RNP Page 50
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A giant hole hundreds of meters in diameter was blown open in the sea, and towering waves turned into torrential rain.
"Let me do it."
Dimon stepped forward, raised his left hand, palm facing up.
The fruits of the year, let's begin!
Twisted Future: Gravity Man!
This is the signature move of future Admiral Fujitora.
A series of purple halos emerged from his palm, then shot into the sky, pulling a meteorite from outer space with its gravity and sending it crashing straight down toward the warship.
The sailors on the warship gradually noticed something was wrong.
A burning meteorite burst through the large area of steam above everyone's heads and crashed down.
"Kakaka, Vice Admiral Garp!"
"Head! Head! A meteorite!!"
Why would a meteorite fall like that?!
Screams rose and fell, and the terrifying force that was about to hit them filled them with despair.
"what?"
Garp was dumbfounded. This wasn't something that happened naturally; it must be someone with a Devil Fruit power!
There had been several encounters during the pursuit of Roger, but there had never been a meteorite hitting him.
Without a second thought, Garp leaped up and headed towards the meteorite.
His clenched right fist, wreathed in a domineering aura, slammed into the surface of the meteorite.
The massive explosion tore apart the meteorite, turning it into countless fiery meteors that rained down, and the warship was right beneath this meteor shower.
"It is impolite not to reciprocate. Goodbye, Garp."
Dimon smiled slightly and said, "You use a barrage of artillery shells, I'll use a shower of meteorites. Don't hold back."
As he spoke, he waved to Garp in mid-air.
"It's you, Dimon!"
Garp's eyes narrowed, and he roared.
This was the second time the two had met; the first time was ten years ago in the Sabaody Archipelago.
"None of you will escape!"
Garp stepped into the void and suddenly attacked the pirate ship.
Upon seeing this, Dimon pulled another meteorite from outer space.
"Still have time to chase us? How about another one!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another meteorite fell from the sky and headed straight for the warship.
"Here we go again...! Is it unlimited?!"
Garp cursed under his breath and had no choice but to make a right-angle turn in mid-air, shooting straight up to meet the second meteorite.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the helmsman immediately changed direction and sped away.
"Haha, well done, Damon. Garp's face turned black just now."
Roger laughed wildly.
He and Garp are old rivals, both enemies and friends.
Since he began to make a name for himself on the high seas, being hunted by Garp has become a daily occurrence. Every now and then, Garp catches up to him, as if he has a radar lock on to him.
Rayleigh glanced at the Navy personnel busy dealing with the meteor shower in the distance and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Dimmon, what kind of ability is this?"
"Just a little trick."
Fujitora's techniques are quite useful, but unfortunately, their power is not that great. For a strongman like Garp, one punch is like turning a small meteor into a rock.
Not very harmful, but very insulting!
Everyone was busy searching for the final island and didn't have time to play pirate pretend games with Garp.
“So strong…”
Tian Yue witnessed the whole thing. Who were all these people on the ship? They were all ridiculously strong.
After shaking off Garp's pursuit, the group continued sailing towards their destination.
Tianyue didn't want to trouble everyone to change course, so she chose to travel with the ship and disembark with Dimon on the return trip.
The search for the final island was also a lot of fun.
Unlike the original history, Roger did not suffer from an incurable disease, and therefore did not feel any urgency.
The group was happy every day, simply because they were searching for the final island.
More than half a month later, they arrived at the coordinates and found that there was indeed no final island.
Jabba retrieved the record pointers, but all the pointers remained disordered, moving erratically without pointing in any specific direction.
"It's either in the sea or in the sky, the coordinates are definitely correct."
Everyone agreed with his point of view, and Roger decided to give it a try by going to sea first.
So they returned to Mercury Island, where Rayleigh took out his coating tools and applied a coating to the ship.
A week later, the coating was completed, and they set sail again to the coordinates and dived into the deep sea.
The deep-sea adventure is thrilling and exciting, as there is no light at a depth of several hundred meters, and it is completely dark.
Intelligence officer Spencer retrieved the glowing shells, a specialty of the Sky Island, which barely sustained his underwater navigation.
Ultimately, they were unable to find any islands on the seabed.
So, it must be in the sky.
