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

Roger was placed in a specially made cage in the center of the deck, surrounded by naval soldiers on high alert.

His gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on Garp's back.

“Garp,” Roger was about to speak when a deep, calm voice suddenly rang out.

"A new era is about to begin."

Upon hearing the voice, Roger's expression stiffened slightly, and he turned his eyes to the side.

Gern, his body wrapped in bandages, was sitting cross-legged beside the cage, wearing a cloak, while the guards who had been there earlier had already moved away.

"He's recovered in less than a month?" Roger was clearly surprised to see Gern appear.

But when his gaze fell on Ribo, who was using healing light to the side of Gern, he revealed a knowing expression, "A Mink with a Devil Fruit?"

"Thanks to Vegapunk's medical technology and Ribo's healing fruits, otherwise I would have been bedridden for at least half a year," Gern murmured.

Then, looking at his palm, he saw the vibrating particles condense slightly and then disappear.

"You're the first Logia-type Awakened user I've ever seen." Roger smiled, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

"But it's best to use it sparingly! Especially your Heavenly Tremor, that kind of power is almost equivalent to a god's, not every place can withstand it."

If you did that on Mary Geoise, hahaha!

"Unfortunately, you still managed to block it, while I lost."

"Loss? Heh. You should know that not everyone is like me. Others don't have such powerful domineering aura to deal with the influence of your domain!"

Also, when I was in my twenties, I wasn't as good as you.

"Roger..."

“Let’s not talk about that. After all, this is my last voyage,” Roger interrupted Gern. “I’m curious about something too.”

"What is it?" Gern looked up.

Roger looked into Gern's eyes and said calmly, "Gern, you knew a long time ago that I would become the 'Pirate King,' didn't you?"

Upon hearing this, Gern paused, then remained silent.

Seeing this, Roger didn't ask any further questions, because he already knew the answer he wanted.

So he changed the subject, saying, "This ocean... will soon boil over."

“That’s true.” Gern slowly stood up.

"Hehe, hearing your words puts my mind at ease." Roger looked up at the sky, as if gazing at some unseen force, silently thinking to himself...

"I just... lit a small flame."

As for how it will burn, that's up to those who come after... After all, I arrived at the wrong time.

The warship continued its voyage, the waves lapping against its hull with a rhythmic sound.

With Lipo's help, Gern left, while Roger leaned against the cage bars, closing his eyes to rest, seemingly indifferent to his impending fate.

"Roger." After an unknown amount of time, Garp's voice rang out again: "What did that kid Gern say to you?"

Roger opened his eyes, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "He... is even more outstanding than I expected."

In that battle, he almost really killed me.

"Don't try to fool me." Garp's pupils contracted slightly. "What exactly did he say to you?"

Roger smiled but did not answer, only gently shaking his head: "Let's leave some things for the future."

Garp stared at him for a long time, then finally sighed, turned and left.

He knew he wouldn't get the answer to that battle from Roger.

As the sun sets, the sea is dyed golden.

Roger gazed at the approaching silhouette of Loguetown, a hint of nostalgia appearing in his eyes.

This is where he was born, and where it all began.

Now, his life will end here.

“How ironic…” Roger murmured. “The town that the newspapers called ‘the town of beginnings and ends’ is now living up to its name.”

Looking at Loguetown so close by, Garp stood at the bow of the ship, his back to him, his voice hoarse: "Roger, do you regret it?"

Roger laughed heartily, his laughter filled with relief: "Regret? My life has been absolutely brilliant, I've never regretted anything!"

Karp didn't say anything more.

The warship slowly docked, and the port of Rogge was already crowded with people.

……

Rogge Town, Execution Platform.

The crowd surged like a tide, including reporters from all over the world, pirates, civilians, and even revolutionary soldiers hiding in the shadows.

These future maritime powers, the best of the best, have all gathered here, waiting to witness this historic moment.

Before long, Roger was taken off the warship and led step by step to the execution platform through a passage cleared by the navy from the crowd.

Throughout the process, his steps were firm, and his gaze swept across the crowd as if searching for something.

Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.

A red-haired boy wearing a straw hat was biting his lip tightly, tears welling in his eyes.

Roger's lips curled up slightly, and he silently uttered something.

Then, he raised his head, facing the blinding sunlight, and strode towards the end of his destiny.

On the execution platform, the executioner's blade was already ready.

The moment Roger knelt down, the whole world seemed to stand still.

At this moment, a key figure appeared from the crowd and shouted, "Hey, Pirate King!"

You've obtained that legendary treasure, haven't you!

So, you got the "One Piece"?!

Where did you put him?

"Hehe... Hahahaha!!" Roger grinned and laughed loudly upon hearing this, his voice booming and clear.

"Do you want my treasure?"

