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Chapter 2 - The return of legends (dead pirates)

Sengoku: "Whitebeard? Didn't you die two years ago? Don't tell me… this is Red-Hair's doing?"

Red-Haired Shanks: "Oi, oi, Sengoku, don't pin that on me! If I had the power to resurrect the dead, I'd have brought Captain Roger back long ago."

The words left his mouth—and then Shanks froze.

Wait… hadn't Captain Roger just spoken a moment ago?

Marco: "Pops! Are you really alive?"

Marco's voice trembled with excitement.

He alone knew how hard these past two years had been.

Since their father's death, the Whitebeard Pirates' territories had been devoured by Kaido and Blackbeard. They'd been hunted endlessly—many brothers had perished.

Whitebeard: "No… I'm not alive. I exist now only as a phantom — a soul, drawn back from the underworld by this so-called chatroom."

Seeing Sengoku and the others' panicked faces, Whitebeard couldn't help but feel amused.But once his "sons" spoke up, the old man's grin softened.

His words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

So both Roger and Whitebeard were here only as souls.

The chatroom had somehow pulled their spirits from the afterlife — utterly beyond comprehension.

Yet, in some hearts, a flicker of hope was born.

If souls could be summoned from the underworld…didn't that mean the dead might truly be revived one day?

Countless thoughts raced through countless minds.

Roger: "So you've died too, huh, Newgate?"

Whitebeard: "Oi, oi, don't lump me in with you, old fool. I died twenty years after you!"

Roger: "Twenty years…? So it's been that long since my death. Tell me—did my last words light the flame I hoped they would?"

Roger's voice quivered with anticipation.He had gambled his life to ignite the hearts of men, to stir their longing for the sea.

Rayleigh: "Without a doubt, you succeeded, Roger. Your words shook the world. Countless men set sail. The era after your death was named… the Great Pirate Era."

Inside Shakky's Rip-Off Bar on the Sabaody Archipelago, Silvers Rayleigh laughed through tears.

He hadn't laughed so freely in decades—not since that final night with Roger, so long ago.

To speak once more with his old captain, even across the barrier of life and death—it was a miracle beyond dreams.

Sengoku: "Oi, oi, enough of your pirate nostalgia, Roger."

Akainu: "Hmph. This so-called Great Pirate Era will soon be purged by justice. Whitebeard is gone. Roger's sinful bloodline has been wiped out. The age of pirates? Pathetic."

Whitebeard: "You sure talk big for a molten brat."

Roger: "Purged? The will of an age, the dreams of mankind, the tide of history—those things can't be destroyed. You think you can stop them? Go ahead and try."

Rayleigh: "Yeah, try it if you can, Akainu, you little punk."

Scopper Gaban: "Try it, kid."

Douglas Bullet: "So it really is Captain Roger! If I get revived, I'm beating that magma bastard into the ground."

Garp: "Hah! The Roger Pirates, huh? Haven't heard those voices in ages. Want to spar, maybe?"

Sengoku: "We're not dead yet, you ghostly pirates!"

Golden Lion Shiki: "And what if we are? Once I'm resurrected, the first thing I'll do is storm Marineford and blow your Navy to bits!"

Garp: "I'll welcome you back any time, Shiki. Last time you cut off your own legs to escape from Impel Down—careful, or I'll make sure they lock up your third leg in Sea-Prism Stone this time."

Garp's voice was light and cheerful—his words, however, hit below the belt.

Every man who'd once been locked in Impel Down felt a chill between their legs.

Cutting off your arms or legs was one thing…but that? No one wanted to imagine it.

Golden Lion Shiki: "Damn you, Garp, you bastard!"

Even in his spectral state, Shiki's spirit nearly exploded in anger.

Vice Admiral Tsuru: "Honestly… you old fools and your indecent jokes. What an embarrassment to the Navy."

And then—

Rocks D. Xebec: "Well, well… how lively. Never thought I'd see so many familiar faces here again."

The instant that voice appeared, every pirate and Marine alike froze.

Roger, Whitebeard, and Garp all frowned in unison—annoyance etched across their spectral faces.

Sengoku and the others, however, were visibly shaken.

The name Rocks D. Xebec had faded from history… but those who knew that name understood the terror it carried.Even among monsters like Roger, Rocks had been something far worse—a threat to the world itself.

In Mary Geoise, the five kneeling Elders felt a deep, collective dread.

With this chatroom connecting the worlds,if Roger and Rocks, men who had known the world's deepest secrets, began to talk—the truths they had buried for centuries could be exposed to everyone.

And there would be no way to stop it.

Meanwhile, among those who still hadn't spoken—the Revolutionary Army watched in silence.

Dragon sat with a furrowed brow, his mind racing.What would this chatroom's arrival mean for the world's balance of power?Would it hinder the Revolution… or help it?

After careful thought, he smiled faintly.

If anything, this chaos could only benefit them.

The more turbulent the world became,the easier it would be for the Revolutionaries to topple the World Government.

In the chatroom, chaos reigned.

Legendary pirates and legendary marines hurled insults across the void.

But after a while, even that fiery argument gave way to an uneasy calm.

They were, after all, divided between the living and the dead—and all of them, without exception, remained bound by the mysterious energy that had trapped the world.

All they could do was trade words.

Still, the last few exchanges almost sounded like challenges.

Golden Lion: "Wait till I'm revived—first stop, Marineford!"Roger: "When I'm back, I'll crush that magma brat who killed my son!"Whitebeard: "When I'm revived, back at my peak… magma boy, we'll settle this once and for all!"

The air was thick with rivalry—but the tension had dulled into something almost playful.

Then—

That same vast, divine voice rang once again in every mind:

[Viewing content successfully loaded][Viewing participants: Dual-World Revolutionary Leaders][Viewing begins now]

The moment the voice faded, the black screen in the sky began to shimmer.

Then, like a perfect hologram, an image unfolded before all eyes—

[Sunlight poured over a mountaintop, where a cliff was blanketed in soft grass. Behind it stretched a dense forest, the wind rustling its leaves, and seagulls traced arcs across the sky.]

[At the cliff's edge stood a handsome young man, his black cloak fluttering, his hair wild and untamed.]

[Behind him stood a broad-shouldered middle-aged man with streaks of white in his hair—towering, solid, and impossibly imposing.]

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