"Seriously, Roger, is something wrong with your head? Why would you turn yourself in when you're doing perfectly fine?" In Lind's private reception room, Lind questioned Roger, his face full of bewilderment.
In the original story, Roger had already been terminally ill, so turning himself in to usher in the Great Pirate Era had been understandable.
But in this world, although Roger's terminal illness had not been completely cured, Oran Island's medical technology had essentially allowed him to live about as long as an ordinary person.
Roger also knew how outrageous his words sounded, so he had specifically asked Lind to find a room where the two of them could discuss this alone.
"This is my mission. I have reasons that leave me no choice," Roger said solemnly.
"Heh. Are you also planning to kick off some Great Pirate Era and guide the future chosen one out to sea?" Lind sneered mockingly at Roger's words.
"Come on, take a look at how famous you actually are. That Pirate King title of yours just sounds impressive, and you've been out of the picture for so many years that the buzz has long since died down. How much impact could you possibly have even if you died?" Lind continued.
"Don't think too highly of yourself. The world will keep turning without you. Even if you don't give things a push, Nika will still appear when the time comes."
"In fact, rather than believing in a prophecy of questionable reliability, you'd be better off trusting your own strength. If you really don't want to live anymore, don't turn yourself in. Just charge into Mary Geoise, beat up the Five Elders, and sound out what trump cards the Celestial Dragons have for us."
Lind stared at Roger's face as he spoke with a chuckle,