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Photographic Den Den Mushi broadcast this footage to the major islands of the world!
This shocking scene, at an unbelievable speed, spread across the globe...!
The first half of the Grand Line.
Sabaody Archipelago.
A man resembling a green pheasant, wearing a backpack and looking like a traveler, stood in front of a large tavern. His eyes were fixed on the broadcast from the Visual Den Den Mushi, showing Marco fighting Jack the Drought.
The awkward penguin behind him, wide-eyed, let out strange squeaking noises as it stared at the screen.
"What a headache." The green pheasant, donning a trench coat, rubbed his brow and turned to find his bike. He thought about his agreement with Marco, and then his thoughts wandered to Blackbeard. "Teach asked me to come to you... to avenge Shiryu of the Rain. What do you think—should I go or not?"
The tavern was filled with pirates, but none seemed to notice the green pheasant among them.
At this moment, everyone was captivated by the broadcast, their hearts filled with shock.
"That's Kaido's right-hand man, Jack the Drought, one of the Three Calamities! And now, he's been killed by Marco the Phoenix!"
"The New World... such an earth-shattering event!"
Exclamations echoed throughout the tavern.
"The Whitebeard Pirates... what is Marco planning to do?"
Some were shocked.
Others saw this as a sign—Marco leading the remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates, poised to make a comeback and conquer the New World.
Similar scenes played out across various islands worldwide.
Especially in the New World.
Every island where even slightly significant pirate groups resided was abuzz, all fixated on the global event.
They had all witnessed the image that stunned the world.
"Jack the Drought is dead. Kaido of the Four Emperors will surely make a move! Is the New World about to plunge into chaos?"
The New World.
Formerly the G-1 Branch, now the Marine Headquarters.
"Yo, that's quite something. But... I'm not really up for the fight."
Borsalino, wearing his yellow-and-white striped suit, spoke slowly.
His black, curly hair and beard framed his face, paired with his trademark lazy expression. His lips were slightly upturned, his tone lethargic—he gave off the air of someone completely uninterested.
Yet, despite his indifferent demeanor, few dared to challenge him—
He was the Navy's strongest combatant, a Logia-type user of the Glint-Glint Fruit, Borsalino aka Kizaru!
In sharp contrast stood Fleet Admiral Sakazuki at the forefront, his expression as serious as ever, his face dark.
"Shall I go and bring Marco back?" Kizaru drawled, lazily continuing, "His flying abilities are far too immature compared to the old man."
Happy Street Island.
Stussy, along with Belivia and her subordinates, had evacuated from Happy City. They now gathered aboard a large pirate ship, docked in a hidden harbor. Their movements had gone unnoticed.
"Your Majesty, we just received a report from the World Economy News Paper... it's about Marco!"
At that moment, one of her subordinates rushed out of the cabin, pushing a medium-sized Visual Den Den Mushi.
"Hurry up and play it," Stussy urged.
The screen lit up, showing the moment Marco twisted Jack the Drought and blew him up.
"Shhh!!"
Everyone on deck gasped. They had been in the underground world for years, and knew well the strength and reputation of Jack the Drought. Even among the many infamous figures in the underworld, just hearing Jack's name would strike fear into people's hearts!
Yet, the broadcast showed Marco utterly destroying Jack, leaving no remains.
The scene was beyond shocking.
Even Belivia covered her mouth, astonished.
Only Stussy, her body trembling slightly, kept her gaze locked on Marco as he flew in midair. She muttered words only she could hear, "You've passed the first major trial… but there are greater challenges ahead."
"Lady Stussy! A large pirate ship has been spotted approaching us at full speed!" one of her subordinates hurriedly reported, clutching a Transponder Snail.
Stussy took a deep breath. The time had finally come. "Do we know which pirate crew it is?"
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"From the pattern on the pirate flag, it's clear that the ship belongs to the Donquixote Pirates, led by Doflamingo of the Seven Warlords of the Sea!"
"Just as I thought! He's here to avenge Vergo, isn't he?" A cruel smile appeared on Stussy's delicate face. "Get us out of here at full speed! And activate all the timed explosives on the island!"
Whoosh!
Under Stussy's command, the pirate ship—loaded with Happy Street's annual income—sped away from the Happy Street Islands at full throttle.
As if they vanished without a trace, no one had any idea they'd been there.
No one linked to Stussy remained on the Happy Street Islands, only pirates indulging in the pleasures the island offered.
Not long after…
The Donquixote Pirates appeared in the harbor.
"Young Master! Should we go in and slaughter them?" one of the crew asked eagerly.
"There's no need for that," Doflamingo replied as he strolled confidently onto the bustling street. Pirates moved about as usual, with no signs of trouble. He raised his hand, and countless thin threads shot into the sky. "It's quite lively here, isn't it?"
In an instant, the inhumane Birdcage enveloped the main island of Happy Street like a dark cloud.
"Let's make this killing a little more fun!"
Click!
Not long after, word spread:
The Donquixote Pirates, led by Doflamingo, had been injured by a massive explosion on the main island of Happy Street!
Meanwhile, on the island where Marco was.
A small pirate ship, unnoticed by most, had docked on the coast.
Stepping off the ship was an older man with a curly beard, wearing a top hat, white gloves, cyan pants, and a large blue-purple cape. He had a smile on his face and two swords strapped to his back.
"Whitebeard Pirates... Fifth Division Commander, Vista the Flower Swordsman!"
On the sea, a sharp-eyed pirate finally recognized the man who had landed on the island. His eyes widened in shock.
The appearance of Vista—who once clashed with the world's greatest swordsman,Dracule Mihawk—shook them to their core!
"Are the Whitebeard Pirates making a comeback?"
More pirates began to take notice, and when they realized it was indeed Vista, they couldn't help but feel the shockwave ripple through them.
This was definitely a sign that the world order was about to shift.
However, only a few pirates were sharp enough to notice Vista's arrival on the island.
At the same time…
Marco descended from mid-air, but his eyes immediately locked onto something in the distance.
Several fierce pirates had appeared nearby…
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