"Phew! It was finally all over!"
As the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit was extracted from his body, Whitebeard finally let out a sigh of relief. As though he had been unburdened, he sat down on the docks of Marine Headquarters.
Allen, standing beside him with the Tremor-Tremor Fruit in hand, nodded with a smile as well. "Yeah! It's all over! This was a real bumper harvest. Not only did we take out those Celestial Dragons and the World Government that pissed me off, but I also got several Devil Fruits I wanted most."
"You're already so powerful. Why are you still so obsessed with collecting Devil Fruits?" Whitebeard asked, clearly puzzled.
"Because I want to become even stronger. I want to see exactly where my limits lie," Allen explained casually.
"Even stronger? You really are a monster through and through."
Whitebeard sighed softly, then used his great blade to support himself as he rose to his feet. He staggered back onto the ship, threw an arm around Ace's shoulders, and shouted at his men, "Boys! We're going home!"
"Yeahhh!! We're going home!"
"Long live Pops!"
"It's great that we made it out in one piece!"
Before long, amid waves of laughter, the Whitebeard Pirates set sail. They passed through the gates of Marine Headquarters and headed straight toward the New World.
Only after they had completely vanished beyond the horizon did Dragon, leader of the Revolutionary Army, step forward and ask with interest, "What do we do next? Establish a new World Government?"
"Of course. I suggest having Cobra, the nominal king of the Alabasta Kingdom, step forward and invite those kings with decent reputations to a meeting. Lay out the principles of the Revolutionary Army and the new World Government. If they know what's good for them,