One Piece : Roger Is My Vice Captain-Chapter 382 - 433 - Tell me, how many times do you want to die?

Back then, he had thought, As long as I can save Ace, my life means nothing.

If offering himself to the Navy Headquarters was the price, so be it.

He was old. No one knew his own body better than he did.

Maybe deep down, he didn't want to admit it. But the truth remained.

And the truth was always cruel.

Even so, he could never afford to show weakness. Not in front of his men. Not in front of the world.

He couldn't give up on saving Ace.

Because he was Whitebeard.

It was as simple as that.

And now, he had no choice but to admit—Liu Feng was right.

With his current strength, with what remained of his crew, attacking Marine Headquarters and avenging Ace was nothing more than a fantasy.

If he died, he died. That didn't matter.

But he couldn't drag the others down with him.

Still...

His gaze sharpened, locking onto Liu Feng.

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Whitebeard lifted his head, his gaze fixed seriously on Liu Feng.

Why?

It seemed like a strange, almost pointless question.

What other reason could there be, Whitebeard?

To become stronger—wasn't that reason enough?

Liu Feng couldn't help but smile.

But before he could speak, the Golden Lion suddenly cut in.

"Newgate, have you forgotten what that Devil Fruit is?"

Whitebeard's expression darkened. He waved his hand sharply, cutting him off.

"Shiki, I don't need you to remind me!"

His voice carried a rare trace of irritation.

"It's exactly because of that reason that I don't want this fruit to fall into Liu Feng's hands!"

At that moment, Roger spoke up.

"No... It's actually a good thing that Liu Feng has it."

"No one can predict what the future holds."

"But for now, having more power—stronger power—is always in our favor."

Roger's expression suddenly became extremely serious, which made Whitebeard stunned.

"Okay, stop talking."

Liu Feng said slowly.

"Shouldn't each of you think about the fact that I am the real boss?"

He smiled helplessly.

"The Dark-Dark Fruit must be obtained."

"Whitebeard, if you insist on stopping me, you're welcome to try."

As he spoke, Liu Feng half-closed his eyes.

Brilliant arcs of electricity crackled between his fingers, illuminating the space around him.

Whitebeard's expression shifted, a trace of bitterness appearing on his face.

How could he possibly match Liu Feng now?

He had witnessed every moment of the battle between Liu Feng and Teach, not missing a single detail.

That speed—no one could react to it.

If he were in his prime, maybe he could put up a fight.

But now?

Impossible.

With no other choice, Whitebeard stepped aside slightly.

The hazy white glow gradually intensified, radiating outward like divine light revealing itself to the world.

On the battlefield, under the stunned gazes of countless onlookers—

The lifeless body of Blackbeard, which had been standing stiff and motionless, suddenly stirred.

His eyes snapped open.

For a brief moment, confusion and disbelief flickered in his gaze.

"This is...?"

"I've been resurrected?"

Then, realisation dawned.

"Zehahahaha!! Liu Feng, I never thought you'd be this stupid!!"

"You actually brought me back to—"

Boom!!

Before he could finish, his body was sent flying.

Whitebeard retracted his fist, his face full of relief.

But he saw Roger and Golden Lion looking at him strangely.

Whitebeard smiled awkwardly.

"I used to be annoyed by this guy's laugh. It's really unpleasant."

Roger and Golden Lion were speechless for a while.

Roger's figure blurred as he closed the distance between himself and Blackbeard in an instant.

His movements were swift, precise, and filled with overwhelming force.

In the blink of an eye, Blackbeard was pinned to the ground, his limbs firmly restrained.

The technique was practiced—too practiced.

Anyone could tell at a glance—Liu Feng was an expert at this.

"W-What are you trying to do?!"

Blackbeard's face was crushed against the cracked earth, his body struggling in vain.

But in his current weakened state, there was no way he could break free—especially with Roger and the Golden Lion standing nearby, watching him like hawks.

His heart pounded in terror as he saw Liu Feng unsheathe the long sword at his waist, stepping toward him one deliberate step at a time.

"No! No, don't!!"

"You can't do this!!"

Blackbeard's panicked roars echoed across the battlefield.

"Hehehe," Roger chuckled, crossing his arms smugly. "Scream all you want. Even if you tear your throat apart, no one's coming to save you."

Whitebeard watched the scene unfold, deep frowns carving into his face.

It had only been a short while since he last saw them.

And yet, the two former legends—his once proud and fearsome rivals—had somehow turned into what looked like... human traffickers kidnapping people?

"And you, Roger... Just listen to yourself!"

"Is that something a human would even say!?"

Not far away, Marco, Vista, Diamond Joz, and the others stared in stunned silence, their expressions frozen in disbelief.

Something about this whole situation... felt completely off.

The tone. The atmosphere.

It just didn't match.

Meanwhile, Liu Feng strode toward Blackbeard, sword in hand, his steps slow and deliberate.

"I believe I asked you a question earlier."

His lips curled into a sharp, almost playful grin.

"Tell me—how many times do you want to die?"

Blackbeard's pupils shrank in sheer terror.

But before he could even react—

His head had been chopped off by a sword.