RNP Chapter 42: Attracting Global Attention, Developing in the Most Interesting Form
Chapter 42: Attracting Global Attention, Developing in the Most Interesting Form
In the center of the deep pit, the smoke and dust had not completely dissipated, and Roger's Conqueror's Haki had slightly weakened.
But those eyes remained sharp as an eagle's, carrying an arrogant disdain for the world.
Garp knelt on the edge of the pit, panting heavily, his right arm trembling slightly. His Haki slowly receded like the receding tide, leaving behind a shocking bloodstain.
He stared intently at Roger, his fighting spirit undiminished, but now tinged with barely concealed horror—this strike had nearly shattered the domineering aura he had gathered!
Aokiji's figure fully emerged on the other side of the deep pit. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes now completely icy cold.
Roger as a Heroic Spirit is truly terrifying...
It's true what they say about the old man; he was a naval hero who chased Roger all over the world back in the day. He managed to hold on for so long under these circumstances...
A reporter, disguised as a civilian, was hiding in a building further away. This was one of Morgans's men, planted there after receiving a tip-off.
He felt the aftershocks completely dissipate. With trembling hands, he gripped the video Den Den Mushi, the lens fixed on the center of the battlefield.
He was so excited he was almost incoherent, shouting into the miniature microphone, "President! Big news! Breaking news! The Pirate King, a Heroic Spirit, defeated a Marine hero with a single strike! His Conqueror's Haki is earth-shattering! The world is about to change!!"
Headquarters of World Economic News Agency.
"President! Urgent call from Loguetown! Highest priority! Image transmission!!"
An employee stumbled and crawled into the editor-in-chief's office, his voice shrill with extreme excitement and fear.
Morgans' eyes lit up when he heard about Loguetown: "Huh?! Hahaha, finally news from Loguetown!"
His words came to an abrupt halt, as the giant main screen began projecting images transmitted at great personal risk by frontline reporters:
At the center of the image is the town square of Loguetown, now a massive crater!
Inside the deep pit, Pirate King Roger confronts Garp and Aokiji.
Further away, the giant general Romz wielded his giant axe to block the sea, and cannons roared!
At the edge of the image, you can vaguely see Straw Hat Luffy being helped by his companions, along with Buggy the Clown, as they rush towards the beach in a disheveled state.
"I knew it! How could the Navy ignore the Pirate King? I didn't expect them to send Garp and Aokiji together!"
Morgans's bird eyes were wide open, completely oblivious to the cigar falling onto the expensive carpet and starting to smoke.
"What's even more shocking is that Roger, now a Heroic Spirit, seems to be even more powerful than when he was alive! Hahaha, now the whole world probably wants to have a Heroic Spirit."
Morgans' feathers bristled, and his huge beak split into a nearly torn, ecstatic, and manic smile!
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!" He suddenly sprang up from the chair, flapping his wings wildly, knocking over the table, and not caring at all that ink was spilled all over him.
"Quick! Quick! Connect all printing plants! Run all printing presses at full speed! Front page, headline! Maximize the font size!"
He took a deep breath and roared with all his might.
"Take screenshots! The confrontation between the Navy and Roger, Luffy's miserable state! Print them all out! Urgent! Express! Immediately cover every corner of the world with newspapers!! The world! Let's get this party started!!!"
After shouting, Morgans' massive body swayed violently due to excessive excitement and lack of oxygen, and his eyes rolled back.
"President...President!!" The news birds rushed forward in terror.
Thump! Morgans collapsed to the ground, a ecstatic smile still on his lips—he had fainted from excitement!
The New World, Beehive Island Paradise.
Before the newspapers even arrived, Dieter had already been watching the play with great interest for a while.
"Hmph... one big thing after another, it's even giving me a feeling of being 'busy'."
Jeanne's expression turned serious: "Master, are we really not going to intervene this time? That device you mentioned, can it really suppress your abilities?"
Dieter seemed to have heard something funny, and he laughed uncontrollably, the platinum ornaments on his body jingling.
"I don't have the ability to suppress it, but I want to see how this incident will develop if I don't stop it..."
On an unnamed island in the first half of the Grand Line.
Dragon, who had just finished a secret meeting of the revolutionary army, received encrypted intelligence and the freshly printed special edition.
He saw it immediately: a close-up of Luffy's pale face being carried on Buggy's back.
The revolutionary leader, who had always been as calm and composed as a mountain, swayed almost imperceptibly.
The fist under the cloak clenched instantly, the nails almost digging into the palm!
He suddenly looked up, gazing in the direction of Roggetown, his eyes beneath the brim of his hat sharp as a knife.
"Sabo, I'm entrusting Luffy to you..." An invisible vortex around him began to stir, a testament to his utmost trust in his comrade.
The New World, Moby Dick.
Ace gripped the urgent newspaper tightly, the paper quickly turning to ashes under his burning flames!
He looked at his younger brother Luffy's pained expression, and at the familiar figure being besieged by the elite Marines—Gol D. Roger. His…biological father.
The words "Straw Hat Boy in bad shape" on the newspaper burned fiercely in his heart.
"Luffy..." Ace suddenly looked up at Karna, who was teaching him how to control fire.
"Dad! Little Sun! I have to go to the East Blue! Right now! Luffy is in danger! Roger... he's there too!"
The white-bearded man, sitting in the main seat drinking, hesitated, looking at Ace with a hint of unease in his eyes.
However, when his gaze shifted, the aura of the heroic spirit clad in golden armor rose.
Whitebeard waved his hand dismissively: "Go! Ace, it's your job. Get there as fast as you can!"
His gaze then turned to Karna, his tone heavy, not as if he were lecturing a junior, but more like a plea to a powerful figure.
"Son of the Sun God... Please take good care of Ace..." This sentence was filled with complex emotions.
Karna's golden eyes swept across the newspaper, calm and unwavering.
"My Master's will is my direction. This spear of mine will clear away all enemies in my Master's path."
Ace nodded emphatically, looked at the two gratefully, and then jumped into his small boat without hesitation. Karna followed closely behind.
Kraigana Island, ancient castle ruins.
Hawkeye Mihawk put down the newspaper in his hand, his sharp, eagle-like yellow pupils reflecting the image of Roger battling Garp and Aokiji on the front page.
The Command Seals on the back of his hand seemed to resonate very faintly with the distant battlefield.
"Red and black... the Holy Grail War..." he murmured to himself, his fingers unconsciously tracing the hilt of the black sword "Night".
"Gol D. Roger... Such power, truly 'Red'."
He looked at Sasaki Kojiro, who was standing to the side, holding a long sword and looking relaxed.
"It seems the appetizer for this feast has been quite impressive. We need to get ready, Assassin."
Kojiro smiled slightly and twirled his sword: "That's exactly what I wanted, Master. To be on the same side as that legendary Pirate King, the 'fun' of this battle will surely far exceed my expectations."
Sabaody Archipelago.
Blackbeard Teach stared at the newspaper, a twisted, greedy smile on his face: "Just as you said, Earl. Roger, now a Heroic Spirit, has indeed become stronger."
"Even the combined might of naval heroes and admirals couldn't defeat him!" A cold light flashed in his eyes.
The count, lurking in the shadows, replied calmly, "In this world... the name of the Pirate King is known to everyone..."
The black-bearded man's eyes gleamed with even greater greed: "Roger was quite a good Heroic Spirit, but... what was the name of that Heroic Spirit who could rival Karna again?"
The count sneered: "Arjuna, Karna's half-brother."
The man with the black beard stroked his chin: "Is it possible for that guy to be summoned?"
A voice echoed from the shadows: "It is their fate to fight each other forever..."