The Greatest Disgrace in Marine History-Chapter 98: King of the North Blue (End of Volume One)

With the Marine Intelligence Division's announcement, the shocking news that the infamous pirate known as the "World Destroyer"—Byrnndi World—had been defeated and executed in the North Blue quickly rippled across the seas. Newspapers carried the headline from one shore to another, spreading like wildfire.

The calm surface of the Grand Line shattered beneath the weight of this revelation.

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New World — A Certain Sea

The sky stretched out like a sea of white silk, clouds swirling in ribbons across a tranquil blue canvas. Beneath it, the endless ocean mirrored the heavens. There, resting atop the waves, loomed a colossal ship—its hull curved and mighty like a sleeping whale.

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Above its towering mast, a white flag bearing a grinning skull and a crossed bisento fluttered with quiet pride. The symbol of the Whitebeard Pirates, feared across the seas.

"Oyaji! Big news!!" cried a young man with golden pineapple-shaped hair, sprinting across the deck. In his hands flapped a freshly-printed newspaper.

At the ship's prow sat a giant of a man, legs crossed, holding a barrel of sake in one hand. He reeked of booze, but his presence was anything but careless.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Marco? Stay calm first, panic later."

As the man rose, the air itself seemed to tense. His aura expanded like a mountain rising from the sea. The waves churned restlessly beneath the Moby Dick, unable to contain the quiet quake of power.

"Sorry, Oyaji! But this... this you have to see!"

The mountain turned. His massive frame caught the sunlight, casting a wide shadow across the deck. His cloak billowed in the sea breeze, golden hair whipping behind him like a war banner.

The Strongest Man in the World—Edward Newgate, Whitebeard.

He looked down at the breathless youth, eyes sharp but kind.

"Let's hear it then. What's gotten you worked up like this?"

Marco caught his breath and raised his voice.

"Byrnndi World... that bastard's been taken down by the Marines!"

Gasps broke out across the deck.

Tools clattered to the floor, barrels rolled to a stop—every pirate aboard froze at the name. The sea itself seemed to hush.

"Hoh? World... that monster?" Whitebeard muttered.

He remembered him well. They had clashed once, years ago—not out of hatred, but out of the inevitability of powerful forces colliding. It hadn't been a true battle; merely a taste of each other's strength. Still, he had shattered World's so-called "Hundredfold Cannon" with a single quake punch.

"Was it Sengoku? Or maybe Garp who did it?" Whitebeard asked.

Marco shook his head.

"No... it was someone new. A Marine stationed in the North Blue. A name no one's ever heard before. Rogers... Darren."

Whitebeard's eyes narrowed. He took the paper from Marco and opened it.

The headline screamed across the front page:

> "King of the North Blue! Rogers Darren defeats the legendary pirate Byrnndi World!"

> "The Strongest Marine in the North Blue! