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

Gern suddenly looked down at his hands; the black sword, Eight Desolations, wrapped in white cloth, was trembling slightly.

The patterns on the blade seemed to come alive, shimmering with a faint light.

“This is…” At that moment, an absurd idea suddenly entered Gern’s mind.

Could it be that the tsunami that changed history was caused by me...?

“No, impossible…” Guern shook his head subconsciously, but his thoughts wandered uncontrollably.

But now, in the worldline I'm currently in...

In this Battle of Adwall, isn't he the only one capable of triggering a massive tsunami?

"Hey, Gern!" Kizaru's voice suddenly turned serious. "What are you thinking?"

Gern raised his head, his eyes now incredibly clear, and a smile played on his lips. "Senior, do you think... we should do something?"

Kizaru's sunglasses slipped down to the tip of his nose, revealing his shocked eyes: "Hey, hey, hey, you wouldn't be thinking of...?"

“I was just thinking…” Gern slowly stood up, the Black Blade Eight Desolations trembling more and more violently.

"If fate needs a driving force, why can't it be us?"

Moreover, an unknown future, and a future that is fundamentally and drastically altered, is not what I want!

On the distant battlefield, Roger was once again defeated by the Golden Lion. The mast of the Oro Jackson had broken, and the ship began to list.

Rayleigh knelt on one knee, his longsword supporting his body, blood continuously spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Jaba was surrounded by three cadres and his strength began to wane.

Shanks and Bucky stood back to back on the ship's railing, their eyes filled with resentment.

The Roger Pirates are clearly in decline! Their downfall is only a matter of time.

"Gern!" Kizaru grabbed his shoulder. "Are you crazy? Those are two legendary pirate crews! Our orders were just to observe!"

“I know.” Gern gently pulled his hand away from Kizaru’s. “But some things are more important than orders.”

"Besides, I didn't even lift a finger." He raised his black sword, Eight Desolations, its tip pointing towards the distant battlefield.

"Senior Borsalino, do you think... if a perfectly timed 'natural disaster' suddenly appears on this vast ocean, could it change the course of the battle?"

Kizaru's pupils suddenly contracted: "You want to?!?"

“I just feel…” Gern’s lips curled up slightly, “that this sea is too quiet.”

How about a massive tsunami to wipe them both out in one fell swoop?! Maybe we can catch both of them (to appease Kizaru)

Before he finished speaking, Gern had already leaped into the air, raising his Black Blade Eight Desolations high above his head.

The white cloth covering the blade disintegrated automatically without wind, and the high-frequency vibrating particles wrapped around it began to converge wildly.

"Wait! Gern!" Kizaru's shout was swallowed by the sea breeze.

"Heavenly Tremor - Wrath of the Sea God!!!"

High-frequency vibrating particles are injected into the sky, and the vibrations affect water vapor molecules, thus initiating the manipulation of atmospheric vibrations.

A giant vortex formed directly at an altitude of 10,000 meters, unleashing a dense barrage of lightning that covered the entire battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, the Black Blade Eight Desolations slashed down fiercely, and the moment its blade touched the sea surface—"BOOM!!!!"

A terrifying shockwave with a diameter of one kilometer spread out in a ring, and the calm sea surface was instantly dented as if it had been struck by an invisible giant hammer!

Immediately afterwards, towering waves swept outwards from the epicenter, their crests growing ever higher.

This eventually created a super tsunami thousands of meters high, which rushed towards the battlefield!

"This is insane..." Kizaru stood on the violently shaking reconnaissance ship, staring dumbfounded at the scene.

"You're really arrogant, kid..."

Where the tsunami passed, the seawater was torn apart, and the exposed seabed was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

On the distant battlefield, both sides, exhausted from the battle, simultaneously felt this unusual tremor.

"What's going on?!" The golden lion turned around abruptly, its pupils reflecting the towering, thousand-meter-long wave that blotted out the sky.

Roger also stopped his attack, and Ace's domineering aura slightly subsided: "This is..."

"Tsunami! It's a tsunami!" the Flying Pirates' lookout screamed. "All hands on deck!"

But it was too late. The giant wave crashed into the battlefield with overwhelming force, swallowing up smaller ships instantly, and even the Golden Lion's flagship was violently shaken!

"Viper!!" the Golden Lion roared, trying to get the ship airborne, but the tsunami was far larger than he had imagined.

"Shiki!" Roger seized the opportunity, his Haki surging once more. "Looks like even the heavens are on my side!"

"Damn it!!!" The Golden Lion hurriedly turned around to block, but was slashed by the blade and sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the ship's side.

The tsunami completely disrupted the Flying Pirates' formation, tearing a gap in their previously tight encirclement.

"Rayleigh! Jabba!" Roger seized the opportunity and shouted, "Prepare to break out!"

Riding the aftershocks of the tsunami, the Oro Jackson sped toward the breach like an arrow released from a bow!

"No! Stop them!" The Golden Lion struggled to his feet, but another giant wave crashed down.

His commands were drowned out by the towering waves, and a colossal ship's rudder descended from the sky.

......

On the reconnaissance ship, Kizaru looked at the chaotic battlefield in the distance, then at the panting Gern beside him, his expression extremely complicated.

"You..." He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Gern sheathed his black sword, Eight Desolations, and a smile appeared on his lips: "History has returned to its proper course."

The tsunami gradually subsided, and dark clouds had gathered unnoticed, with large raindrops beginning to fall.

