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"Dad! Bad news—the Navy is planning to publicly execute Ace at Marine Headquarters!!"
"That old dog Sengoku… he's plotting something!"
"We can't just sit here. We have to march on Marineford and rescue him!"
"Yeah! Save Ace!!"
The deck of the Moby Dick erupted with voices, the captains of the Whitebeard Pirates seething with rage.
Moments earlier they had read the newest paper. The Navy had declared to the world: Ace would be executed at Marine Headquarters.
Anyone with half a brain could see it for what it was;bait.
Everyone knew how much Whitebeard cherished his sons.
And now, with the Navy promising to broadcast Ace's death across the world, the trap could not be more obvious.
If Whitebeard ignored it, his name would never again command respect.
If he went… he would be walking straight into their jaws.
The air grew tense. Then—
RUMBLE.
The heavens split with thunder.
[Ding! Parallel World Exposure Livestream has begun!]
[Ding! Viewing Chatroom opening, drawing in participants…]
A mechanical voice echoed directly inside their minds.
BOOM!!
The world shuddered as though struck by a falling star.
A colossal screen unfurled across the sky, vast and blinding, like the gaze of a god staring down upon the seas.
On the Moby Dick, Whitebeard's eyes narrowed, shock flashing across his face. His heart pounded at the sight.
Something this enormous had simply appeared in the sky.
Even the will of a Yonko wavered.
"What the hell is that?!" one pirate cried. "I swear I just heard a voice inside my head!"
"Same here! It mentioned something about… a parallel world."
Bista spoke up, repeating word for word: "It said, 'Parallel World Exposure Livestream opening. Viewing Chatroom opening. Participants are being drawn in.'"
Whitebeard's gaze swept over his crew. "So, you all heard it too?"
"Yes!"
"At first I thought it was an illusion."
"But it wasn't, we all heard the same thing!"
Whitebeard's expression hardened. "Then let's see who's behind this."
He drove his massive bisento into the deck, clenched his right fist, and let the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit surge.
"Airquake: Cloud Piercer!!"
He launched a shockwave skyward, a spear of raw destruction tearing through the air.
WHOOSH
It struck the massive screen…
And passed straight through without leaving a single ripple.
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At Marine Headquarters, Sengoku shot to his feet, eyes sharp.
"That voice just now?!"
Years of battle had trained his instincts well. His Observation Haki spread instantly, scouring for signs of an enemy. But he sensed nothing.
"Marshal, you heard it too?" Tsuru asked quickly.
Before Sengoku could answer, a startled cry came from the balcony. Garp, halfway through a mouthful of senbei, shouted, "What in blazes?! What's that thing in the sky!?"
Sengoku stormed outside, his breath caught.
The heavens blazed with the same golden words they had all heard moments ago.
This was no Devil Fruit trick. He could feel it in his bones.
"Contact every branch base immediately. I want confirmation in ten minutes, can they all see this? Did they hear the voice?"
Even in crisis, Sengoku's voice was calm, his orders sharp and precise.
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[Ding! Relevant participants have been drawn in. You may now speak freely in the chatroom. Messages will appear on the sky screen as scrolling text.]
[Those not selected may speak in the world channel.]
[During the viewing, random questions will appear. Chatroom members may answer.]
[Each question will reward three winners, chosen randomly among the correct answers.]
[Rewards include Devil Fruits, Haki packs, martial arts manuals, swordsmanship techniques, strengthening elixirs, extradimensional abilities, miraculous tools, resurrection crystals, and more~~~]
[Participate actively, and claim your prizes!]
The voice echoed in every mind as line after line of text scrolled across the shining heavens.
All across the seas, people froze.
A viewing?
Questions and answers?
Rewards?
Devil Fruits? Haki packs? Swordsmanship manuals?
…Wait.
Resurrection crystals???
Could it mean bringing the dead back to life?
The world fell silent, until a single voice broke through.
Gol D. Roger: "Chatroom? Anyone here?"