World Economic News Front Page Headline
Title: 【Pirate King Roger Arrested! Marine "Heaven Tremor" Gern Ends a Legend!】
Subtitle: 【A World-Shaking Battle in the South Sea, God's Fall Ruins Appear! The New Era's Prologue Is Unveiled by the Marine!】
The world's strongest Pirate Crew, the Roger Pirates, and the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, were officially escorted back to Marineford yesterday by Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral "Heaven Tremor" Gern Reginald Sigma in Loguetown, East Blue!
This world-shaking news swept across the four seas like a hurricane, and countless people's newspapers rustled in their trembling hands.
"No way! That's the Pirate King! The strongest 'King' of the Grand Line after Rocks!"
"The Marine actually did it?! The Pirate King was arrested!!!"
"That 'Heaven Tremor'... just who is he?!"
In streets and alleys, taverns and docks, whether commoners, pirates, or underground forces, everyone was frantically discussing this explosive news.
【A World-Shaking Battle! God's Fall Ruins in the South Sea!】
According to our exclusive intelligence (photos attached as evidence), Vice Admiral Gern and Roger engaged in a three-day and three-night death match in the Byax Sea of the South Sea!
The aftermath of the battle directly led to three islands sinking!
The sea space was distorted, forming a "Tremor Zone" with a diameter of ten thousand meters!
The seawater inverted and stagnated, unable to recover to this day!
That battlefield is now known as "God's Fall Ruins," and even scientists cannot explain its formation.
Eyewitnesses claim that the final light of the battle even tore the sky, as if a "God had fallen"!
【Roger's Surrender? Or Gern's Victory?】
Although Marine officials declared that Vice Admiral Gern "successfully arrested" Roger, internal sources revealed that Roger, despite having his hands in Sea Stone handcuffs, was calm, even laughing across the air with Vice Admiral Garp.
"What exactly happened between them?"
"Why was Roger laughing?"
"Did the Marine really defeat the 'Pirate King'?"
All these questions shrouded this "arrest" in an even deeper mystery.
【The Clarion Call of a New Era!】
As Roger was escorted to Marineford, the World Government announced that the Pirate King would be publicly executed in Loguetown one month later, in the first month of 1498!!!
The Marine's prestige would reach its peak!
And at the center of this storm, the name Gern Reginald Sigma had completely resounded throughout the world!
Morgans' personal annotation: "This photo (Roger laughing, Garp in a frenzy, Gern sitting calmly at the bow) will go down in history!
The era of kings has ended, but the tide of the new era is far more insane than anyone could imagine!"
..........
Sabaody Archipelago, the lingering twilight cast its glow upon the empty Oro Jackson.
Empty wine bottles and crumpled newspapers were scattered on the deck, the newspaper's headline starkly printed with a glaring title:
"The Fall of a King, the Rebirth of a Legend!"
Shanks clutched the edge of the newspaper, his knuckles white.
Buggy paced back and forth agitatedly, continuously cursing: "Damn Marine," "Despicable Gern."
Jabba silently wiped the axe in his hand, his eyes cold as ice.
And Rayleigh, the former "Pluton," simply sat alone at the stern, drinking strong liquor cup after cup.
"Rayleigh-san!" Shanks suddenly looked up, his voice hoarse, "Are we really just going to watch? Captain Roger, he..."
"Shut up." Rayleigh's voice was light, yet it struck the deck like a heavy hammer.
The air instantly solidified.
Buggy opened his mouth to say something, but Jabba pressed his shoulder.
The old crewmate shook his head, his eyes dim.
Rayleigh slowly put down his wine glass, the liquid swaying in the cup, reflecting his somber face.
"The Roger Pirates have disbanded," he whispered, "This was Captain's final order."
"But..." Shanks gritted his teeth, "How could that Gern guy defeat Captain, he..."
"Shanks." Rayleigh finally looked up, a storm suppressed in his pupils.
"Roger's chosen path is not for us to interfere with."
A dead silence.
In the distance, a few bubbles floated up from the Sabaody land, carried by the sea breeze across the deck.
Buggy suddenly kicked over a wooden barrel and roared, "Then at least tell me, why did Captain Roger lose?!
What is that Gern? How could he..."
"Because he is 'Heaven Tremor'," Rayleigh coldly interrupted.
The three of them froze.
Rayleigh stood up, walked to the ship's rail, and looked out at the distant horizon.
