"Your era?"
Garp clutched his stomach and laughed.
He had heard far too many people boast in his lifetime. Every one of them believed the era belonged to them.
In the end, they all fell without exception.
What did it matter if he was supposedly unbeatable? Even if Shane had forged his arms into Black Blades, surpassing Garp's iron fists.
His arsenal could be called the finest among the world's Rokushiki Style masters today.
But that could never strike fear into Garp's heart. A true powerhouse had to stay rational no matter what opponent he faced.
Unbeatable? Invincible? What nonsense!
Even if he found himself in God Valley once more, Garp would face the challenge head-on.
"There's no one to team up with this time! That Roger always complained about me, hahahaha!"
"But when did I ever like that reputation? It was nothing but a charge forced on me."
"This world is a complete mess. If it could be changed, I, Garp, would gladly be the first to die."
"But how do you break world rules that have been entrenched for hundreds of years? Must countless lives be lost?"
Some of the confusion in Garp's eyes faded.
In truth, he was deceiving himself.
If he did not say that, every scene from God Valley would surface in his mind.
Overturning the table meant accepting the possibility of countless deaths, without even a guarantee of success.
Garp was someone who, when left with no choice, would only go to the East Blue to purge evil.
Could he really not see everything the Five Elders were doing?
One Garp could make the East Blue the Weakest Sea. There were also the Three Admirals, the Fleet Admiral at Headquarters, one Elite Vice Admiral after another, and the powerful military forces of the Reverie's