The storm has finally arrived.

[Comment from Xianyu: Historical development has its inherent inevitability.]

While Gern's appearance may trigger a butterfly effect, Roger, as a key figure driving the One Piece worldline...

Its historical significance will prompt the worldline to undergo self-correction and adjustment.

Interestingly, Gern, who was originally an "external variable," has now been absorbed into the timeline.

Therefore, at this decisive historical turning point, he is transforming from a butterfly that accidentally stumbled upon the scene into a core driving force that is stirring up a giant wave of the times.

(For example, becoming the most important 'tsunami' instigator at this historical crossroads)

This also means that all future changes and actions initiated by Gern will be accepted by the timeline.

Become an era, create an era.

Chapter 138 The Naval Battle Ends

Above the Adewol Sea, a drop of icy water landed on Kizaru's nose.

Then fine rain began to fall from the sky, quickly forming a hazy rain curtain.

"It's raining~" Kizaru drawled, his sunglasses quickly becoming covered in water droplets.

He turned to look at Gern beside him, and saw the black-haired youth lying on his back with his eyes closed, letting the rain wash over his face, a smile on his lips.

"Hey, after causing such a huge tsunami, you're making this face now..." Kizaru waved his hand in front of Gern's eyes. "Are you praying?"

Meanwhile, on the sea, amidst the increasingly dense rain, the Adewol Sea was a scene of utter devastation after the tsunami.

The once sky-covering aerial fleet is now in ruins, with dozens of warships capsized and broken apart, their wreckage rising and falling with the waves.

Broken ship planks, scattered weapons, and pirates struggling in the water.

They clung desperately to the floating objects, looking around in terror, as if they had not yet recovered from the sudden disaster.

But what's even more alarming is...

The golden lion is gone!

"Oh dear..." Kizaru narrowed his eyes, his tone subtle, "That Shiki guy wouldn't..."

“Maybe it got swept into the sea?” Gern finally spoke, his voice low and calm. “Who knows?”

Kizaru glanced at him sideways, remained silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly laughed: "Gern, you didn't know this rain was coming all along, did you?"

Gern didn't answer directly, but simply let out a soft sigh: "The storm will come eventually, it's just a matter of time."

Kizaru stared at him for a few seconds, then shrugged and stopped asking questions, turning his gaze to the distance.

At this very moment, Roger's Oro Jackson had successfully broken through the chaos of the tsunami and was now speeding towards the distant horizon.

“Roger escaped…” Kizaru stroked his chin. “Shiki’s plan has completely fallen through.”

“Yes,” Gern replied casually, his gaze still lingering on the wrecked sea, as if searching for something.

According to "history," this tsunami should have been a natural disaster, and the Golden Lion would have been swept away by the giant waves, suffering severe head injuries.

But now, this tsunami was caused by his own hand, and will the fate of the Golden Lion be the same as in "history"?

Through the rain, golden light shimmered from Kizaru's fingertips as several laser beams shot precisely towards the sea surface.

They smashed the floating planks, forcing the struggling pirates to swim toward the reconnaissance ship.

Then he lazily glanced sideways at Gern, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“Gern~” he drawled, his tone slightly teasing, “That sudden action just now was not in accordance with orders.”

Upon hearing Kizaru's words, Gern didn't even look up, but simply smiled and said, "Senior, retrieving those pirates still alive from the sea is quite an achievement."

Kizaru's sunglasses slipped down slightly, revealing a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but weren't.

He stared at Gern for a few seconds, then snorted, "I see. Now the bonus Marshal gave me will really double, after all, there are quite a few famous cadres here!"

He understood that Guern was trying to shut him up.

After all, if Kizaru really wanted to hold Gern accountable for causing the tsunami without authorization, Gern could easily turn the tables on him.

It is pointed out that Kizaru also "tacitly approves" of his actions.

In this way, the two became "accomplices" on the same boat.

After all, this mission only involved the two of them, and Kizaru was the one with command authority, so if they were to pursue the matter too hard, they wouldn't be able to extricate themselves.

"You really are..." Kizaru shook his head, his tone subtle, "You're quite an extraordinary guy."

This statement sounded like a joke, but Gern heard a deeper meaning in it.

The Salted Fish King is being sarcastic towards him!

"Heh." Gern looked up, raindrops dripping from his hair, his eyes calm and deep.

"You flatter me, senior. I just feel... since we've encountered this opportunity, we shouldn't waste it."

"Alright then~" Kizaru stared at him, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly grinned.

"Then I'll just waste a little time dealing with these pirates."

After saying that, he transformed into a golden light and instantly appeared at the top of the reconnaissance ship's mast, lazily sitting down as if the conversation had never happened.

Upon seeing this, the corners of Gern's mouth turned up slightly.

He knew that Kizaru had tacitly approved of his actions and might even have guessed something.

But this senior colleague, who was prone to slacking off, clearly didn't intend to investigate further.

After all, for the two of them, the gains from this mission were...

First: It is confirmed that the Battle of Eddwarf was a Pyrrhic victory for the Roger Pirates, who escaped while the Flying Pirates suffered heavy losses.

Second: Capture the remaining members and officers of the Flying Pirates.

These two points are enough to satisfy headquarters.

As for those questions that shouldn't be asked...

Kizaru has never been one to bother asking.

Moreover, the rain gradually subsided.

.........

Meanwhile, on the other side, the sea shimmered after the rain, and the Oro Jackson sailed slowly in the breeze.