One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

After Chen Ye's figure disappeared through the golden crack in the door, the colossal door that spanned heaven and earth collapsed.

No sound.

It transformed into billions of golden dust particles, drifting away into nothingness in the numb vision of the white-bearded man and Marco.

A sea breeze blew by, stirring up wisps of dust that brushed against Marco's face.

He opened his mouth, but his throat was as dry as sandpaper, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He turned to look at his father beside him.

The man hailed as the world's strongest stood like a stone statue, staring intently in the direction where Chen Ye had disappeared.

His eyes no longer held their usual boldness; instead, they held a turbulent undercurrent, more turbulent than the ocean.

Go back to the past.

Witnessing history being erased.

To personally experience that legendary era of dazzling stars...

What an insane move!

What magnificent and heroic sentiments!

Perhaps even the white-bearded man himself didn't realize that there was a hint of envy in his eyes!

"Gurarararara..."

After a long while, a low laugh finally escaped from the deepest part of the white-bearded man's chest.

"That brat..."

He looked away, glanced at Marco who was still malfunctioning, and slapped him hard on the back with his large, fan-like hand.

"I'm gone."

"Let's go back and have a drink."

"Don't look like you've lost your son. What we need to do is believe in him."

Besides, that kid's combat strength!

The white-beard grinned, revealing a wild, battle-ready smile.

"Then..."

"Before he comes back, keep an eye on this house for me."

. . .

At the same time.

Chen Ye's perspective is being swept away by a bizarre and fantastical time-space storm.

This is not the same short trip as before.

This is a journey that has lasted for thirty-eight years.

It's true time travel.

His body was thrown into a turbulent river composed of countless fragmented lights and chaotic memories.

A grinning young man wearing a straw hat casually hands a supreme-grade sword to an infant.

A fat woman with a face full of scars was frantically devouring Soul Fruits.

A giant azure dragon circled and roared above the City of Flowers, its eyes filled with confusion and pain.

A young man in a naval uniform, with incredibly fierce eyes, stood on a burning island, roaring angrily at a huge figure.

Fragments of memories from the God Valley era.

The life trajectories of those legendary figures and those powerful individuals who set foot on the island intersected here.

Chen Ye, like a spectator from the highest dimension, coldly observes these future overlords as they step by step walk towards the ultimate stage that is destined to make them famous or cause their downfall.

I don't know how much time passed.

The soul-crushing sensation suddenly vanished.

The five senses, returning to normalcy.

First is the sense of smell.

A strong, nauseating odor, a mixture of gunpowder smoke, coke, and the rusty smell of fresh blood, flooded my nostrils.

Next is the visual aspect.

The sky was a somber, dark red, stained with the ravages of war and an ominous atmosphere.

The enormous floating island cast shadows, plunging the entire world into darkness.

Beneath my feet lay soft sand, soaked in blood and turned a dark red.

In the distance, shouts of battle, the roar of artillery, the sound of buildings collapsing, and terrifying roars that seemed inhuman rose and fell.

This is a chaotic, insane, and bloody war paradise.

Chen Ye took a breath of the air filled with blood and fire.

Every cell in my body was trembling with excitement.

He could sense that the air was filled with dozens of powerful, domineering auras, strong enough to make the ocean tremble in later generations.

Some of them look very familiar.

That overwhelming, domineering power, like a mountain, only had a touch more youthful vigor and arrogance than the white-bearded man in my memory.

A young dad.

There is another kind, as deep and unfathomable as a prison, filled with iron will and righteousness, belonging to the naval hero at his peak, Monkey D. Garp.

But more than anything, there was an unfamiliar, yet equally terrifying aura.

Charlotte Linlin's Madness.

Kaido's tyranny.

The arrogance of the golden lion.

And, hidden above all auras, a domineering aura, devouring everything, filled with pure malice, destructive desire, and a thirst for control.

Lox D. Giebeck.

No.

Or rather, he should be called David D. Gibbek.

A smile full of amusement and anticipation appeared on Chen Ye's face.

His golden eyes swept across the chaotic battlefield, like a top player finally logging into the long-awaited, legendary epic dungeon.

"What a..."

He murmured to himself, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

"...What a lively Valley of the Gods."

Before he could finish speaking...

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

An extremely terrifying tremor suddenly erupted from the center of the island.

An arrogant young voice, brimming with pure destructive desire, echoed throughout the entire island.

That voice carried an arrogant disdain for all heroes and an absolute confidence that it held the world in the palm of its hand.

"Oh, hehehehehe!"

"Gol D. Roger! Monkey D. Garp!"

"Where have you two damned bastards been hiding?!"

"Get out here and face your death!!!"

The domineering aura contained in that voice was so powerful that it cleared the dark red sky.

However, almost at the same time.

Another equally unrestrained and carefree laugh, full of freedom and ease, soared into the sky from another direction, colliding fiercely with that domineering aura without showing any weakness.

"Hahahaha!!"

"Men! Ignore that madman!"

"The Celestial Dragons' treasure is right ahead! Rob everything they've hidden away!!!"

In an instant, two completely different yet equally powerful Conqueror's Haki, both standing at the pinnacle of the world, clashed directly under this sky.

boom!!!

An invisible shockwave swept in all directions, knocking countless pirates and marines who were fighting to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Chen Ye looked in the direction from which the sound came.

His gaze pierced through the layers of smoke and the chaotic crowd.

He saw it.

On a pile of razed ruins, a young man of unusually tall stature with wild, dark hair stood with one foot on the head of a Celestial Dragon, holding a huge longsword that exuded an ominous aura, laughing wildly to the sky.

On the other side, a young man wearing a captain's hat, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and a fearless smile on his face, was brandishing a long sword and leading a group of equally fierce crew members as they charged toward a magnificent palace.

Behind them, two distinctly different flags fluttered wildly in the blood-red sky.

One side features the flag of the Rocks Pirates, the maritime overlords, adorned with three ferocious skulls.

On the other side is the classic flag, featuring a skull wearing a straw hat, belonging to the future Pirate King Roger's pirate crew.

The great battle of God Valley is about to begin right before his eyes.

Chen Ye's smile grew increasingly fervent and excited.

World Government, Navy, Rocks, Garp, Roger!

And there's Im hiding behind it all!

The God Valley Incident.

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