Upon hearing Roger's words, both Sengoku and Garp, who were in charge, were momentarily stunned.

Immediately afterward, the Warring States period was the first to react and hurriedly ordered the execution, but it was too late.

"You can have it all if you want it!!"

Go find it, I left everything there!!

Before he could finish speaking, two blades flashed and crossed, piercing Roger's back.

The Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, has fallen.

For a moment, it seemed as if the world had stopped, and everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

Immediately afterward, a voice shouted "Treasure!" and countless others echoed it, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers!

Screams, cheers, and cries mingled together, and a frenzied flame ignited in the eyes of countless people!

"He's talking about... 'ONE PIECE'?!"

"The legendary treasure!!"

"The end of the Grand Line—Laugh Tale!!!"

The entire square erupted in unprecedented frenzy, with countless people clenching their fists and their eyes gleaming with ambition as they rushed toward the port.

Amid the chaos, Shanks clenched his fist, turned, and disappeared into the crowd.

Garp stood on the high platform beside the execution chariot, his fists clenched tightly, the sea breeze ruffling his cloak of justice.

The knuckles turned white from excessive force, and the nails dug deep into the palm without the person noticing.

As Garp watched the surging crowd rushing toward the port below the stage, his pupils trembled violently.

Those fanatical shouts, greedy eyes, burning ambitions

It swept through the entire town of Rogue like a monstrous wave.

He knew all too well what this meant.

The spark that Roger ignited with his life is now spreading wildly across this sea.

"You bastard..." Garp's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, his hoarse voice drowned out by the clamor of the crowd.

He seemed to see again the man laughing on the execution platform, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes.

At this moment, Garp finally understood.

The fall of a legend is not the end, but the clarion call of a new era.

In the year 1498 of the Haiyuan calendar, amidst the embers of the old era...

A great pirate era, where heroes rise and vie for supremacy, has arrived in the world in the most spectacular way!

Chapter 205 The Prelude to Turmoil

April, 1498 (Haiyuan Calendar).

Roger's dying words ushered in the Great Pirate Era, drawing countless ambitious individuals to the seas.

The pressure on the navy in the Grand Line increased dramatically, to the point that the navy had to temporarily shift its focus back from the New World to the Grand Line and the four seas.

Naval Headquarters, Marinevando.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was so heavy it was almost suffocating.

Steelbone sat at the head of the table, his face grim as he surveyed the generals before him.

Sengoku's fingertips tapped rhythmically on the table, Zephyr crossed his arms and frowned, while Garp remained unusually silent, his gaze fixed on the sea outside the window.

“Just three months,” Steel Bone Kong’s voice was low and hoarse.

"The number of pirates in the four seas and the first half of the Grand Line has increased dozens of times!"

Roger's dying words ignited the ambitions of every restless heart in the world!

"Ah, it's not just that." Sengoku's glasses reflected a cold light as he said in a deep voice, "The pirate forces in the New World are also making moves."

Whitebeard, Kaido, Charlotte Linlin... they have begun to expand their territory while we are tightening our defenses.

We cannot immediately redeploy our forces back to the New World.

“The most troublesome thing is…” Zefa slammed his fist on the table, making the teacup jump.

"Those rookie pirates who are new to the world have no idea how big their own world is!"

They even dared to directly attack a naval branch for the sake of the so-called 'ONE PIECE'!

"Thank you for your hard work, Zephyr." Kong nodded to Zephyr and apologized.

With the advent of the Great Pirate Era, the pressure on the Navy has increased dramatically. Sengoku, Garp, Sakazuki, and others are tasked with containing the rising "Four Emperors" of the New World.

Therefore, Zephyr, who was already retired and training new talent, was forced to be recalled once again to deal with the pirates in the first half of the Grand Line.

“It’s alright.” Zephyr shook his head. “While I’m on a mission, I can also train the new recruits.”

At this moment, Garp finally spoke, his tone tinged with a rare weariness: "That bastard Roger... even on his deathbed, he still had to cause us trouble."

“We all thought this was an opportunity to intimidate the pirates, but we never expected…” Kong took a deep breath and turned his gaze to the silent Gern.

By this time, Gern had recovered from his injuries, and Black Blade Eight Desolations leaned quietly against the back of the chair with his eyes closed.

“Gern,” Steelbone said in a deep voice, “what’s your opinion? After all, you arrested Roger yourself.”

"Times have changed, Air Marshal." Gern slowly raised his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Instead of passively defending, we should take the initiative."

“Is that so…” Kong frowned. “Then let’s go along with the World Government!”

"To comply with the World Government?" Sengoku frowned. "You mean?"

"From today onwards, the Navy fully recognizes the 'Seven Warlords of the Sea' system established by the World Government." Kong's voice was calm yet resolute.