Roger chose to abandon the seabed and head to the sky instead.
After several days, they finally found the surging ocean current and were successfully carried into the sky by it.
At an altitude of 7000 meters, there is a White Sea; at 10000 meters, there is a White-White Sea.
After more than a month, the group finally found the legendary last island in a vast, white sky.
When everyone landed on the island, a look of shock appeared on their faces.
Roger, as the captain, walked at the front, gazing at the so-called final island. After a long silence, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Then everyone started laughing, laughing until they cried.
Only Dimon and Amegetsu remained calm.
Dimon was exasperated. "Hakiwei, you bastard... the One Piece is actually this? Nobody could have guessed this!"
Tianyue felt somewhat lost.
"Looks like we've arrived too early, Joy Boy. He probably never expected someone would get here ahead of time."
"Hahahaha!"
Roger laughed loudly, "What a joke! In that case, let's just call it 'Laugh Tale'!"
The name was born.
Dimon thought to himself, "It wouldn't be bad to mark a famous moment."
“Since we’re here so early, why don’t we just store a permanent pointer? What do you guys think?” Dimon suggested.
To his surprise, no one objected.
Even Roger agreed.
Roger stroked his chin and grinned: "30 years? I'll be 77 by then. Looks like this isn't my time."
Rayleigh shook his head with amusement: "If Shakky hadn't taken your Devil Fruit, you would be immortal by now."
"I'll find a new one when I get back. But..."
Roger stroked his growing beard, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Go back and have a child, then let him eat that legendary Devil Fruit. Maybe that will be just right."
Wait, isn't something wrong?
Dimon suddenly realized a problem.
Roger arrived at Laugh Tale too early and doesn't have a terminal illness now. Not only does he not have a terminal illness, but he will also come to him in the future with his Devil Fruit to exchange for alcohol and become an immortal.
Roger wouldn't turn himself in until his life was over.
Without surrendering, there will be no public execution...
So who will usher in the Great Pirate Era?
This time, history is truly about to be changed!
Chapter 63 The Pirate King is born!
In order to create a permanent pointer, the group stayed in Laugh Tale for a while.
It is quite different from a regular pointer; its manufacturing process is much more complex, and only two were ever completed.
Roger kept one, while the other was given to Dimon.
The journey ended, and the ship returned to Qinghai, embarking on its return trip.
When they came down from the sky island, it was already dark. Everyone held a grand celebration banquet on the deck to celebrate the successful adventure.
Besides delicious food and wine, the banquet also featured singing, with a group of grown men singing about Binks' fine wine.
Amatsuki smiled as she watched everyone celebrate; the journey had been very interesting for her as well.
It involved both diving into the sea and soaring into the sky, making it thrilling and exciting.
This era seems quite interesting...
Dimon sat cross-legged on the deck, toying with the permanent pointer of Laugh Tale in his hand, his mind wandering to the changes in history.
Will he ruin the Great Pirate Era?
"What are you thinking about?"
Jabba, holding a bottle of liquor, sat down next to him, drunk.
"Now that the final island has been found, what are your plans next?"
Dimon smiled. Although it had nothing to do with him, he felt that something was missing if the Great Pirate Era didn't begin.
Jabba fell into deep thought. If asked what he wanted to do next, he really didn't have any ideas; that was up to Captain Roger to decide.
"Live freely."
"Everyone has things they want to do; what's the point of simply living?"
"Haha, you're right. If I had to say what I want to do, it would probably be to get married and have a child."
"You're a pirate, aren't you? You're already thinking about your wife and kids?"
Damon shook his head with amusement. Jabba was a real man; he later married a giantess, and as a fellow man, Damon genuinely admired him.
I really don't know how those two had a child.
At that moment, Roger walked over and forced his way between the two of them to sit down.
"What are you talking about?"
Dimon shifted his position, making room for others, and then asked:
"Roger, what are your plans for the future? Are you going to disband your pirate crew and go back to your hometown in the East Blue to retire?"
"Why disband? This is the important part. We need to collect Devil Fruits and survive until that day comes!"
That day refers to the day Nika was born.
What Laugh Dru left behind was what Joy Boy left to the next generation of the sun god Nika.