I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

A light ship was following far below and behind the Golden Lion Sky Island, sailing towards Whitebeard's territory.

The woman wearing the panda-face mask looked up at the sky, and at the end of her vision, huge ravines appeared in the clouds, as if the sky had been split open.

"Is it him? I've never been this close before..."

"We need to hurry, even faster, we can't miss it again."

The woman murmured.

She took a bottle from her waist.

This bottle is not the glass bottle containing the Life Card fragments, but another wine bottle.

The bottle is an ordinary beer bottle, but it seems to be quite old, with a slightly outdated design, but it's clean.

...

High in the air above the nearby sea.

The golden lion stood in the wind, the strong wind blowing his long, golden hair, looking as majestic as a lion.

"Ok?"

A sharp glint flashed in the golden lion's eyes. He looked in one direction and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Chapter 900 Schrödinger's Cat 3k

"Hehehehe..."

The golden lion's long laughter echoed high in the sky.

"Is Whitebeard in that direction? Who is he fighting with?"

"How interesting." The Golden Lion smiled.

He glanced at the floating islands below and increased their flight speed even further.

Just then, a subordinate came running over:

"Boss Shiki, our informant has received a secret report!"

"We can talk about it later, I'm busy right now." The Golden Lion didn't even turn his head.

The pirate hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"Boss Shiki, it's about a former general named Dorr..."

"What?" The golden lion suddenly turned around and whispered:

"Explain in detail."

.....................

An island on the Grand Line.

Inside the living room.

General Zephyr sat facing an elderly man of similar age with gray hair.

"Dol, I've come to invite you to rejoin the Navy."

Zefa said:

"I've established a completely new naval organization, the NEO Legion. If you'd like to help, then—"

"If that's all you have to say, then I'm not going to keep you company any longer," the old man named Dor said curtly.

He raised his hand and made a sweeping motion in front of him, and a large door opened in the air, which he was about to step into.

"Ok."

Zefa paused for a moment, carefully choosing his words before speaking again:

"The culprit in the theft of the holy site more than 20 years ago has been found. He is Sig, who was also the former King Sig."

Dol's eyes widened slightly, a cold glint flashing within them, but then the glint faded, and he returned to his previous calm and composed demeanor.

"So what? It's the Celestial Dragons who want to deal with me."

Even if he becomes a Marine Admiral again, he will only be a direct subordinate of the Celestial Dragons.

Zefa sighed softly.

"I know your door ability is quite special, a rare spatial ability, which is why the Celestial Dragons, whose door was stolen years ago, are now taking their anger out on you..."

“But now…” Ze's tone shifted:

"Times have changed, Dole."

Zefa stood up, paced around the room, walked to the windowsill, and pushed the tightly closed window open.

huh~~

A northerly wind howled in, bringing a chill.

"Even the Charmaco Saint family, which lost its treasure, has changed."

"Even the Celestial Dragons, a family known for its abundance of idiots, have produced a bright one... She's a niece of Saint Charmaco, I think her name is Phoenix?"

"When I came here this time, she, being a Celestial Dragon, actually sent CP0 to assist me... That's why I was able to find your secluded residence so quickly."

Dor was slightly taken aback.

Zefa continued:

"Times have changed, whether it's the Celestial Dragons or the establishment of the NEO Navy. The old world order is on the verge of collapse."

"Are you really willing to retire like this? This might be your only chance to capture the real culprit, Sig," he asked in a low voice.

Dor remained silent and did not utter a sound.

"I'm getting old, and I might not have many years left to live."

Dole stood up and walked to the windowsill, looking at the howling north wind:

"But in the end, let's just be a little impulsive."

............

The Golden Lion's Sky Secret Realm, Vermeer.

"You mean... Dol answered the Navy's call and returned?"

The golden lion muttered something, feeling a little irritated:

"He's still alive? What's wrong with this era? It's full of old-fashioned people."

"Never mind...it's none of my business what happens to him."

The golden lion shook its head and urged the sky islands below to fly swiftly toward the direction where the sky had split open in the distance.

...........

boom!

The thunderous sound gradually subsided.

Whitebeard and Roger stood facing each other, each holding a sword, when suddenly they looked at each other and smiled.

"Gulalalalalalalalal..."

"Hahahaha..."

"Roger...Wang Roger, how come you're still alive?" the white-bearded man asked, standing with his sword in hand.

"The process was quite tortuous... Anyway, I'm cured now and have managed to survive until now." Roger replied with a smirk.

"We owe a lot to Sieg's help in this."

The two of them turned their heads and glanced at Sig beside them.

With their clash, the surrounding environment has changed dramatically. From the air, the once densely wooded mountain has been half-bald, and much of the vegetation and gravel has been blown away by the hastily whipped-up storm.

Marco and the others also had their own ways of dealing with this, and they promptly retreated some distance away.

In front of Sieg was a large, imposing man blocking his way.

"Mr. Sig, are you alright?"

Teach turned around and gave a simple, honest smile, though a few of his teeth had been knocked out during the Impel Down war, making his smile a little lisp.

Since the Impel Down war, he has been unable to maintain his former image as a kind, honest, and unambitious good guy.

So he slightly adjusted his public image, making himself a little more proactive than before.

"After the Impel Down war, Teach seems to have suddenly figured things out... Now he's quite clever and doing a good job."

Whitebeard nodded.

He knew, of course, that Teach was being redundant.

But Teach's actions still pleased Whitebeard.

"Teach, you are such a filial son."

Sig’s voice came from behind him. His face was expressionless, calm and composed.

The actor's instincts made him wary of another actor.

Sieg couldn't tell whether Teach was acting or just being spontaneous.

After all, history has changed, and he can't say for sure whether Teach will have a change of heart after the Blackbeard version of Marineford...

Tichy returned the smile of an honest man.

Whitebeard and Roger have clashed again, the sounds of their swords clashing echoing continuously.

Sieg looked at Teach in front of him and came up with a plan:

"Teach, I heard that you were arrested and imprisoned because of an Angel Fruit?"

Teach's eyes flashed with displeasure at being suddenly exposed by Siegfried, but he quickly put on a smile.

"really."

Marco chimed in from the side: