Ignite the fire from the pirates

The soul consciousness...faded!

"tumultuous!"

Black flames filled the surroundings, and Kevin suddenly retreated to avoid the long sword.

Is this the trial of Bankai?

Even the Kurosaki Ichigo in our memory should have a knife in his hand, right?

"What you really need...is not a weapon."

The voice sounded again: "You must be very proud to be called sir by everyone, right? Even Dragon is only a nominal leader. The only person in the entire revolutionary army who truly worships and respects you is you, sir."

"I don't want to become a god. I want to crush you, the god, with my own hands in the future. But... can you really withstand the temptation of power?"

"Money, power, beauty, when everything in this world is at your fingertips, can you still maintain your inner self?"

"You are a shameless plagiarist who has only half the knowledge and no experience!"

"Om..."

Once again, Kevin's entire body was chopped off by the long knife, and the feeling of pain was infinitely magnified in his consciousness.

"Huhuhu..."

There was no time to collapse and wail. Kevin gasped as if he were a physical entity as he retreated, but there was nothing substantial in his inhalation and exhalation.

"Think about it...are you really worthy of the title of Mr."

"what have you done?"

"You bring out those things in your memory that you only half-understand from the past, and use some brainwashing words. Do you really deserve that title?"

"Or do you really think that what you see is all the darkness in this world?"

"A dragon slayer eventually becomes a dragon. When you are faced with a real choice, when you are faced with the stairs leading to the throne, will you walk up slowly like Yim... and turn around and sit down?"

For a moment, Kevin's mind flashed through the previous scenes.

Humans are emotional creatures, and they all have their own joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness.

What he saw and heard in the past changed his goal from revenge to revolution, but what he saw and heard in the future, what choice will he make?

So many excuses...

No one can lead the direction of the world with the knowledge in your memory except yourself.

How about that excuse?

No one will object. He has even been deified and will be supported by everyone, and his words will be followed by everyone.

At that time, what choice would he make?

Kevin froze in place, and the long sword fell with him.

The pain...is much lighter...

I am just an ordinary person, and the core ideas of the revolutionary army did not come from me. They were just fragments of words from truly great people that I claimed as my own in this world.

It's different if you can be an emperor and if you actually face that empty throne.

Tinder...

Can I really become a spark, someone who brings light and hope to this world?

At this moment, Kevin's thoughts began to blur and fade, and even his entire soul consciousness was almost non-existent.

My thoughts started jumping...

If you win the lottery, and really win the lottery...

If you have 10 million or 100 million, and if you truly own 10 million or 100 million...

Wait…why am I thinking this?

Is this Bailey? Or is it Yuan?

It was also at this time that a warm current flowed upwards from the hands, and consciousness gradually became clear again.

In my mind, I began to recall the original continent full of joy and technology.

In the cities I flew over, I could hear the laughter of children and the adults who were busy but smiled every day...

There are no children who died because of an apple, no middle-aged people who cannot survive because they are not fierce, and no old people who are killed because of kindness...

There are also no... elderly people who have to commit suicide because of endless exploitation.

Isn't this... the future I want?

Kevin recalled a vague legal provision in his memory.

The details are no longer clear.

But you can’t convict someone for suspecting something that didn’t happen, isn’t that the most basic thing?

When I really face the throne at the top of the world in the future, what will I choose? No matter how much I say now or how determined I am, it will all be fake...

Only then will the right and wrong be revealed.

Being able to change the world, to make it no longer a world where living is worse than death, is exactly what I want at this moment!

……

"Buzz!"

A flickering light emerged from Kevin's hands, and at the same time, a new voice resounded in his heart.

"Chiyang."

Golden...sun!

In the dark world, a bright light flickered, and the black flames around Kevin dissipated.

And the voice that questioned him before also disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

……

At Sky Island Headquarters, Kevin opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

He stretched out his right hand, and a golden circle like the sun appeared in his palm.

The card that previously represented the value of one million also disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Chiyang...

Kevin placed his hand on the hilt of the knife, feeling the trembling and joy of the blade, as well as the burning warm current.

……

New world, Whitebeard Pirates.

As the years went by, Newgate had more and more sons.

More than a dozen pirate groups, large and small, have formed the current scale of the Whitebeard Fleet.

"Dad, although your health has improved a lot, it has declined again in the past few years. Drink less, your health is important!"

