Meanwhile, on the deck of the reconnaissance ship, Gern unconsciously stroked the hilt of black blade eight desolations, his gaze fixed on the distant battlefield.
“Something’s not right…” he suddenly murmured in a low voice.
“Oh ho?” Kizaru leaned lazily against the mast, a recording Den Den Mushi in his hand, “What’s not right?”
Gern didn’t answer, instead looking up at the sky.
It was crystal clear, without a single cloud, only the air above the distant battlefield was distorted by the collision of Haki.
Then he looked down at the sea on his side.
It was as calm as a mirror, with only tiny ripples occasionally stirred up by the aftermath of the battle.
“The weather…” Gern’s brow furrowed deeper, “It’s too quiet.”
“Quiet?” Kizaru followed his gaze, looking around, and shrugged.
“Isn’t this good? At least we won’t get wet.”
Gern’s pupils contracted slightly, and images of the Edwal Sea Battle, known from comics and anime in his past life’s memories, flashed through his mind.
At that time, before the two sides began fighting, there were already strong winds and heavy rain, and turbulent waves, followed by the super tsunami that changed the course of history.
“No… completely wrong…” Gern’s voice became lower and lower, almost as if he was talking to himself.
“According to ‘history,’ it should have already…”
On the distant battlefield, Roger was once again forced back by Golden Lion, and the deck of the Oro Jackson was already covered with injured crew members.
Rayleigh’s golden hair was matted to his face with blood, and Jabba’s twin axes showed obvious cracks.
Even Bullet was panting, blood constantly seeping from his wounds.
“The Roger Pirates… are really going to lose.” Gern’s breathing became rapid.
If it weren’t for the sudden storm and tsunami, the Roger Pirates would have been severely damaged or even annihilated here today.
In that case, history would be completely changed—there would be no Pirate King, no One Piece, and certainly no Great Pirate Era.
“Hey, hey, Gern? You’ve been looking strange since just now!” Kizaru noticed his abnormality, his eyes behind his sunglasses narrowed slightly, and the recording Den Den Mushi in his hand silently closed.
“You’re not thinking of something dangerous again, are you?”
Gern suddenly turned to Kizaru, his eyes flashing with complex light: “Borsalino-senpai, if…
I mean if the Roger Pirates were annihilated here today, what do you think the world would become?”
Kizaru was stunned for a moment, then showed a thoughtful expression: “Hmm… Whitebeard doesn’t have great ambitions, if the Roger Pirates lose,
Golden Lion will be unstoppable, and the balance of the New World will be completely broken.
Of course, there’s an even more serious possibility… just like what you said in the meeting room before.
Roger might choose to surrender or be killed to let his comrades survive, and everything of the Roger Pirates would be taken over by Golden Lion.”
“But if that happens, it would be too terrifying.” He paused.
“Because the Marine might have to face an unprecedentedly powerful enemy.”
“Not only that.” Gern’s voice was terrifyingly low.
“Golden Lion will find those Ancient Weapons, and he will try to expand his ambition to rule the entire world…”
Kizaru’s brows furrowed for the first time: “What weapons? What are you talking about? Since just now…”
“So…” Gern took a deep breath, his gaze returning to the battlefield.
“I’m wondering, where did that storm and tsunami that changed everything go?”
The moment his voice fell, a strange feeling suddenly surged into his heart.
Gern suddenly looked down at his hands, the black blade eight desolations wrapped in white cloth was trembling slightly.
The patterns on the blade seemed to come alive, shimmering with faint light.
“This is…” At this moment, an absurd idea suddenly entered Gern’s mind.
Could it be that the tsunami that changed history was caused by me…
“No, impossible…” Gern subconsciously shook his head, but his thoughts spread uncontrollably.
But now, in this world line where he is currently,
Isn’t he the only one who has the ability to cause large-scale tsunamis in this Edwal Sea Battle?
“Hey, Gern!” Kizaru’s voice suddenly became serious, “What on earth are you thinking?”
Gern looked up, his eyes already incredibly clear, and the corner of his mouth curved up, “Senpai, you say… shouldn’t we do something?”
Kizaru’s sunglasses slid to the tip of his nose, revealing his shocked eyes: “Hey, hey, hey, you’re not thinking of…”,
“I’m just thinking…” Gern slowly stood up, the trembling of black blade eight desolations becoming more intense.
“If fate needs a push, why can’t it be us?
And an unknown future, and a future that is fundamentally greatly changed, is not what I want!”
On the distant battlefield, Roger was once again repelled by Golden Lion, the mast of the Oro Jackson was already broken, and the ship began to tilt.
Rayleigh knelt on one knee, his long sword supporting his body, blood constantly overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
Jabba was besieged by three cadres, his stamina beginning to fail.
