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Chapter 36: A User-Friendly God, Pirate World Candidates Confirmed
It was none other than Whitebeard.
And standing before him was Ace, who had originally left the Whitebeard Pirates to hunt down the traitor, Marshall D. Teach.
Seeing Ace appear, Whitebeard smiled.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say so much, but in the end, Whitebeard simply asked, "How have you been, Ace?"
Facing his mischievous and headstrong son, Whitebeard acted just like a father—blaming him for nothing, only caring about his well-being.
Ace was stunned. Just a second ago, he had been resting on an island, watching that light screen reappear in the sky.
But in the next blink, he was suddenly here.
"Pops... what is this place?"
Whitebeard looked at the bewildered Ace, wondering if the boy was surprised by the teleportation to this auditorium, or if he was simply overwhelmed by seeing his captain again so suddenly.
"Didn't you read the text displayed earlier? This should be the spectator stand of Arena No. 1!"
"Even I don't know exactly where this place is!"
As Whitebeard spoke, Big Mom, seated nearby, attempted to stand up but was firmly restrained by an invisible force.
Big Mom frowned. "What weird power... I can't move at all!"
Hearing this, Whitebeard grinned. "Isn't that to be expected? How could we possibly resist a force capable of moving us here in an instant?"
More and more people were being teleported into the auditorium.
They were suspended in an inexplicable high altitude, surrounded by clouds and mist. Looking up, there was no sun, yet the surroundings were illuminated by a strange, sourceless light.
This bizarre scene left those selected to be here completely baffled.
"Pops... look over there!"
Ace suddenly noticed the opposite side of the arena.
Strange-looking people were appearing one after another. These people wore odd outfits and had metal plates tied to their foreheads, necks, or waists, each engraved with strange symbols.
"Are those the ninjas from the other world?" Ace asked in surprise.
"Should be!" Whitebeard replied.
Looking at their attire, they matched the style of the weirdos who had appeared at Marineford earlier.
While Whitebeard and his crew observed them, the other side was also scrutinizing Whitebeard's group.
Among those chosen from the Ninja World, the Raikage of the Hidden Cloud was particularly notable. Beside him were the Mizukage of the Hidden Mist, Terumi Mei, as well as Uzumaki Nagato and Uchiha Itachi.
Fourth Raikage A spoke, "Such terrifying power. To move people to this inexplicable place in an instant... is this truly the power of a God?"
Terumi Mei whispered, "Lord Raikage, did you see that guy with the white crescent mustache on the opposite side?"
"Ah! Of course I saw him. It's hard not to notice him!"
Hearing this, Terumi Mei smiled. Sure enough, she wasn't the only one who felt the terrifying aura radiating from that man.
Setting aside his massive stature, the invisible pressure he exuded just by sitting there made it impossible for them to remain calm.
That was a truly frightening man. Even though he looked old and weathered, he commanded an aura that warned people not to underestimate him.
And the woman beside him—the massive, wrinkled old hag—looked equally terrifying.
The powerhouses at the apex of their respective worlds were now sizing each other up.
Suddenly, a vertical light screen appeared in the center of the arena, visible to both sides simultaneously.
[To those from both worlds who have entered the auditorium:]
[Please do not attempt to move or leave your seats.]
[Those who attempt to violently break free from the shackles will be wiped out immediately following a warning.]
Although there was no sound accompanying the cold text, the words carried an astonishingly murderous intent.
[Audience in the first row may speak freely.]
[Audience in the second row has only three chances to speak.]
[Audience in the third row has only one opportunity to speak.]
[Audience in the fourth row has no chance to speak.]
Immediately, a small screen appeared in front of Whitebeard and the others in the first row.
Whatever words formed in their minds would appear on the screen, accompanied by an option: Send?
This function was alien to Whitebeard and the others.
However, back at Marineford, Yuichi was watching the duel scene displayed on the giant light screen.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Is this a live chat function?
What a user-friendly design!
Yuichi was now a little curious. He remembered what the System had said earlier regarding questions. The creator of this "Fusion of All Worlds" was someone named Lance.
Who the hell is that guy?
Is he a transmigrator too?
With a System?
There was no doubt about it—designing a "bullet comment" or "live chat" function was definitely the work of a transmigrator.
[Now, both parties are asked to choose the candidates for the first match: The Team Battle.]
After this appeared on the main screen, a smaller, three-dimensional screen materialized in front of Sengoku.
It listed all available personnel within the Marines.
At the same time, Vice Admirals and general officers had similar screens, but unlike Sengoku, they could only watch, not select.
Yuichi scrolled through the list in front of him with his mind, carefully checking each name. However, as he skimmed through the personnel, he noticed something.
The Seven Warlords of the Sea are not on the list!
In other words, the Warlords were not considered part of the Marine faction, so they couldn't be chosen.
It made sense; the Warlords were directly under the World Government, not Marine Command.
This meant that not everyone currently at Marineford could participate in the World War. They had to belong to the specific faction being selected.
This limitation was actually a hidden rule.
At that moment, Sengoku also discovered this issue. Can I only choose from this list?
But after realizing the situation, Sengoku smiled instead.
The agents sent by the Five Elders were not on the list!
There is no other way!
Sengoku frowned as he considered the candidates for the team battle.
Tsuru, standing beside him, glanced at the Fleet Admiral and whispered, "Strange rules. Two battles, but different forms..."
Sengoku was also pondering this; the rules were indeed peculiar.
Tsuru looked at him. "It seems the choice is in your hands. Who will you pick?"
Sengoku raised his head. Behind him, Akainu had already stepped forward. "Let me go! I want to see for myself how powerful these people from the Otherworld really are!"
Glancing at Akainu, Sengoku turned to look at Aokiji and Kizaru.
For a three-person team battle, it was only natural to choose the three Admirals. After all, they represented the highest combat power of the Marines.
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