One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 39: Imprints of Time and Space, An Exchange Between Two Eras!

Chen Ye and Marco were like groundhogs struck by lightning, frozen in place, their worldviews undergoing reconstruction after a magnitude 12 earthquake.

Want to try what it feels like to fight yourself?

Just for such an absurd reason?

These two guys... these two strongest men in the world actually used an island as a testing ground, and fought so fiercely that the heavens and earth collapsed!

The two identical white-bearded men, who were the instigators but belonged to different eras, were completely oblivious to the whole affair.

They exchanged a glance, as if seeing in each other's eyes their own incurable, kingly willfulness, and then...

"Guralalalalala!"

"Guralalalalala!"

Two loud, unrestrained, and deafening laughs rang out again in unison, intertwining and turning into rolling sound waves that shattered the last few stubborn rocks on the shore.

The elderly white-bearded man laughed so hard he clutched his aching back, gasping for breath, but his face was filled with unbridled joy.

"Hey, my younger self."

He panted, picked up the gourd and took another big gulp, looking at his own boundless energy across from him with a hint of mockery.

"Would you like to know... what interesting things happened in the future?"

"For example, the fate of that bastard Roger, or... the final end of our formidable enemies!"

This question made Marco, who was standing nearby, immediately perk up his ears and even hold his breath for a moment.

However, at his peak, Whitebeard merely curled his lip in disdain.

He drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"Hmph, not interested."

He slammed the gourd down heavily on the ground with a dull thud, his eyes burning with an arrogant and domineering spirit.

"The future is meant to be created and experienced firsthand, not just heard about!"

"If you know the outcome beforehand, what's the point of the process?!"

"Whether it's glory or death, I want to see it with my own eyes and experience it with my own hands!"

These words were filled with Edward Newgate's unique domineering and confident style.

The elderly white-bearded man, far from being angry, smiled nostalgically and nodded.

"Gurararara... That's right, that's me."

The white-bearded man at his peak scrutinized him, a complex emotion flashing in his golden pupils.

"Old man, do you regret it?"

He pointed to the hideous scars on the elderly white-bearded man's body and his body tormented by illness.

"For those so-called battles, for those so-called families, I've turned myself into this wretched state where I can barely stand up straight."

This question instantly caused the atmosphere to become tense.

Marco's heart clenched, and he looked nervously at his father.

Chen Ye also stopped thinking; he was equally curious about the answer to this question.

The elderly white-bearded man was silent for a moment. He looked down at his frail body and scarred arms, then looked up to meet the gaze of his younger self.

There was no trace of regret on his face; instead, he wore a calm and proud expression that suggested he had seen through everything.

Instead of answering directly, he asked a question in return.

"You and I are the same person."

"Will you... regret it?"

Peak Whitebeard was taken aback by what he heard, then he grinned, revealing the smile beneath his signature crescent-shaped beard.

"Guralalalalala!"

"Of course not!"

"Guralalalalala!"

The kings of two eras were the same person, and they once again burst into perfectly synchronized laughter.

One question, one rhetorical question, already contains all the answers.

Edward Newgate never regrets his choices!

As the laughter subsided, the atmosphere shifted from the absurdity and boldness of the moment to a tacit understanding and solemnity that transcended time and space.

The elderly white-bearded man put down his gourd of wine, his expression turning serious.

"Alright, young me, that's enough of the jokes."

"We have traveled across the river of time to ask for your help."

Peak Whitebeard raised an eyebrow, watching them with great interest.

The fact that my future self, with her two sons, risked a time warp to come back and ask for help speaks volumes about the seriousness of the matter.

"Speak," he said succinctly.

Chen Ye took a deep breath, stepped forward, and, in place of the elderly white-bearded man, briefly recounted the ins and outs of the matter.

From Ace's pursuit of Blackbeard, to his defeat, and then to the news of his public execution by the Navy...

When Chenye uttered the name "Portgas D. Ace," the expression on the peak-form white-bearded man's face didn't change much; only his eyes flickered slightly.

But when he heard that Ace had been captured by the Navy and was about to be publicly executed at Marineford...

boom!!!

An indescribable, terrifying killing intent, like an ancient beast awakening, erupted from the body of the peak-form white-bearded man!

The air along the entire coast seemed to be sucked out and solidified into blocks of iron in that instant!

Marco and Chenye felt as if an invisible mountain had suddenly pressed down on the depths of their souls, making it incredibly difficult to breathe, and their bodies almost uncontrollably collapsed to their knees.

The white-bearded man at his peak slowly stood up, his mountain-like body casting a huge shadow, his golden pupils now transformed into vortexes of icy killing intent.

"navy……"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice low and menacing like a whisper from hell, yet it contained a fury powerful enough to make the world tremble.

"How dare you!"

"How dare you touch my son!"

At this moment, he was no longer the willful king who fought with himself, but the emperor who reigned over this sea! The white-bearded man who valued "family" more than his own life!

The elderly white-bearded man looked at him and nodded with satisfaction.

Very well, this anger that is willing to stand against the world for the sake of family has never diminished in the slightest with the passage of time.

The white-bearded man turned his head, his eyes burning with rage as he stared intently at Chen Ye.

"No need to say more!"

He made his decision without hesitation, his domineering attitude leaving no room for argument.

"Saving one's own son is a matter of course!"

"Tell me, how do you want me to get there!"

coming!

Chen Ye was overjoyed!

The most crucial part of the plan has been completed!

He suppressed his excitement and immediately asked the system a question in his mind.

"System! Given the current situation, how can we bring our young father into our era?"

[Ding! Detected that the host possesses a summoning illustration with 100% resolution—'SSR·Peak Whitebeard'!]

[For targets that have been fully analyzed, the host can apply a 'space-time imprint' to them!]

【'Time-Space Imprint': A coordinate marker that transcends the dimension of time. Once successfully applied, regardless of the host's location or time, energy can be consumed to summon the marked target at that specific point!】

[Note: The summoning duration is directly proportional to the energy consumed!]

perfect!

This capability is practically tailor-made for the current situation!

Chen Ye could no longer hide the joy in his eyes. He stepped forward and stood in front of the imposing, white-bearded man.

"Dad, please put your arm out."

Although the peak-form Whitebeard was puzzled, he still extended his enormous arm, capable of crushing steel, out of trust in his future self.

Chen Ye took a deep breath and gently placed his palm on the biceps of the peak-blown white-bearded man.

"System, apply 'Spacetime Imprint'!"

Om-!

In an instant, an incomparably dazzling golden light burst forth from Chen Ye's palm!

Countless complex, ancient runes, exuding the aura of time, surged forth from his palm as if they were alive, quickly forming a mysterious circular mark on the arm of the peak white-bearded man.

At the center of the mark is the iconic skull of the Whitebeard Pirates!

The golden light flashed and disappeared in an instant, and the complex mark vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

But the white-bearded man at his peak could clearly feel that deep within his soul, there seemed to be a faint, mysterious connection with the young man before him.

Chen Ye slowly withdrew his hand, a confident smile appearing on his face.

He looked up at the legendary emperor of the sea and spoke with absolute certainty.

"Alright, Dad."

"You don't need to worry about anything!"

Just wait to be summoned by me!