White Night stood on the reef, a slight smile playing on his lips as he watched the old man who had just emerged from the instance.
"This is a good thing."
Garp was stunned.
White Night turned around, looking at the distant sea, his tone calm.
"So you won't see the person your Grandson least wants to become."
Garp's laughter abruptly stopped.
The expression on his face instantly froze, and a hint of unease flickered in his eyes.
"Least wants to become..."
He repeated the words, his voice deepening.
"What do you mean?"
White Night didn't answer immediately.
He just stood there quietly, the sea breeze rustling his clothes.
After a few seconds, he slowly spoke.
"Your Grandson will be a famous Great Pirate in the future."
Garp froze.
"Great Pirate?"
His voice was a little hoarse.
White Night nodded.
"The kind that's no less than Whitebeard."
Garp's face completely changed.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself unable to speak.
A Great Pirate no less than Whitebeard.
These words were like a knife, piercing deeply into his heart.
"Impossible."
Garp's voice was very low, yet it carried an indescribable firmness.
"Absolutely impossible."
He looked up, his eyes full of stubbornness.
"He's going to become a Marine!"
White Night turned around, a slight curve to his lips as he looked at the stubborn old man.
"He totally can!"
Garp was surprised.
White Night didn't continue, just watched him quietly.
After a few seconds, Garp suddenly laughed.
"BWAHAHAHA!"
He scratched his head, his carefree smile returning to his face.
"Who cares!"
"This old man now has the Tremor-Tremor Fruit!"
"When I get back, I'll give that brat a punch first!"
"See if he still dares to say he wants to be a pirate!"
White Night stood on the reef, a slight curve to his lips as he watched Garp's eager expression.
"Punching your Grandson isn't possible for now."
Garp's laughter paused.
"However..." White Night turned around, looking at the distant sea, "Punching your son, you can do that right now."
Garp was startled.
Just then.
A fierce gust of wind swept in without warning!
The sea surface was pushed down, and the rising waves exploded in the air!
White Night's clothes flapped wildly in the wind, but he remained motionless, simply looking at the other end of the reef.
There.
A figure slowly emerged from the strong wind.
A dark green cloak, a scarlet tattoo, and a face somewhat similar to Garp's.
The leader of the Revolutionary Army.
Monkey D. Dragon.
"Long time no see, old man."
Garp stood rooted to the spot, his smile instantly vanishing as he looked at his suddenly appearing son.
"You damn brat..."
Garp suddenly grinned, his smile full of wildness.
"Finally decided to show your face, huh."
Dragon's face darkened slightly.
"Old man..."
"Don't call this old man 'old man'!"
Garp suddenly raised his right fist, and a transparent tremor wave began to ripple from its tip!
"This old man gets angry just seeing you!"
Dragon's pupils suddenly constricted!
"That's..."
His voice was filled with shock.
"The Tremor-Tremor Fruit?!"
How was this possible?!
The composure on his face, which he had maintained when facing his father's attacks, was instantly shattered.
Whitebeard Edward Newgate, the "strongest man in the world" who possessed the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, was still reigning supreme in the New World!
Devil Fruits were unique; this was an iron rule of this world! The same Fruit could never reappear before the current user's death!
And now, his father, Marine Hero Garp, was actually using this power capable of destroying the world!
This scene, which defied logic and overturned common sense, instantly reminded him of the unbelievable intelligence Sabo had mentioned.
Dragon's gaze sharply shifted from Garp, cutting through the violent storm of power, and fixed on White Night, who had a faint smile on his face the entire time, as if enjoying a good show.
It turned out that everything Sabo had said... was all true!
This seemingly ordinary boss truly possessed... power capable of overturning the entire world!
Just as Dragon was profoundly shaken, Garp punched away the tornado and landed on the reef, a wild laugh on his face.
"That's right!"
Garp laughed wildly, charging out like a cannonball!
Boom—!
A punch shot out!
The atmosphere instantly exploded!
Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly from Garp's fist, tearing across the entire sky!
Dragon's face instantly changed!
"Are you trying to kill me, you old geezer!"
He roared, wildly waving his hands!
A fierce wind howled, turning into a tornado that met Garp's fist!
Boom—!
The tremor wave collided with the strong wind, and the resulting shockwave instantly exploded!
The entire reef trembled at this moment!
The sea surface was pressed down by this force, creating giant waves dozens of meters high!
White Night stood to the side, a slight smile playing on his lips as he watched this father and son's "loving" display.
"What a harmonious scene."
Garp punched away Dragon's strong wind and landed on the reef, a wild laugh on his face.
"BWAHAHAHA!"
He scratched his head, looking at Dragon, who had stabilized himself in the distance, laughing even more exaggeratedly.
"Sorry, sorry! This old man just hasn't seen you in so long, I'm a little excited!"
Having been in the instance for so long, he was used to fighting anyone he saw!
Dragon's face was terrifyingly dark.
"Excited?"
His voice was low, but it carried suppressed rage.
"You call this excited?!"
Garp was startled.
Then he laughed even louder.
"What else would it be?"
Garp stood on the reef, his smile gradually fading as he looked at the man in the dark green cloak before him.
"What are you doing here?"
His voice was calm, but his eyes gleamed with a dangerous light.
"As a Marine Vice Admiral, this old man can't ignore a wanted criminal like you appearing before me."
Dragon's expression remained unchanged.
He just stood there quietly, letting the sea breeze ruffle his cloak.
"Old man."
His voice was very low.
"I heard some interesting news from a child named Sabo."
Garp's eyes narrowed.
"Sabo?"
"That's right."
Dragon looked up, meeting Garp's eyes.
"A very brave child, he told me that a man capable of changing fate has appeared in the East Blue."
As he spoke, his gaze slowly shifted to White Night.
White Night stood to the side, a slight smile on his lips.
"Changing fate?"
His voice was very soft.
"You Revolutionary Army certainly know how to talk."
"But I don't have that kind of ability; I'm just an ordinary boss."
Dragon stood on the reef, looking at White Night's faintly smiling face, and was silent for a few seconds.
"Ordinary?"
Do you misunderstand that word?