The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

What exactly happened between them?

Why was Roger laughing?

"Did the Navy... really defeat the 'Pirate King'?"

These questions have shrouded this "arrest" in even deeper mystery.

[The clarion call of a new era!]

With Roger being escorted to Marineford, the World Government has announced that it will begin operations a month later, in the first month of 1498.

The 'Pirate King' will be publicly executed in Loguetown!!!

The Navy's prestige will reach its zenith!

And at the eye of this storm

The name of Gern Reginald Sigmar has resounded throughout the world!

Morgans wrote in his own hand: "This photo (Roger laughing, Karp going crazy, and Gern sitting quietly on the bow) will go down in history!"

The era of the king has ended, but the tide of the new era is far more frenzied than anyone imagined!

..........

The last rays of twilight fall on the empty USS Al Jackson in the Sabaody Archipelago.

Empty bottles and crumpled newspapers were scattered on the deck, with eye-catching headlines printed prominently on the front pages.

The fall of the king, the rebirth of a legend!

Shanks gripped the edge of the newspaper tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Bucky paced back and forth irritably, cursing incessantly: "Damn Navy," "Despicable Gern."

Jabba silently wiped the axe in his hand, his eyes as cold as ice.

Rayleigh, the former "King of the Underworld," sat alone at the stern, downing glass after glass of strong liquor.

“Mr. Rayleigh!” Shanks looked up abruptly, his voice hoarse. “Are we really just going to stand by and watch? Captain Roger…”

“Shut up.” Rayleigh’s voice was soft, but it sounded like a heavy hammer hitting the deck.

The air solidified instantly.

Bucky opened his mouth as if to say something, but Jabba grabbed his shoulder.

The old sailor shook his head, his eyes dark.

Rayleigh slowly put down his glass, the wine swirling in it and reflecting his gloomy face.

"The Roger Pirates have been disbanded," he said in a low voice. "That was the captain's final order."

“But…” Shanks gritted his teeth, “How could that guy Gern possibly beat the captain? He…”

"Shanks." Rayleigh finally looked up, a storm brewing in his eyes.

"The path Roger has chosen is not for us to interfere with."

There was a dead silence.

In the distance, several bubbles floated on the surface of Chambord, swept across the deck by the sea breeze.

Bucky suddenly kicked over the barrel and roared, "Then at least tell me why Captain Roger lost?!"

Who does he think he is?! How could he possibly…”

“Because he is ‘Skyquake’,” Rayleigh interrupted coldly.

The three of them were startled.

Raleigh stood up, walked to the ship's side, and looked at the distant horizon.

“You underestimate that man,” he whispered. “Gern Reginald Sigmar…”

From the very beginning, he came with the ambition of 'the age of kings'.

Shanks' pupils shrank.

Jabba's axe snapped into the deck.

Rayleigh tilted his head back and drank the last sip of wine, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he were swallowing something bitter.

“Roger probably didn’t expect things to turn out this way,” he sighed softly. “So… don’t let him down.”

The captain wouldn't want us to see him being executed...

Moreover, he said... he wouldn't die.

The sea breeze howled, and the setting sun was like blood.

"Is it for the 'Age of Kings'?" Shanks slowly clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm.

"Then I will inherit Captain Roger's will and become the king of the next era!!"

At this moment, Shanks' straw hat, given to him by Roger, felt unusually heavy.

On the other side, Bucky had his head down, his shoulders trembling.

Jabba silently pulled out his axe and turned to walk toward the cabin.

Rayleigh simply poured himself another glass of wine, and slowly raised it towards the distant horizon.

"Respectfully yours, Roger."

A salute to this era that is about to undergo earth-shattering changes.

……

The New World, Moby Dick.

Newspapers rustled in the sea breeze on the deck as the Whitebeard Pirates crew huddled together.

I stared intently at the glaring headline: "The Fall of the King, the Rebirth of a Legend!"

"What a joke!" Diamond Jozu scoffed.

"How could Roger have been arrested by the Navy?!"

“That ‘Skyquake’ Gern…” Blackbeard, now a young man, said with icy eyes, “What despicable methods did he use? The Skyquake Fruit…”

"Heh, isn't this a good thing?" Sachi grinned, spreading his hands.

"Roger is gone. Now, the strongest pirate crew on the seas is the Whitebeard Pirates..."

"Shut up." The deep voice boomed like a muffled thunderclap, and the deck fell silent instantly.

Everyone turned to look at the bow.

