Chapter 261: Chapter 261 Shanks
The rain had eased slightly, but the sky remained overcast.
Two figures ran rapidly across the constantly trembling island.
Rayleigh carried the unconscious Roger on his shoulder, while Gaban carried the equally unconscious Garp.
Jolted by the movement, Garp’s eyelids fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The moment consciousness returned, a surge of intense pain and weakness washed over him. He turned his neck with difficulty, looking at Gaban who was carrying him, his voice hoarse and weak:
"What... what about Rocks..."
Gaban, not expecting his first words upon waking to be this, was stunned for a moment before retorting irritably:
"Hey, Marine, why don’t you worry about your own situation first? Still worrying about the enemy?"
Garp ignored his mockery, repeating stubbornly, his gaze somewhat unfocused: "You... are enemies too..."
At this moment, Roger, on Rayleigh’s shoulder, let out a groan and slowly woke up. His eyes regained clarity, and he immediately looked at Rayleigh, asking the same question:
"Rayleigh... Rocks... how is he?"
Rayleigh did not stop, speaking quickly: "He was taken away by Charlotte Linlin. Shortly after you fell, the God’s Knights appeared, and it was Linlin and Newgate who held them off. Linlin took Rocks and left first."
He paused, recalling the glance he had caught at the time, his tone carrying a trace of uncertainty, "It’s just... judging by Rocks’ condition at the time, his aura was extremely weak; even if he was taken away..."
Roger heard this and fell silent for a moment. A complex look flashed in his lowered eyes, eventually turning into a low sigh: "Is that so... he was taken away... as long as he’s... still alive. That guy... shouldn’t die here..."
His voice grew fainter, unsure if he was convincing himself or stating a fact. Rocks D. Xebec, whether as an enemy or as a symbol of an era, should not have his end be erased by "cleaners" while in such a weakened state.
Above the sea, the race against time entered its final stage.
The collapse of the island was visible to the naked eye. Huge cracks spread like ugly scars across the seabed and the edges of the island, with seawater rushing in, creating a terrifying roar.
Deeper down, it was as if some colossal behemoth was awakening. The deep-sea abyss opened an invisible maw, generating a terrifying suction force, intending to drag this shattered land—which had borne so much blood, ambition, sin, and legend—along with everything still on it that hadn’t fully escaped, into the cold, dark, eternal sleep of the deep sea.
"Hurry! Faster! This island can’t hold on! Don’t let those Pirate Crew scum escape!!"
On a Marine warship, the commander roared into the transponder snail and at his subordinates, even though they themselves were struggling to escape this sea area that was about to become a massive vortex.
The lookout reported nervously: "Found the Roger Pirates’ ship! The ’oro jackson’! It’s sailing away at full speed!"
"Fire! Interfere with them! Can’t let them escape so easily!" The order was given, although in the violent rocking and panic, the artillery accuracy was abysmal.
The oro jackson nimbly evaded the sporadic falling cannonballs and the increasingly unstable turbulence on the sea.
"Full speed ahead! Leave this sea area!!" the officers on the ship roared.
Finally, God Valley—a stage that would not be recorded in any official historical Chapter—had its final curtain drawn by an invisible hand.
Amidst the earth-shattering collapse, the roar of the seawater, and the thick fog rising into the sky, the outline of the massive island was completely twisted and decomposed, finally being swallowed by the endless waves and mist, disappearing beneath the sea level.
Leaving behind only a massive, slowly rotating vortex, and the few pieces of wreckage floating on the sea surface, proving its former existence.
In the sky, lightning tore through the dark clouds, dazzling electric light pouring down like a waterfall, illuminating the silhouettes of the ships fleeing in all directions.
Powerful figures streaked across the clouds, young heroes sailing toward different horizons, opening the next era. A brand new Chapter that would be known to future generations as the "Great Pirate Era."
On a calm stretch of ocean far from the God Valley sea area, the oro jackson.
Bearing the gloom and exhaustion of the fierce battle, the ship finally sailed into relatively safe waters, and the Crew members finally let their hanging hearts settle slightly.
"Is it not done yet? The Captain’s wounds!"
"Still not done~ What on earth are the guys in the medical team doing!"
"Before Captain Roger is fully awake, we will keep this treasure chest safe for now."
Just as everyone was discussing this—
Bang!
The door to the Captain’s quarters was kicked open, and a figure wrapped in bandages, looking just like a human mummy but full of energy, strode out. It was none other than Gol D. Roger!
"Hahaha! Made you worry... ah!" He had intended to laugh heroically, but it pulled at his wounds, making him grimace in pain, yet his eyes remained as bright as ever.
"Captain!!!"
"And then... never mind the rest, look at this!"
What came from the deck, however, were the perfunctory words of other Crew members.
The Crew members were holding a banquet, completely ignoring Roger on the side.
Veins popped on Roger’s forehead as he looked at these heartless guys, and the few clowns nearby who were affectionately calling out to the sky, "Miss Shakky~ where exactly are you~", finally unable to hold back, he roared:
"Hey!!! You bastards!!! Are you really worried about me?!!!"
His roar was met with a burst of heartless laughter.
On the lookout tower, Rayleigh sat alone, holding a bottle of wine in his hand. He gazed in the direction of God Valley, which was long since out of sight, his eyes deep, whispering a name:
"Shakky..."
That woman, too, had vanished into that chaos, her whereabouts unknown.
On the other side of the deck, various treasures piled into a small mountain shimmered with alluring light under the sun. The Crew members were counting the loot, chatting excitedly.
"This time it’s really a huge harvest!"
"That’s right, that’s right! These are enough for how long of a banquet!"
"The victory settlement moment for our Roger Pirates! Hahaha!"
Just in this noisy, joyous atmosphere, Roger’s ears suddenly twitched.
His keen senses caught a strange sound!
"Hmm?" Roger frowned and walked over.
"What’s wrong, Captain?" Spencer asked.
"Shh..." Roger signaled for everyone to be quiet, and he placed his ear close to the lid of the chest.
The Crew members also curiously gathered around.
"Eh? Is there... something alive inside the treasure chest?" a Crew member whispered.
Roger’s expression became serious and curious. He waved his hand gently, signaling everyone to step back a bit, then carefully reached for the latch of the lid. Taking a deep breath, he flipped the lid open—
The next second, this "Great Pirate" who had seen all kinds of storms and waves, and had even just fought to the death with a demonized overlord of the sea, had his expression instantly freeze, his eyes wide as saucers.
Seeing this, the other Crew members couldn’t help but lean in to look.
Then, the entire deck fell into an eerie silence.
There, inside the chest lined with soft silk and scattered with countless brilliant gems, a baby with striking Red Hair, wearing an innocent smile, was looking at them happily.
Everyone was dumbfounded: "Red... Red Hair... baby?!!!"
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