Naruto's Trash Station

It could be said that Ace's hatred had kept piling up ever since he was young. The fact that Ace had not become a madman by now could only be attributed to Garp's thick nerves. Anyone even slightly more extreme would have long since gone insane under such hatred.

At that moment, Ace raised his head. His bloodshot eyes gleamed with killing intent. "I have never felt even the slightest fondness for Roger. Although he gave me life, I would rather never have been born. My hatred for Roger is deeper than the sea. When I set sail from Foosha Village, I made four vows.

First: I would inherit Uncle Kalpo's swordsmanship and become the World's Greatest Swordsman. Second: I would inherit Teacher Golden Lion's final wish, surpass Roger, and accomplish something even greater than Roger! Third: this is my own wish. I hope to find a way to revive my mother and fulfill my duty as a son. Fourth: this is also my wish. I hope to find a way to revive Roger, then defeat him with my own hands and kill him with my own hands!"

His chilling words swept through the palace with cold killing intent. Ace looked somewhat ferocious, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with madness. Marco and Jozu were stunned. They had never imagined that Ace had such a wish.

Whitebeard, on the other hand, showed understanding, as if he had long known Ace would harbor such a wish. He sighed and muttered inwardly, Roger... you were fortunate, yet unfortunate. Fortunate because you fulfilled your wish to overturn the world. Unfortunate because you never understood a father's responsibility. We were friends, yet you believed the world was far more important than family, while I believed family was far more important than the world. Heh...