Edward Newgate, the world's strongest man, "Whitebeard," is tilting his head back and chugging a whole barrel of liquor.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and wine dripped from the corner of his mouth.

His gaze pierced through the newspaper, as if he could see into a much farther place.

“Dad…” Marco stood beside him, hesitant to speak.

Whitebeard remained silent for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter, causing huge waves to rise from the sea.

"Gurararara! Roger...you bastard, in the end you couldn't even leave the stage the way you wanted!"

Whitebeard once again raised the barrel high above his head, and the amber-colored liquor poured down, wetting his chest.

He closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, as if trying to swallow some complex emotions.

As the barrel emptied, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through the sky, through time and the waves.

He saw Roger standing in the sunset over Laugh Tale, laughing heartily; he saw the man at the final banquet raise his glass and shout, "The new era is in your hands!"

But then I saw the boy wielding a black knife descend from the sky amidst the raging waves of the Western Sea decades ago.

He cleaved the heavens and unleashed a devastating strike at his younger self.

"Arrest the Pirate King..." Whitebeard's knuckles cracked as he gripped the sake barrel.

"Gern...you brat..." The barrel suddenly exploded!

Marco saw his father's lips trembling, not with anger, but with a kind of awe that bordered on admiration.

This boy from the Western Sea, who once looked up to them, has now truly...

"They've made it so that everyone knows them!"

Thinking of this, Marco lowered his voice: "Dad, could that guy Gern's next target be...?"

The white-bearded man's laughter abruptly stopped.

He slowly stood up, his Murakumo Kirito slamming heavily onto the deck, his Conqueror's Haki sweeping across the entire sea like a tidal wave!

"Then let him come!" Whitebeard surveyed the distance with an air of arrogance, "I am Whitebeard! On this vast sea... no one can decide my fate!"

The waves bowed down at his feet, and the clouds were torn apart!

Marco stared blankly at his father's retreating figure, and suddenly understood something.

This is not a provocation, but an endorsement.

This is the highest tribute to the man who dared to end the era of "One Piece".

The sea breeze suddenly stopped.

All the crew members held their breath and looked at each other in disbelief.

They had never seen their father react like this before; it was neither anger nor joy, but rather a kind of... fatalistic sigh.

I've never heard my father mention a navy officer in such a tone before.

It's like mentioning Roger, like mentioning Rocks, like mentioning those names that truly changed the landscape of the ocean.

Chapter 200: The Navy's 'Legend'!

Naval Headquarters, Marineland

The entire Navy Headquarters had never been so excited.

In the corridor, soldiers ran around spreading the news, officers and generals were excited, and even many lieutenant generals couldn't help but slap the table and laugh.

"Have you heard?! Lieutenant General Gern really arrested Roger!"

"He's not a lieutenant general anymore! With achievements like that, he's definitely going to be promoted to general!"

"General?! If that's the case, wouldn't he surpass Instructor Zephyr and become the fastest-rising and youngest general in history?"

"There's no way around it, that's the 'Pirate King' with a bounty of 5.5 billion!!"

"Stop talking! I heard that Vice Admiral Gern will personally escort the Pirate King back to headquarters!"

Cheers, gasps of amazement, and incredulous murmurs mingled together, causing the glass of the headquarters building to tremble slightly.

Marshal's Office

Gang Gu Kong slammed his fist on the desk, and the heavy solid wood surface cracked with a "crack" as spiderweb-like patterns appeared.

"Immediately block all these miscellaneous information channels!" he roared, his eyes gleaming with barely concealed glee.

There's nothing you can do about it. Think about it: just when you're about to step down as marshal, you suddenly have the opportunity to arrest the Pirate King.

Now, Steelbone Kong was certain that his next step would definitely be to become the world's supreme commander of all armies!

"Sengoku, you tell me... I can forget about being a general! But when did I say I was going to abdicate in favor of Gern?"

"General Kong, it's normal for everyone to be excited." Sengoku stood by the window, his gaze behind his glasses fixed on the direction of the port.

The warship carrying Roger was slowly entering the inner harbor, and the figure draped in the coat of justice was clearly visible on the deck.

“However, Marshal Kong…” Sengoku’s voice was hoarse, “we may… have underestimated him.”

"Underestimate?" Kong chuckled, picked up his cup, and took a sip.

"The destructive range of the 'Ruins of Fallen Gods' in the South China Sea is so vast that no one has approached it to this day! You call that an 'underestimation'?!"

Suddenly, another deafening roar erupted outside the window.

"Earthquake!!!"

"Naval Legend!!"