Marco had just finished examining Whitebeard's body and gave him some helpless advice.

But it was obvious that Newgate, who loved freedom all his life and loved to have a godson, didn't care about it. Instead, he laughed out loud.

"Marco, you're becoming more and more preachy! Are you considered a pirate if you don't drink?"

Joz on the side raised his big wine glass: "Dad is right! Cheers to freedom!"

These words almost made Marco kick him.

"Come here, freshly baked bone-in meat!"

Thatch came out of the cabin and served the delicious food, and for a moment the Moby Dick became more lively.

"Captain, as long as Dad is happy, that's all. Isn't there the guy from the Revolutionary Army here? Can't we just ask him for help when the time comes?"

Tiqi said as he gulped down the wine in his hand, holding a piece of bone in one hand, looking very casual.

Marco glared at him, "That's a favor, Tiqi. Favors are the hardest to repay."

Putting a hand on Marco's shoulder, Thatch joked, "Our captain of the first squadron is becoming more and more like a vice-captain."

Bista raised his glass: "I agree!"

"Snapped!"

"What do you agree to?"

Marco slapped him on the back, "I'm the ship's doctor! You know what a ship's doctor is? I'm responsible for Dad's health!"

“La la la…I know, I know!”

Vista waved his hands and said perfunctorily: "We already owed that gentleman a favor, didn't we? Although we didn't intervene in the affairs of Fishman Island, with the appearance of that healing ability, it's impossible to even things out, Marco."

Knowing that what he said was true, Marco sighed and sat on the other side with Thatch.

The two ate meat and drank wine.

"Recently, the Revolutionary Army's New Era Newspaper has directly detonated this sea. The world that has sunk to the bottom of the sea, whether it is a person with special abilities, a master of physical skills, a swordsman, or an ordinary person, cannot ignore it..."

Thatch said, looking at Marco: "I remember you can fly! Remember to catch me when the time comes."

Marco glanced at him and said, "Even if I can fly, I can't carry a boat! With Little Oz's size, I can't even carry him by himself!"

Hearing this, Thatch was stunned: "Can he be drowned?"

As the descendant of the demon Oz, little Oz is even bigger than the giants. If someone of his height is submerged, wouldn’t the world be destroyed?

Marco: "Marijoa is on the Red Earth Continent, which is 10,000 meters high. They think it's the safest place. Do you think Oz is as high as the Red Earth Continent?"

The two boasted, and although they were a little worried, they still ate wine and meat, showing the carefree pirates.

Teach, who was sitting on the deck not far away, was also bragging and chatting, drinking happily, but in his heart he was thinking about things that only he knew.

Ever since he saw the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia many years ago, he has been in a state of light sleep.

Even within the Whitebeard Pirates, there were rumors that he never slept.

【Note: This is from Bucky’s statement.】

Sleeping would relax him, and once his mind was relaxed, he was afraid that he would speak out his innermost thoughts.

The fruit has not appeared yet, and the pirate group that is most likely to obtain the fruit has still not appeared.

And there has been no news of the appearance of a user with the ability of the Dark Dark Fruit on the sea, ever.

The power of the Revolutionary Army has grown. Even from his father's few words, he knew that the Revolutionary Army has a large number of members all over the world.

In this case, the organization with the greatest possibility of obtaining the fruit is not the Whitebeard Pirates, but the Revolutionary Army is in secret again.

Even though he traveled across the ocean, he had never heard of anyone other than that gentleman who was a true revolutionary.

And it is obviously not an easy thing to join the Revolutionary Army and become a member of the Whitebeard Pirates.

That gentleman hasn't been here for a long time.

"Yo? Is it lively?"

A familiar voice appeared behind him, and Teach almost jumped up on the spot.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

After a series of coughs, a hand patted his back: "How could a member of the Whitebeard Pirates be scared by a voice?"

Kevin's eyes met Teach's.

The moment they looked at each other, Teach seemed to see amusement in his eyes.

Illusion? It must be an illusion!

"Sir? Why are you here?"

Kevin smiled and said, "Can't you come? Isn't it normal to bring some wine and have a look?"

At this time, Newgate also looked over and said, "The ability to teleport is really convenient, kid. Bring me some wine from Rogue Town when you have time. No one has sent me any wine since Roger left."

"Rogue Town?"

Kevin asked again: "Which one?"

Newgate didn't take it seriously and said casually, "I remember it should be a company called..."