"You underestimate that man too much," he whispered, "Gern Reginald Sigma...
From the very beginning, he came for the 'Era of Kings'."
Shanks' pupils constricted.
Jabba's axe embedded into the deck with a 'thud'.
Rayleigh tilted his head back, draining the last sip of wine, his Adam's apple bobbing as if swallowing something bitter.
"Roger probably didn't expect this either," he sighed softly, "So... don't disappoint him.
Captain wouldn't want us to see him being executed...
And, he said... he wouldn't die."
The sea breeze whimpered, the setting sun like blood.
"For the 'Era of Kings' huh..." Shanks slowly clenched his fist, his fingernails digging deep into his palm.
"Then I will inherit Captain Roger's will and become the King of the next era!"
At this moment, the straw hat Roger gave him felt unusually heavy on Shanks' head.
On the other side, Buggy lowered his head, his shoulders trembling.
Jabba silently pulled out his axe and turned to walk towards the ship's cabin.
And Rayleigh simply poured another glass of wine, slowly raising it towards the distant horizon.
"To you, Roger.
To this era that is about to be turned upside down."
...
New World, Moby Dick.
Newspapers rustled on the deck, blown by the sea breeze, and the Whitebeard Pirates crew members gathered in a circle, staring intently at the glaring bold headline: "The Fall of a King, the Rebirth of a Legend!"
"What a joke!" Diamond Jozu scoffed coldly.
"That Roger guy... how could he be arrested by the Marine?!"
"That 'Heaven Tremor' Gern..." Blackbeard, now a young man, had cold eyes, "What despicable means did he use? The Tremor-Tremor Fruit...?"
"Heh, isn't this good news?" Thatch grinned, spreading his hands.
"Roger's gone, now the strongest Pirate Crew on the Grand Line is us, the Whitebeard Pirates..."
"Shut up." A deep voice boomed like muffled thunder, and the deck instantly fell silent.
Everyone turned to look at the bow.
Edward Newgate, the strongest man in the world, "Whitebeard," was tilting his head back, guzzling an entire barrel of strong liquor, his Adam's apple bobbing, and liquor dripping from the corners of his mouth.
His gaze pierced through the newspaper, as if seeing something further away.
"Pops..." Marco stood beside him, hesitating to speak.
Whitebeard was silent for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter, shaking the sea surface into giant waves.
"Gurararara! Roger... you bastard, in the end, you couldn't even make your exit your own way!"
Whitebeard once again raised the barrel of wine above his head, the amber liquid pouring down, drenching his chest.
He closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow, as if pouring some complex emotion into his stomach.
Only when the barrel was empty did he slowly open his eyes, his gaze piercing through the sky, through time and waves.
He saw Roger laughing under the sunset of Laugh Tale, saw that man raising a toast at the final banquet and shouting, "The new era is up to you all."
But then he also saw, decades ago in the stormy West Sea, that young man with a black blade descending from the sky, splitting the firmament, and unleashing a heaven-shaking slash at his younger self.
"Arresting the Pirate King..." Whitebeard's knuckles made the barrel creak.
"Gern... you brat..." The wooden barrel exploded!
Marco saw Pops' lips trembling, not from anger, but from a kind of awe that was almost admiration.
This young man from the West Sea, who once had to look up to them, has now truly...
"Achieved fame known to all!"
Thinking of this, Marco lowered his voice: "Pops, will Gern's next target be...?"
Whitebeard's laughter abruptly stopped.
He slowly stood up, Murakumogiri thudded heavily on the deck, and Conqueror's Haki swept across the entire sea like a tide!
"Then let him come!" Whitebeard looked disdainfully into the distance, filled with heroic spirit, "I am Whitebeard! On this Grand Line... no one can decide my end!"
The waves submitted beneath his feet, and the clouds were torn apart!
Marco stared blankly at Pops' back, suddenly understanding something.
This was not a challenge, but an acknowledgment.
It was the highest respect for the man who dared to end the "Pirate King" era.
The sea breeze suddenly stilled.
All the crew members held their breath, looking at each other.
They had never seen Pops react this way, neither angry nor joyful, but a kind of... fated emotion.
And they had never heard Pops mention a Marine in such a tone, as if mentioning Roger, as if mentioning Rocks, as if mentioning those names that truly changed the pattern of the Grand Line.