"Bastard!"
"Remember to get here quickly!"
Rocks watched the extreme storm in the sky without much fear.
Unless some legendary god showed up.
Otherwise, no matter how terrifying the extreme storm was, he would split it apart.
As Garp listened to the conversation between Houka and Rocks, he rapidly analyzed their relationship.
What did Houka mean by using Rocks as an experiment?
Had Rocks summoned these extreme storms?
Could these people who had appeared out of nowhere suffer some kind of aftermath or side effect from using Devil Fruit powers?
This intelligence was extremely important.
It might be a crucial means of driving Rocks and the young Whitebeard back where they came from.
After Rocks hung up, he directly drew his sword and unleashed a sky-cleaving slash. With one strike, he split open the heavens, forcibly tearing apart the storm and the pitch-black clouds.
"Rocks, what is the purpose of your appearance?"
Garp coughed up a mouthful of blood, trying to probe Rocks for more information.
"Of course, it's to kill Imu! To conquer this world!"
Rocks grinned as he slashed again and again at the extreme thunderstorm that kept gathering.
"Imu? Who is Imu?"
"Is that black shadow named Imu?"
Garp recalled the black shadow at God Valley. Back then, he, Rocks, Roger, Whitebeard, Big Mom, and Kaido—six of them—had failed to kill that black shadow.
Instead, Rocks had been forcibly controlled by it, undergoing a demonic mutation before launching indiscriminate attacks on everyone.
"You still don't know Imu exists?"
"Sure enough, without Houka, the great prophet, everything changed."
Rocks looked down on the ignorant old man Garp even more. This world could not compare to theirs at all.
In their world, they had beaten Imu into surrendering half the world.
Yet it seemed that nothing had happened in