Shanks and Buggy stood back to back by the ship’s rail, their eyes full of unwillingness.
The Roger Pirates were clearly in decline!! Overthrow was only a matter of time.
“Gern!” Kizaru grabbed his shoulder, “Are you crazy? Those are two legendary pirate crews! Our orders are only to observe!”
“I know.” Gern gently broke free from Kizaru’s hand, “But some things are more important than orders.”
“Besides, I haven’t made a move.” He raised black blade eight desolations, the tip of the blade pointing towards the distant battlefield.
“Borsalino-senpai, you say… can a ‘natural disaster’ that suddenly appears in this vast sea change the tide of the battle?”
Kizaru’s pupils suddenly contracted: “You mean?!!?”
“I just think…” Gern’s mouth curved slightly, “This sea is too quiet.
Let’s have a massive tsunami that catches them all in one go!! Maybe we can both catch (to deal with Kizaru’s words).”
Before he finished speaking, Gern had already leaped up, black blade eight desolations held high above his head.
The white cloth on the blade disintegrated without wind, and the high-frequency vibrating particles wrapped around it began to gather frantically.
“Wait! Gern!” Kizaru’s shout was swallowed by the sea wind.
“Heaven Quake · Sea God’s Wrath!!!”
High-frequency vibrating particles shot into the sky, the vibration affecting water vapor molecules, beginning to manipulate atmospheric vibrations.
Directly forming a giant vortex at an altitude of ten thousand meters, bringing down dense lightning, covering the entire battlefield.
Immediately after, black blade eight desolations was suddenly slashed down, the moment the blade touched the sea surface— “Boom!!!!”
A terrifying shockwave with a diameter of a thousand meters spread in a ring, the calm sea surface instantly caved in as if struck by an invisible giant hammer!
Immediately after, towering giant waves swept outwards from the epicenter, the wave crests getting higher and higher.
Finally forming a super tsunami several thousand meters high, rushing towards the battlefield!
“Crazy…” Kizaru stood on the violently shaking reconnaissance ship, staring dumbfounded at this scene.
“You kid is really arrogant…”
Wherever the tsunami passed, the seawater was forcibly torn apart, and the exposed seabed was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
On the distant battlefield, the exhausted warring parties simultaneously felt this unusual vibration.
“What’s going on?!” Golden Lion suddenly turned his head, his pupils reflecting the thousand-meter giant wave that blotted out the sky.
Roger also stopped his offensive, the Haki on Ace slightly receding: “This is…”
“Tsunami! It’s a tsunami!” The Flying Sky Pirates’ lookout screamed, “All hands on deck!”
But it was too late, the giant wave rushed into the battlefield with overwhelming force, smaller ships were instantly swallowed, and even Golden Lion’s flagship was violently tossed!
“Poison Snake!!” Golden Lion roared, trying to control the ship to ascend, but the scale of the tsunami far exceeded his imagination.
“Shiki!” Roger seized this opportunity, the Haki on Ace surged again, “It seems even heaven is helping me!”
“Bastard!!!” Golden Lion hastily turned to block, but was sent flying by this slash, crashing heavily against the ship’s rail.
The tsunami completely disrupted the formation of the Flying Sky Pirates, and the originally tight encirclement was forcibly torn open.
“Rayleigh! Jabba!” Roger seized this opportunity, shouting loudly, “Prepare to break through!”
The Oro Jackson, riding the aftershocks of the tsunami, sped towards the gap like an arrow released from a bowstring!
“No! Stop them!” Golden Lion struggled to stand up, but another wave of giant waves struck.
Drowning his orders in the surging waves, and an ultimate ship’s rudder fell from the sky.
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On the reconnaissance ship, Kizaru looked at the chaotic battlefield in the distance, then at the panting Gern beside him, his expression extremely complex.
“You…” He opened his mouth, but didn’t know what to say.
Gern put away black blade eight desolations, a slight smile on his lips: “History has returned to its rightful track.”
The tsunami gradually subsided, dark clouds had gathered at some point, and large raindrops began to fall.
The storm had finally arrived.
【Idle Fish's message: The development of history has its inherent inevitability.
Although Gern’s appearance will cause a butterfly effect, Roger, as a key driver of the pirate world line,
His historical position will prompt the world line to self-correct and adjust.
What is worth pondering is that Gern, the original “external variable,” has now been absorbed by the world line.
Therefore, at this decisive historical turning point, he is transforming from a casually intruding butterfly into a core driving force that stirs up the giant waves of the era.
(For example, becoming the most important ‘tsunami’ pusher at this historical crossroads.
At the same time, it means that all future actions caused by Gern that change the future will be accepted by the world line.)
Become the era, create the era.