One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

In the quiet room of Ark's Proverbs, Roy looked at the Devil Fruit in his hand that had just completed its transformation.

Deep blue spiral patterns extend from the stem to the bottom of the fruit, and the dense crack patterns on the skin resemble miniature, compressed seismic sources.

It gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the dim lamplight.

Tremor Fruit.

The power of Edward Newgate, the world's strongest man with the white beard, lay quietly in his palm.

Roy placed the fruit into the box that had been prepared beforehand, and the lid closed with a dull thud.

He looked up at the white-bearded man's body lying within the psychic barrier—

Even after the old man died, the corner of his mouth still held that signature smile, as if he were mocking death itself.

"A worthy opponent."

Roy muttered something under his breath, then turned and walked out of the quiet room.

On the deck, the core members of Beehive Island were already waiting.

Barrett crossed his arms and was the first to speak when he saw Roy come out.

"Roy, what should we do with Whitebeard's body?"

"I'll personally deliver it back."

Roy's gaze swept over the crowd.

"You guys go back to Beehive Island first."

Tesoro, the return voyage is your responsibility.

Tesoro nodded, and a golden arc of electricity flickered at his fingertips.

"no problem.

"But boss, won't it be...?"

"I'm going to a funeral, not to fight."

Roy interrupted him.

"Moreover, what the Whitebeard Pirates need right now is respect, not wariness."

Hawkeye rarely spoke, but he did: "Do you need me to come along?"

"Need not."

Roy shook his head.

"Mihawk, take Kuina back to Beehive Island to continue your training."

The child's swordsmanship has improved greatly, but he still lacks practical combat experience.

Kuina tightened her grip on Ame no Habakiri's hand, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just nodded.

Seeing that no one objected, Roy used his telekinesis to lift the white-bearded man's body, and his figure slowly rose from the deck.

"Go back and wait for orders. There are more important things to do when I get back."

As soon as he finished speaking,

His figure disappeared from the sky above the Ark Maxim, turning into a streak of light and flying towards the Sabaody Archipelago.

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Sabaody Archipelago, Mangrove Zone 13.

The Moby Dick was anchored outside the harbor awaiting coating. The ship's hull was still damaged and covered with scorch marks from cannon fire and slits from swords.

The pirates sat in twos and threes on the deck, some bandaging their wounds.

Some people silently wiped their knives, while others just leaned against the ship's railing, lost in thought.

Marco stood at the bow of the ship, blue flames burning quietly on his shoulders.

His gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon, his expression calm, but the knuckles of his fingers gripping the gunwale had turned white.

"Marco."

Vista approached from behind, twin swords hanging at his waist, his voice hoarse like sandpaper.

"Ace still won't come out?"

Marco shook his head.

Since boarding the ship, Ace has locked himself in his cabin, refusing to eat or drink, and refusing to see anyone.

Luffy is still unconscious, and Ivankov says he will need at least three days to wake up.

Just then, a figure appeared without warning above the Moby Dick.

Marco's Observation Haki reacted first, and the blue flames suddenly surged.

But the next second he saw clearly who the person was, and the tall body next to the person being supported by telekinesis.

"Dad..."

Marco's flames went out instantly.

Roy slowly landed on the deck, his psychic barrier enveloping the white-bearded man's body, and gently placed it in the center of the deck.

The entire Moby Dick was silent.

The pirates who were sitting on the ground stood up, stopped wiping their knives, and stopped bandaging their wounds.

Everyone stared at the body lying quietly on the deck, at the face that still wore a smile even in death.

The cabin door was suddenly pushed open.

Ace stumbled out.

His eyes were terribly red and swollen, his clothes were wrinkled, and his hair was a mess.

He ran to the white-bearded man's body, his legs gave way, and he knelt down on the deck.

"Dad..."

Ace's voice trembled, and the two words squeezed out from deep in his throat were so hoarse that they were almost inaudible. He braced his hands on the deck, his forehead pressed against the cold wooden planks, and his whole body was shaking like a leaf.

The other pirates on the deck also had tears in their eyes.

Some people lowered their heads and silently wiped away their tears, some turned away and couldn't bear to watch anymore, and some gritted their teeth and tried their best to hold back, but the tears still fell.

Marco stood beside the white-bearded man's body, without crying.

He simply lowered his head, looking at his father's peaceful face, the blue flames burning quietly on his shoulder like an ever-burning lamp keeping vigil.

"Thank you, Captain Roy."

Marco's voice was soft but steady, "Thank you for bringing Dad back."

Roy didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

Inside the cabin, Rayleigh was sitting by Luffy's bed.

The Hades was holding a bottle of wine, taking sips here and there, and only raised his eyelids slightly when he saw Roy enter.

"This time, there's been quite a commotion outside."

"normal."

Roy sat down opposite Rayleigh.

"After all, he has a white beard."

Rayleigh was silent for a moment, then put down the bottle.

"I'm going to teach Luffy a lesson."

"Teach him to be domineering?"

"Hmm. This kid has the talent."

Rayleigh looked at Luffy, who lay unconscious on the bed, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Shanks bet his arm on him; he can't let him gamble for nothing."

Roy nodded.

He knew that in the original story, Luffy completed two years of training under Rayleigh's tutelage, laying the foundation for his later becoming one of the Five Emperors.

Although the timeline has changed drastically, Rayleigh's regard for Luffy has never changed.

"Satan is dead."

Roy suddenly said something.

Rayleigh paused for a moment, his hand holding the wine bottle still.

He looked at Roy, remained silent for a long time, and then tilted his head back and took a big gulp of wine.

"The Five Elders..."

Not a single one has died in the past eight hundred years.

You were the first person to cut off their heads.

Even Rocks couldn't do that back then.

Rayleigh put down the bottle and looked at Roy with a complicated expression.

"The world is going to be in chaos."

The world government will not let this go.

Are you ready?

"What do you think I've been preparing for these past ten years?"

Rayleigh paused for a moment, then smiled.

"You're way crazier than Roger, kid."

On the deck, an internal meeting of the Whitebeard Pirates is underway.

It was called a meeting, but it was really just a dozen or so squad leaders sitting around Whitebeard's body, discussing a problem they never wanted to face—who would take over as captain.

"I recommend Ace."

Marco was the first to speak, his tone showing no hesitation.

"He was the one my father thought the most when he was alive."

"Dad has been training Ace for the past few years, and everyone has seen it."

"I agree."

Bista nodded.

"Ace is the captain of the second division; he has the qualifications and ability."

"I agree," Joz said in a muffled voice.

The other team leaders nodded in agreement.