I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

"Black nose hair?"

"..."

..........

For the next three days, the two of them drank in bars and talked about their past adventures on the Grand Line.

Just like the day Roger first entered the Grand Line many years ago, the two of them drank all the alcohol in the bar together.

however.

All good things come to an end.

Fourth day.

After bidding farewell to his friends, Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King, strode out of the bar like a triumphant general and arrived at the local Marine branch in Loguetown to surrender.

On the day.

The news that the Pirate King had been captured by the Navy shocked the entire world.

When the news spread around the world, the pirates of the Grand Line were in an uproar.

.........

On this day, Douglas Barrett stood alone amidst the corpses, throwing down the naval commander he was carrying, his eyes growing ever colder.

He clenched his fist, stood there for a long time, and finally let it clench helplessly.

"There will never be another chance to defeat Roger."

Douglas Barrett, under the name "Descendant of the Devil," embarked on a complete rampage.

On this day, the white-bearded man of the New World poured himself two bowls of sake and drank alone, his back view showing a hint of melancholy.

The most vehement reaction came from Shiki the Golden Lion.

"Roger has been arrested? Don't be ridiculous! Nobody can believe that!"

Shiki the Golden Lion shot through the thigh of his subordinate who had come to deliver the message, then stormed into Marineford, abandoning his entire pirate crew.

Shiki the Golden Lion fought Sengoku and Garp alone, and the fierce battle only ended after half of Marineford was destroyed.

Subsequently, the World Government announced that the Pirate King would be publicly executed in Loguetown, East Blue, the birthplace of the Pirate King, in a week.

Many more pirates tried every means to get to Loguetown, ready to witness the public execution of the Pirate King.

Chapter 833 The Death of the Pirate King, the Beginning of the Entire Story

when!

when!

when!

The sound of bells echoed through the town of Logue, waking countless people.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, like a giant piece of jade.

The sun hung high in the sky, scorching the streets of Rogge, the intense heat causing the air to distort slightly.

It was a dull, hot afternoon.

"The Pirate King Gol D. Roger is about to be executed!"

"The execution is about to begin!"

The whole town was spreading the news.

The bar owner slowly walked out, calmly locked the door, and then followed the flow of people step by step toward the square of Rogge Town.

The streets were already packed with people, with only a narrow passageway left in the middle.

In the surrounding buildings, residents opened their windows and crowded around them, looking down at the street below.

Some children with gray-green hair ran out of the alley and struggled to squeeze to the front of the crowd.

People everywhere, people, people.

It was a dull, hot afternoon, and everyone's face was covered in sweat from the sun.

"He's here! He's here!"

"That's the Pirate King!"

Someone shouted out, and the whole street erupted in an uproar. The crowd surged forward like a tide, everyone scrambling to stand on tiptoe and push their way forward.

The bar owner followed the crowd's gaze and saw only the backs of the group at first glance. They were all standing on tiptoe, their necks stretched out as far as the eye could see, like a flock of ducks being held by the neck by an invisible hand.

Then he heard footsteps.

He looked in the direction of the sound, his eyes widening slightly.

Roger strode forward, escorted by naval soldiers. He wore shackles on his hands, yet he walked with the head held high and stealthily like a victorious general.

Before the Pirate King, the previously noisy crowd gradually quieted down, silently watching his progress.

Wealth, fame, power.

The man who possessed everything in this world, the Pirate King Gol D. Roger.

Although he was marching toward death, he did not appear as a captured criminal, but as a king surveying his territory, walking from the main road to the plaza under the watchful eyes of countless subjects.

Then, head held high, grinning, he stepped onto the execution platform.

Under the blazing sun, he climbed the steps, and his whispered voice could be faintly heard:

"A will passed down through generations."

"The changing times, people's dreams."

"As long as people continue to pursue the answer to freedom, all of this will never stop."

...........

On the execution platform, two executioners were already waiting.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?" the executioner asked.

Roger glanced at him and gestured to the shackles on his hands:

"Can you remove these shackles?"

"I'm sweating from the heat, and the itching is unbearable."

“…I can’t do it,” the executioner said coldly.

"What...this is so boring."

Roger sat cross-legged on the execution platform, watching the execution swords on either side cross between his neck.

"Hey! Pirate King!"

At this moment, someone in the crowd in the square shouted:

Where did you put all your treasure?

"That legendary treasure, ONE PIECE!"

Roger's lips gradually curled up, his smile grew wider and wider, and finally he laughed heartily.

"Want my treasure? If you want it, I can give it all to you."

"Go and go find it; I've left all my treasure there..."

"Execution!"

Roger's words came to an abrupt halt as two execution swords, one on each side, pierced his chest, and crimson blood flowed from the wounds.

The crowd in the square fell silent for a moment.

Then, deafening cheers completely engulfed the entire square.

The bar owner stood amidst the cheering crowd, staring blankly at the execution platform.

The figure, now lifeless, still wore a smile on its lips.

An era is over.

A brand new era of great piracy has begun.

At this moment.

The sky above Rogge Town, which was originally clear and sunny, has been shrouded in dark clouds.

The torrential rain poured down, but it could not extinguish the flames in the eyes of countless people in the square.

He stood in the rain, looking around.

There were quite a few people with extraordinary bearing among the crowd.

A young man wearing a pink feather coat grinned excitedly, a young man with sharp, eagle-like eyes stood solemnly, a man with a devilish appearance laughed loudly, and a man wearing a dark green cloak walked through the rain.

Some cries and sobs disappeared into the rain.

He saw many future big shots come and go, laughing wildly or sobbing in the rain.

But what does this have to do with him, a hotel owner who has never set foot on the Grand Line in his entire life?

He looked up and saw a torrential downpour pouring down on him.

Many years later, his memory of the execution gradually faded.

People say that Roger's last words before his death ushered in the Great Pirate Era, a day that deserves to be recorded in history.

This is the end of the story, and also the beginning of the story.

But the last thing he remembered was the torrential rain and the smiling figure on the execution platform as he faced death.

It rained heavily that day.

..........

The Great Pirate Era has truly arrived.

The pirates gathered in Loguetown set sail for the sea and the Grand Line, their fighting spirit ignited by Roger.