As he watched the flaming spear inch closer to his head, Blackbeard knew it was all over. He had no chance left!
Perhaps because he was about to die, Blackbeard's perception gradually stretched out. In that moment, he became certain of one thing: your life really did flash before your eyes.
He remembered joining the Whitebeard Pirates twenty years ago. He still remembered how he had felt then-nothing particularly special, just the joy of accomplishing a small goal.
Scene after scene from his twenty years aboard the ship now surfaced before Blackbeard's eyes.
He remembered the night he had seen the Dark-Dark Fruit in Thatch's hands. It had been an agonizing night, because he had finally found what he had searched so desperately for, but unfortunately, it did not belong to him.
Blackbeard had known clearly that this was his only chance, and that once he took that step, there would be no turning back. But for the sake of his twenty-odd years of effort, he had to make a choice. Even now, he did not regret the choice he had made back then. He just had a few regrets, perhaps.
Perhaps if he had known how things would turn out today, he might have chosen another path...
He suddenly wanted to call out "Pops" one more time, but it was already too late. He felt something pierce his head. It was scorching hot, and his brains were about to boil. Those were Blackbeard's final thoughts...
The flaming spear pierced Blackbeard's skull without resistance. Under Ace's control, it did not explode, but simply went out.
Then Blackbeard's lifeless, powerless body fell onto the deck. With that, a terrifying, treacherous villain was dead.
At the sound of the body hitting the deck, Whitebeard shuddered violently. He instinctively wanted to turn and