Stop the Great Pirate Era!

The calendar pages turned day by day.

Amid the anticipation of countless people around the world, January 1st, 1498, finally arrived as a new sun rose over the sea.

On this day, countless people gathered before Visual Den Den Mushi, waiting solemnly for the protagonist to appear.

Impel Down, outside the gates of the first level above the sea.

Five Headquarters Class Navy warships, each capable of carrying eight hundred men, stood lined up side by side.

Inside, every Prison Guard had been deployed. A guard armed with a rifle stood watch every few meters.

The Jailer Beasts and Chief Wardens led teams of Prison Guards on constant patrol, and the oppressive atmosphere was nearly suffocating.

Level 6, "Infinite Hell."

"Roger! Roger! Tell me why you were captured! Tell me—!"

Roars of fury rang out without end.

Ever since "Golden Lion" Shiki had awakened from his coma and sensed the presence of his "old friend," he had fallen into an extreme state of emotion, constantly roaring out questions.

Yet no matter how he shouted or asked,

Roger gave no response.

He merely sat there quietly, head lowered as he recalled and contemplated the past.

Until another old friend appeared outside his Cell.

"Is it time, Garp?"

Roger raised his head, his sharp gaze meeting the other man's.

Garp nodded. "It's time to leave. The destination is Marine Headquarters."

Hearing this, Roger's brow furrowed slightly before quickly relaxing again.

"What about Rouge? How is she?"

"She's doing well. She's living with Tsuru now. Once your child is born, he'll attend school normally in Marineford and become an outstanding Marine."

Garp paused before continuing, "It's just that he won't know who his father is."

"I see. Becoming a Marine?"

"Not bad. Still, you people—the Navy, or rather, the World Government—are unexpectedly merciful."

Roger grinned.

"Yeah, I find it strange too, but those people did well this time," Garp said.

"Then I'll leave them to you, Garp. Let him follow you from now on."

Roger could only entrust his wife to Garp now.

Garp frowned.

But when he saw the plea in Roger's eyes, he ultimately could not bear to refuse.

"Don't worry. I Am Here!"

After all, they had been rivals for a lifetime.

Meanwhile, Shiki's shouting continued, but neither of the two men paid him any attention until they left "Infinite Hell."

Not long after, the fleet escorting Roger sailed out of the Calm Belt.

Once the Gates of Justice slowly opened, they followed the correct current through the massive whirlpool and returned at high speed to the waters outside Marineford's harbor.

Garp stood on the warship's deck and looked toward the plaza inside the harbor.

A sea of black filled his vision.

It was a formation composed of tens of thousands of Navy officers and Marine Headquarters soldiers.

Before them, directly in front of Justice Fortress,

a tall Execution Platform had already been prepared, with several Visual Den Den Mushi aimed at it from afar.

Everything was ready.

The warship docked at the harbor, and Garp personally led the handcuffed Roger ashore.

Roger would have to walk the rest of the way himself.

Roger did not look at Garp again. Instead, he raised his head and glanced at the blazing sun overhead.

Then he broke into a brilliant smile, looking quite satisfied with the weather.

[Step, step, step]

The Navy formation had parted to create a broad, straight path.

It led directly to the Execution Platform at the other end.

Sengoku, standing on the platform as a Navy Admiral, watched as Roger approached step by step, together with every Marine present and the countless people watching the broadcast.

At that moment, aside from the sound of leather boots striking the ground, only the waves splashing against the harbor and warships could be heard.

Oh, and the cries of seagulls flying in flocks.

No one counted how long it took Roger to walk that path.

Everyone waited in silence, watching him climb the tall Execution Platform step by step before finally sitting cross-legged beside Sengoku.

"What a fine view!"

Roger smiled as he looked down at the dark mass of Marines below.

"Still, it would've been better if you had executed Shiki alongside me. At least I'd have company on the road to the Underworld. I think he has a lot he wants to ask me."

Sengoku replied in a deep voice, "Today's protagonist is you, One Piece Gol D. Roger!"

There were still around thirty minutes until eleven o'clock at noon.

So he did not mind chatting with Roger for a while.

"I carefully thought it over in prison these past few days. I'm certain there were no World Government people on that island."

Roger looked at Sengoku as he spoke.

His Observation Haki possessed the special ability known as the Voice of All Things.

So if there had truly been any intelligence agents on the island, they could never have escaped his senses.

Then how had the World Government learned about Baterilla Island?

Sengoku had naturally considered that as well. Though his expression remained calm,

he unconsciously began wondering whether the World Government possessed some unknown means of surveillance.

For a time, both men fell silent and let time pass quietly.

At 10:55, two executioners carrying long spears stepped onto the platform.

Sengoku had already descended from the platform and stood below, looking up at Roger just like the other Marines.

This was the only respect they could offer the One Piece.

Five minutes later.

Far away in the Room of Authority within the Holy Land Mary Geoise, the Five Elders sat on sofas and watched with their own eyes as two sharp spears pierced Roger's chest. Crimson blood flowed out, forming a pool beneath him.

One Piece, Gol D. Roger, was dead!

At that moment, the entire sea seemed to fall silent as everyone stared fixedly at Roger's corpse.

The next moment, citizens across the world erupted into ecstatic cheers.

In their excitement, they threw their hats, newspapers, and even Beli into the air, celebrating the punishment of the world's greatest pirate.

"Worororo, let's go. From now on, it's my era!"

On a deserted island somewhere in the New World,

Kaido, who had already formed the Beasts Pirates, rose to his feet with a jug of liquor in hand and strode off the island laughing.

King followed closely behind, then Queen, along with around twenty Zoan Devil Fruit users.

In the Totto Land Kingdom, on Whole Cake Island.

"Mama, the next One Piece will be me! But I won't be stupid enough to disband my pirate crew, much less foolish enough to storm Marine Headquarters alone!"

Charlotte Linlin, still relatively slender but gradually putting on weight, widened her eyes.

She looked at Perospero, Katakuri, and her other children and laughed heartily.

"Celebrate! We have to celebrate! Bring me the cream cake!"

Within the Moon Chamber.

Imu naturally witnessed the end of a generation's One Piece as well.

He was in an exceptionally good mood and even drank two extra glasses of delicious, sweet red wine.

Thanks to his advance precautions,

Roger had failed to utter those earth-shaking words before his death.

That was absolutely wonderful!

"With that, the so-called Great Pirate Era should be gone. The situation ahead will certainly be far more stable than in the original timeline."

Readers who made it this far, please leave more comments. Playing solo is honestly pretty boring.