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Chapter 7 - Resurrection of Legends: The Age of Chaos Returns

Rocks: Hmph, that resurrection item still isn't strong enough. If you wanted to bring me back, you'd probably need a forty-year resurrection card.

Roger: Then I'd need at least a twenty-five-year one myself.

Belo Betty: Looking at it this way, Whitebeard's been revived, and Zephyr's had his body repaired and made ten years younger… That means both the pirates and the Marines just got stronger.

Lindbergh: Too bad none of us in the Revolutionary Army won anything. The Conqueror's Infusion reward isn't as flashy as the others, but it's still decent.

Zephyr: Don't lump me together with those weak Marines. Hmph. I'm the commander of the Neo-Marines, Zephyr—not some "former admiral."

Roger: Wait, what? One of the old Marine "Iron Four," the Black Arm Zephyr, actually broke with the Navy?

Golden Lion:Jiehahaha! Now things are getting interesting! Sengoku, Garp, Tsuru—care to explain?

Red Count: The Marine higher-ups are all silent. Looks like it's true. I'm curious—what exactly did the Marines do to make even a man like Zephyr turn against them?

Zephyr:Turn against them? Don't make me laugh, Redfield. It was they who betrayed me!

Kaido: I've heard a bit of intel. The World Government once recruited a certain Warlord. About ten years ago, that Warlord cut off Zephyr's arm and slaughtered his students through despicable means.

BundiWald: Heh. That does sound like something those World Government bastards would do. Once a Marine admiral outlives his usefulness, they toss him aside like trash.

Rocks: Pathetic, Marines. Why don't you join my Rocks Pirates instead? Once I'm revived, I'll lead you all to Mariejois itself—and we'll conquer the world.

Big Mom: The one who cut off Zephyr's arm… wasn't that Whitebeard's "son"? That Weevil guy? Whitebeard, aren't you going to say something?

Roger: Nani!? Whitebeard has a son?

Marco: …

Roger: I mean a real son! I always thought that man wasn't interested in women!

Golden Lion: Speaking of that old bastard—where is Whitebeard anyway? He vanished right after saying a few words.

Whitebeard: Thanks for asking. Just revived, currently in my homeland—feeling rather good, actually.

Golden Lion: What the—!? You really revived, you old monster!?

Whitebeard: Thought I'd share the experience. First off, you can choose your revival location—I picked my homeland.

Second, after revival, your body is completely reconstructed, identical to before, just about three years younger.

The diseases are still there, and my physical strength's about the same as before death. To truly fix the body, I'd still need that restoration potion to cure the ailments and hidden injuries.

But I'm satisfied enough as I am now.

Sphinx Island.

Warm sunlight poured over lush green fields. When the breeze blew, it looked like waves of green rolling across the earth.

Whitebeard gazed gently at Marco and the others scattered across the grass.

Though his body was still restricted by the viewing's bindings, he could still move a little—and his voice carried easily.

"My sons… I'm back."

His shout was met with choked cheers—voices full of disbelief and relief.

Like children who'd finally found their shelter after endless suffering.

"It feels good… to be alive again,"

Whitebeard thought as he basked in the sunlight, looking at his peaceful homeland and the faces of his sons.

Of course, living was only the first step.

Next, he would bring Ace back—

and then, with one punch, kill that traitor Teach.

Blackbeard: What I'm curious about is… if Whitebeard's revived, does he still have the Tremor-Tremor Fruit? If so, that means there are now two identical Devil Fruit powers in the world.

Whitebeard: Why don't you find out for yourself, Teach? When my fist crashes into your face, you'll feel for yourself whether I still have that power.

Blackbeard: The same fruit can't exist twice in the world. Without your Tremor Fruit, what makes you think I'd fear you, old man?

Vegapunk: Actually, according to my research, Devil Fruits can be duplicated. It's possible for identical powers to exist simultaneously.

Blackbeard: Pops, I'm your son!

Whitebeard: When this viewing's restraints end, Teach—you'll die a miserable death.

Whitebeard's voice dripped with killing intent.

Even if it cost him his life again, he would kill Blackbeard.

But in truth, he didn't think he'd have to die this time to do it.

His current body wasn't as young as in his prime,

but it was far stronger than during the Marineford War—

roughly the condition he'd been in three years before that.

Back then, Ace hadn't even joined yet, and his body could still sustain the full power of the three colors of Haki.

Against someone like Teach—overconfident, overly reliant on his Devil Fruit—Whitebeard was certain he could win.

And best of all—his Tremor-Tremor Fruit was still there.

The mysterious chatroom had truly created a world where identical Devil Fruit powers coexisted.

New World, Marine Headquarters.

Sengoku let out a long sigh.

"Whitebeard's revived, Zephyr's body fully restored and rejuvenated. Both will definitely seek revenge on this world. The age of chaos is coming again."

Garp, picking his nose, grumbled, "Serves 'em right. I'm not lifting a finger against Zephyr. I told those old geezers it was a bad idea back then—let them deal with an admiral's wrath now."

Garp and Zephyr had been comrades for decades, and he knew well how terrifying a Marine admiral truly was.

A body completely repaired, ten years younger—

that meant Zephyr was now a monster in his prime.

Sixty-four years old—only about five or six years older than Kizaru—

the absolute peak of an admiral's power.

Akainu, the fleet admiral, bit down on his cigar, his voice low and oppressive:

"Anyone who stands against justice—crush them. All of them."

Garp: "Yeah, yeah, crush 'em all, sure."

He snorted dismissively.

Only Whitebeard had been revived so far.

Once Rocks, Golden Lion, BundiWald, and those other monsters came back—

once legends like Silvers Rayleigh and Scopper Gaban regained their youth—

then this "young man" of an admiral would understand…

just how terrifying those people from that era really were.

Kaido, Red-Hair, Big Mom—

they were merely the leftovers of that age.

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