Chapter 2: Revolutionary Forces: A Comparative Analysis

Sengoku: Whitebeard, you're supposed to be dead, right? Is it possible that it's Red-Haired Shanks?

Shanks: Hey, Sengoku, I'm not taking the fall for this. If I could bring people back to life, I'd have brought back Captain Roger ages ago.

After Shanks spoke, he sensed something off.

Captain Roger... Did he speak?

Marco: Dad, are you really alive?

Marco's voice shook with excitement.

Who knows what kind of life they've had these past two years?

Since their father's death, their territory was taken over by Kaido and Blackbeard, and they were even hunted down. Many of their old allies died.

Whitebeard: No, I'm still lingering in a state of nothingness and undeath. Maybe this chat room somehow dragged my soul back from the underworld.

Whitebeard felt quite pleased seeing Sengoku and the others panic. But when his son spoke, he didn't hold on anymore.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was immediately shocked.

Unexpectedly, both Roger and Whitebeard existed in an undead state.

This mysterious chat room being able to pull souls from the underworld is simply beyond belief.

But some people are also pleasantly surprised.

If souls can be pulled into the chat group from the underworld, does it mean the dead can be resurrected, too?

Suddenly, countless people were flooded with thoughts.

Roger: So you're dead too, Newgate.

Whitebeard: Hey, Roger, I kicked the bucket 20 years after you did.

Roger: Twenty years? It's been twenty years since I bit the dust. Did my last words set the world on fire?

Roger couldn't help but ask excitedly.

At the cost of his life, he seized the opportunity of his execution to ignite the flames of longing for the sea in everyone's hearts.

Rayleigh: There's no doubt you succeeded, Roger. Your words shook the world, and countless people set sail. The era after your death is known as the Great Pirate Era.

In the Shakky Tavern on the Sabaody Archipelago, Rayleigh laughed heartily with tears in his eyes.

He hadn't smiled so freely since the night he and Roger were last together over twenty years ago.

This conversation with his best friend after more than 20 years crossed the barrier between life and death, filling him with excitement.

Sengoku: Alright, let's cut the pirates' nostalgia and praise, Roger.

Akainu: The so-called Great Pirate Era is about to be crushed by justice. Whitebeard, one of the Four Emperors, is gone, and Roger's bloodline of evil has been wiped out. The Great Pirate Era? Absurd.

Whitebeard: That's ridiculous, magma punk.

Roger: The end? The will that's passed down through generations, the shifting tides of time, and the dreams people chase after—these can't just vanish or be erased.

Roger: Marine kid, give it a shot if you can.

Rayleigh: Go ahead, Akainu kid.

Copper Jabba: Give it a try, Akainu kid.

Douglas Bullet: It's really Captain Roger. I'll take a shot at Akainu myself.

Garp: It's been a while since I've heard that familiar voice. Are you up for a fight, older man?

Sengoku: We're still kicking, you bunch of undead pirates.

Golden Lion: What about the undead? When labour and capital are resurrected, the first one to reach Naval Headquarters will get Marineford as a prize.

Garp: Welcome back, Shiki. Last time, you cut off two legs and broke free from the seastone. Believe it or not, this time, I've got someone locking up your third leg with seastone too.

Garp's voice trailed off.

All the prisoners in the deep sea prison felt a chill run down their spines.

With hands and feet tied, some could still muster the resolve to cut them off, but if the bottom is tied, that's a whole other problem.

Golden Lion: Garp, you damn bastard!

The Golden Lion's undead form couldn't help but fume with anger.

Garp may look simple and honest, but his words are like poison.

Crane: Seriously, an old man still spouts things that tarnish the Marines' reputation.

Rocks: Well, well, this is quite the gathering. Didn't expect to run into so many familiar faces here.

The mention of Rocks sent a shiver through both pirates and Marines alike.

Roger, Whitebeard, and Garp all wore expressions indicating their dislike for trouble.

Meanwhile, Sengoku and the others were filled with dread.

Even though the legend of Rocks has faded from the world over time, those who know him understand just how formidable he is. He's regarded as an even greater threat to the world than Roger.

In Mariejois, the Five Elders knelt in deep thought, sensing something ominous.

With this chat room, both Roger and Rocks, who are privy to all the world's secrets, now pose a significant concern.

This chat room could potentially unveil the secrets they've kept hidden from the world, leaving them without any means of defence.

Yet, at the same time, they haven't spoken in the chat room. They've remained dormant.

And then there's the Revolutionary Army, the greatest enemy of the World Government.

At this moment, Dragon is pondering how the arrival of this chat room will change the world's situation.

Will it affect the Revolutionary Army's plans?

The ultimate conclusion is that it's advantageous for the Revolutionary Army.

The more chaotic the world becomes, the easier it will be for the Revolutionary Army to overthrow the World Government.

The chat room is buzzing with activity.

Legendary Pirates and Marines are engaged in heated arguments.

However, after a while, they strangely calm down.

It's because some of them are undead, some are living, but all of them are imprisoned by mysterious energy.

Their mouths are sealed shut.

In the end, it seems like some sort of agreement was reached.

Golden Lion: Wait for me to resurrect and seize Naval Headquarters.

Roger: Wait for me to come back to life. I'll take down that magma brat of a son.

Whitebeard: Wait for me to revive and return to my prime, then I'll face off against that magma brat once more.

The tension in the air has eased, and the smell of gunpowder is not as strong.

At that moment, a grand voice echoed in everyone's minds once again.

[Content loaded]

[Viewing item, the leader of the Revolutionary Army of the Two Worlds]

[Start watching]

They waited until the sound subsided.

The black screen in the sky started to flicker noticeably.

Soon after, a remarkably clear image appeared, resembling a holographic projection.

[A sunny mountaintop, grass covering the cliff, dense forest behind, a gentle breeze blowing, and seagulls soaring through the sky]

[Standing at the edge of the cliff is a strikingly handsome young man wearing a black cloak, his hair wild and unkempt.]

[Behind him stands a middle-aged man with white hair at his temples, possessing an unusually robust physique.]