Wealth, fame, power.
The man who had once possessed everything in the world, the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, left behind words before his death that drove countless people to sea in search of adventure.
"Want my treasure? You can have it! Go find it! I left everything there!"
And so, the Great Pirate Era began.
Against the backdrop of that turbulent era, four emperors reigned over the Grand Line and built vast powers. Like lofty monarchs, they stood over the waters of the New World, feared and revered by all.
In the blink of an eye, nearly twenty years had passed.
At last, the world faced the Paramount War, a conflict of unprecedented scale that would shock everyone!
Yes, the world had named this war the Paramount War before it had even begun, for its outbreak was already inevitable.
"The largest war since the Great Pirate Era began!"
"Marine Headquarters at Marineford has gathered a hundred thousand elite troops, while the Whitebeard Pirates command the terrifying strength of no fewer than forty-three pirate crews!"
"No matter who wins or loses, this war will capture the attention of the entire world and shake it to its core!"
The bar buzzed with discussion.
Naturally, countless people were following an event of such unprecedented magnitude.
Pirates, civilians, and traveling merchants had all gathered there.
At Marineford.
Whoooosh!
Fierce winds swept through, sending the Marine flags atop countless flagpoles snapping wildly.
"Raaah!"
Loud roars rose one after another without pause.
The projection Den Den Mushi kept turning, broadcasting every corner of the battlefield to places across the world.
The scenes on the screens changed almost constantly.
Suddenly, the clamorous voices at Marineford fell silent.
"The Admirals!"
"The Admirals are here!"
Someone shouted excitedly.
In an instant, every gaze swung toward the three chairs