Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

Chapter 97 An Ominous Premonition

not long ago.

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

The atmosphere inside the solemn general's office was not as solemn as outsiders might have imagined.

Behind the enormous desk, then-Admiral Sengoku was rubbing his throbbing temples, looking at the guy in front of him who was giving him a terrible headache.

"Hahaha! These senbei are so delicious! I want another plate! I'm going to break my record today!"

Karp sat cross-legged on the sofa, a dog-head mask beside him, chewing on it with gusto, yet still unsatisfied.

Sitting next to him were two high-ranking naval officers, Zephyr and Tsuru, who were having a small meeting.

The objective, of course, is the same old story: to deal with several great pirates in the New World.

Whitebeard, the Golden Lion, and Roger.

Among them, Whitebeard, despite being the strongest and hailed as the strongest man on the sea, is obsessed with playing pretend pirate games and poses the least threat.

Golden Lion, the Flying Admiral, possesses the largest fleet and even greater ambitions, eyeing the entire New World with predatory intent, making him extremely dangerous.

But the main target of this small meeting was not him, but Roger!

He is a dangerous individual marked by the World Government, and is listed as a top-level criminal because he wants to understand the Poneglyphs and uncover the truth of the Void Century.

"Garp! You bastard, get serious!" Sengoku finally snapped, slamming his hand on the table, sending senbei crumbs flying. "This operation is of utmost importance! The threat from the Roger Pirates is growing daily, and the World Government is pressuring us hard! You have to be absolutely serious!"

"Tch!" Garp picked his nose, looking annoyed.

He captured Roger because he wanted to, but now that he's being pressured by his superiors, it's as if he's very obedient to the World Government.

"Did you hear me, Garp!"

"Okay, okay, I'll try two hundred times harder this time."

Sengoku rubbed his head and sat back down. That bastard always managed to infuriate him.

Two hundred times?

Damn!

He took a deep breath, trying to steer the conversation back on track: "And Garp, I'll soon be promoted to Fleet Admiral, at which point all the Admiral positions will be vacant. Both the Air Fleet Admiral and the World Government prefer you to succeed me; this is the umpteenth time. Your achievements and strength are enough to convince everyone. Hey, come help me."

"No, I don't want to be a dog of the Heavenly Dragons."

The office fell silent for a moment after those words were spoken.

"Ahem!" Garp seemed to realize his mistake after speaking, scratched his head, and added, "Ah, that wasn't right, I take it back."

He glanced at Sengoku and Zephyr, whose faces had darkened, and chuckled awkwardly, "Hahaha, I meant those guys from the World Government, yes, them!"

But this attempt to cover up the truth was clearly futile.

Zefa crossed his arms, snorted coldly, and looked rather unpleasant.

Although he also had some reservations about some of the World Government's practices, as a former Marine Admiral, maintaining order was his duty, so he was naturally unhappy to be attacked like this by Garp.

During the Warring States period, veins bulged out in a grid pattern on his forehead.

He stared intently at Garp, then suddenly stood up abruptly and, with lightning speed, snatched the last bag of special rice crackers that Garp had carefully hidden behind his back.

"Hey! Sengoku! What are you doing! That's mine!" Garp exclaimed, reaching out to grab it.

But Sengoku was faster. He roughly tore open the packaging bag, and under Garp's desperate gaze, he tilted his head back and dumped all the crispy senbei inside into his mouth with a "crunch, crunch, crunch," chewing loudly as if he were chewing Garp's bones instead of senbei.

"Ah—!! My senbei! You bastard Sengoku! Those were the last ones I saved to enjoy slowly! And you ate them all!!" Garp let out a mournful wail and lunged forward to strangle Sengoku.

"Shut up! This is your punishment for your loose tongue!" Sengoku shouted indistinctly while struggling to swallow a mouthful of senbei.

Seeing two old guys whose combined age was almost a hundred years old wrestling like children over a bag of senbei, Lieutenant General Tsuru, who had been quietly sipping his tea, was simply too ashamed to watch.

"You two, really."

"Brub Brub — Brub Brub —"

The phone rang suddenly, and Sengoku's expression turned serious. He immediately released his grip on Garp's hair, straightened his collar which Garp had pulled askew, and then quickly walked to the table. He took a deep breath and picked up the receiver: "Moshi moshi, this is Sengoku."

"Sengoku, come to my office immediately! Something's happened to the Celestial Dragons!"

"Clatter!"

"What's going on?" Lieutenant General Tsuru put down his teacup, observing the change in Sengoku's expression after he finished the phone call, and sensed that things were not simple.

Sengoku put down the microphone, his brows furrowed, and his gaze swept over everyone in the office. He said in a deep voice, "Brother Sora urgently summoned me, saying there's been a problem with the Celestial Dragons."

As he spoke, he walked towards the door.

"Did they only call you?" Zephyr stood up, his brows furrowing as well.

"He didn't say that." Sengoku shook his head, his steps unwavering as he reached the door. "But Brother Sora's tone was very serious; I'm afraid this is no small matter."

As soon as he opened the door, a huge figure squeezed next to him—it was Garp.

Garp, who was just moments ago acting like he was dying for senbei, now showed no trace of heartache on his face. Instead, he was beaming with excitement, as if he didn't care if there was more trouble.

"Something happened to the Celestial Dragons?" Garp was disheveled, but his eyes were shining. "Hehe, interesting! Come on, Sengoku, I'll go with you to find out! Maybe we can help!"

You say you'll help, but could you at least try to stop grinning like that?

Sengoku knew his old friend all too well, and glared at him irritably: "You bastard, stop making that face! If something happens to a Celestial Dragon, it could be a huge problem if not handled properly!"

"Okay, okay, I promise I won't laugh out loud!"

Seeing Garp's appearance, Zephyr sighed helplessly, but still followed.

Lieutenant General Tsuru rose gracefully, straightened his clothes, and said calmly, "Let's go together. More people means more to consider."

Zefa followed silently at the back, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Something's happened to a Celestial Dragon? This is no small matter.

When the naval soldiers along the way saw these four big shots appear at the same time, especially Vice Admiral Garp's cheerful expression that was almost like he was humming a tune, which contrasted sharply with Admiral Sengoku's ashen face, they all wondered what major event had happened.

Garp didn't care what others thought. As he walked, he nudged Sengoku with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "Hey, Sengoku, do you think it might have been some rookie, daring pirate who beat up a Celestial Dragon?"

"Shut up, Garp!"

Sengoku just wants to get to Marshal Kong as quickly as possible and find out what happened.

He had a bad feeling about it.