A Seventy-Year-Old Man in One Piece, Ready to Retire

Marine Era 1460.

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On a slightly worn-out large ship.

"Kid, why do you want to join my crew?"

An old man with white hair and a beard poured wine from a gourd into his mouth, looking at the young man before him with drunken eyes.

"Because I want to become the overlord who dominates this sea, I want to change this unfair world, I want everyone to be free, and for that, I need power!"

His messy black hair fluttered in the wind, his voice fervent, his eyes shining, filled with unwavering spirit.

"Pfft hahahaha!!!"

Hearing the boy's naive answer, the old man couldn't help but burst into laughter, tears almost streaming from his eyes.

So similar!

Just like when he first transmigrated into this world.

From the initial ambition.

To going with the flow later on.

And now, he was even preparing to retire.

And this world, how was it when he arrived?

How was it when he was preparing to leave?

That's right.

Many would think the young man before him was the protagonist, and even Mongge himself didn't believe he still had the qualifications to be the protagonist.

Because he was old.

Seventy years had passed since he transmigrated.

No system, no cheat.

Relying solely on his limited understanding of this world, Mongge had done his best to leave the North Blue, break into the Grand Line, and reach the New World.

But he was too early.

Just like how the future Pirate King Gol D. Roger arrived at Laugh Tale only to find he was twenty years too early.

Mongge was a hundred years too early!

On this sea, there were no Four Emperors yet, no Seven Warlords of the Sea.

There were only the Marines and the World Government.

Their tentacles reached everywhere, their shadows cast over the entire world.

There were pirates, and many of them.

But there was no leader who could subdue everyone, who could confront the Marines and the World Government.

This was a stagnant world.

Even though Mongge was a well-known Great Pirate, a thorn in the side of the Marines, he was still insignificant compared to the entire world.

He was tired.

"Go away."

Mongge waved his hand.

"I'm not planning to sail anymore. Since I'm in a good mood, hurry up and scram."

He had dismissed his crew a week ago, planning to find a place to sink his ship and live out his remaining days with the little money he had left.

Who knew this kid would sneak aboard when the ship docked last time.

Damn it.

Was his Observation Haki no longer effective because he was old?

This only strengthened Mongge's resolve to retire.

He didn't want to be captured by some rookie Marine soldier in a few years when he could no longer fight, that would be a laughingstock.

"No!"

Unexpectedly, when he said this, the boy with the wild hairstyle became anxious.

"You must take me!"

"Or else?"

Mongge raised an eyebrow, looking at the boy before him with amusement.

"Then I'll challenge you!"

The boy's eyes were resolute, but his words made Mongge burst into laughter.

"Puhahahaha~"

Moger felt that it wasn't bad to encounter such fun right before retirement.

Although he was old.

He wasn't so old that he couldn't even use basic Haki like Whitebeard would later.

Let alone fighting a kid who knew nothing.

Even a hundred, or a thousand of them, would be no match for Moger.

However, what Moger didn't expect was--

Just as he was about to mock the young man before him a few more times, a ding sounded in his mind.

A semi-transparent panel appeared before his eyes.

[At eighteen years old, you have transmigrated to the pirate world and spent eighteen years here. Through a series of exercises, you have finally mastered the Six Powers' Soru!]

[Deeply feeling that strength can only improve through battle, you have finally decided to set sail.]

[You have become a pirate!]

Cough, cough~

Moger, who was drinking, almost choked when he saw the lines of text before him.

What eighteen years old?

In another ten years, he'd be eighty!

Golden Finger!

This illusory panel that appeared before him was undoubtedly the beginner's gift he had always longed for.

But he was already seventy years old!

It came now, not too early, not too late.

Why didn't it come a few years later, when he was already in the ground?

However, the text before him continued to appear.

[Marine Era 1480, March 31st. This is your first day as a pirate.]

[Unfortunately, as soon as you debuted as a pirate, you encountered the current maritime Overlord of the pirate world--Rocks D. Gibek.]

[What you need to do now is to find a way to survive in his hands!]

Who?

Moger was stunned.

It was Marine Era 1460 right now!

Had he transmigrated again?

Moger, who was originally tipsy and planning to watch the fun of this idiotic system, suddenly sobered up.

Don't be fooled by Moger's current appearance as a drunken bum.

He was still one of the most famous pirates on this sea until a week ago.

White Wolf Moger!

This was a reputation Moger had built over fifty years.

Moger's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hey, kid, what's your name?"

Rocks, who had initially thought Moger was just a drunken bum, had already decided to defeat Moger and take this large ship for himself.

Since Moger was unwilling to set sail.

He would let Moger have the ship and set sail himself!

However, just as Rocks was about to make a move, he found that Moger's aura had changed. He transformed from a decrepit old man into a ferocious wolf.

And not just any wolf, but a wolf king!

"Rocks!"

But facing Moger's pressure, Rocks didn't want to admit defeat at all.

He gritted his teeth and said loudly, "My name is Rocks D. Gibek. Unlike you old geezers who are just waiting to die, I am destined to become the Overlord of the Sea!"

"Puhahahaha----"

Hearing Rocks' words, Moger burst into laughter as if he had heard something incredibly funny.

Just as Rocks thought Moger was about to make a move.

Moger's imposing aura suddenly relaxed.

"Good!"

Moger slapped his thigh.

"Since you want to join my fleet, I'll grant your wish!"

"Come here."

"W-what for?"

Mongge's drastically changing attitude left Rocks baffled. He eyed Mongge warily, his right hand instinctively sliding down to touch the small knife behind him.

"Don't try any funny business. If I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't get a chance to draw your blade."

Mongge waved his hand. Right now, he just wanted to confirm one thing.

Recalling the aura Mongge had exuded earlier, Rocks reluctantly moved closer. The reluctance on his face almost made Mongge laugh.

"Come closer, come closer."

The instant Rocks got near, Mongge suddenly raised his hand.

Slap!

Rocks collapsed onto the ground, unmoving.

At the same time.

[Ding~ Congratulations on defeating the Sea Overlord, Rocks D. Xebec!]

Looking at the line of text that appeared on the panel.

Mongge's body trembled.

This is actually happening!?