Chapter 008: Serves You Right for Not Having a Son, Whitebeard!
"Whitebeard is dead?"
Roger was inexplicably stunned, sitting there dazed as if he didn't know what to do.
He remained motionless.
Liu Feng raised his hand to pat Roger's shoulder in comfort.
He understood just how deep the bonds were between the great figures of that magnificent era.
Pirate King Gol D. Roger, Whitebeard Edward Newgate, Marine Hero Monkey D. Garp, Golden Lion Shiki, Sengoku the Buddha...
In that journey swept by the tides of the era and the struggle for dominance over the sea, although these people regarded each other as mortal enemies and engaged in countless slaughters and bloody battles...
It was exactly through these fights that they came to know and affirm each other, proving a deep "revolutionary" friendship.
Enemies and friends; this was the best synonym for their relationship.
It could be said without exaggeration that these people understood each other better than they understood themselves.
It was precisely for this reason that Roger had the audacity to entrust his wife and son to his old rival, Garp, before his death without the slightest doubt.
The same applied to Whitebeard.
Back then, those two guys were close enough to call each other brothers, even drinking and bragging under the cherry blossom trees.
Roger had even wanted to reveal the location of Laugh Tale at the end of the New World to Whitebeard, only to be scornfully rejected by the latter.
Now that the news of Whitebeard's death had spread, even Roger must be filled with emotion... right?
Just as Liu Feng thought this, the scene that appeared the next moment made him want to collapse.
"Whitebeard is dead?"
Roger, who had been motionless as if suffering a massive blow, suddenly burst into incredibly cheerful laughter.
"Hahahahahahaha!!"
"—Died beautifully!!"
"—Died wonderfully!!"
Black lines formed over Liu Feng's head.
What kind of logic is this? Isn't this guy being too petty?
As if that wasn't satisfying enough, Roger threw his head back and swigged a mouthful of strong liquor, then waved his hands and danced in the air.
That gnashing of teeth looked as if he were singling out Whitebeard for a duel.
"Old bastard, you were pretending to be cool when you said you didn't want to know the location of Laugh Tale!?"
"I was about to die and felt kind, thinking you looked pleasing to the eye enough to tell you!"
"And you told me you only wanted a family!?"
Bang!!
Roger punched the air heavily, creating a violent sonic boom.
He looked as if he had suddenly realized something in hindsight, his teeth grinding loudly.
"So you were planning this since back then!!"
"Damn it, you were eyeing my son from the start!!"
Liu Feng watched dumbfounded from the side.
Bro, when you were drinking with him, you hadn't even impregnated Rouge yet. Old White wouldn't have known a short-lived ghost like you would have descendants.
Roger, however, didn't care and continued to mutter in "fury."
"Whitebeard, you bastard, if you want a son, go have one yourself!"
"Didn't that fat woman Charlotte Linlin have her eyes on you for a long time back then?"
"No, no, no, back then that fat woman wasn't fat; she was actually quite pretty..."
He shook his head.
"Right! I get it!"
Roger suddenly punched his own palm, as if a light bulb had dinged on beside his head.
"That guy Whitebeard definitely can't produce a son, that's why he goes all over the sea adopting sons!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"That must be it!!"
"I am simply too smart!! Hahahaha!!"
As if shocked by his own cleverness, Roger laughed heartily.
Beside him, a speechless Liu Feng lit another cigarette.
Although it sounded like there was some earth-shattering gossip, communicating with the mentally challenged Old Ro was truly too damn difficult.
He was starting to understand just how helpless and desperate the Straw Hat crew must feel dragging along a captain like Luffy, who was a total goofball.
"Liu Feng!!"
After a low roar, Roger's figure appeared in front of Liu Feng again, staring at the latter with burning eyes.
That little look was just too intense.
Liu Feng sighed and said:
"Speak, what request do you have now?"
Roger chuckled:
"That... can you resurrect one more person?"
Liu Feng asked:
"Who? Besides your son and your wife, and your parents, you don't seem to have any relatives who died, do you?"
Roger shook his head.
"No, no, no, I want you to help me resurrect Whitebeard!"
"Can't you obtain a power from the people you resurrect?"
He whispered conspiratorially:
"Let me tell you quietly, that bastard Whitebeard has the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, the strongest Paramecia type. I don't know exactly how strong it is, but he couldn't beat me anyway, so it's not that impressive!!"
"But he has Haki! You haven't mastered Armament Haki yet, right!"
"His Haki is not beneath mine!"
"His Conqueror's Haki isn't bad either; although it's a little bit worse than mine, it can still crush this sea."
"How about it? Do you want it?"
"Randomly draw any ability, combine it with my swordsmanship, and even Garp won't be able to handle it!"
Finally, Roger winked at Liu Feng.
Looking as if saying, "I got you, bro."
Looking at the cunning face of Pirate King Roger before him, Liu Feng, who had long since become numb to this, brazenly blew a puff of smoke into his face.
Seeing through everything, he spoke slowly:
"You're just unresigned; you want me to resurrect him just so you can give him a beating, right..."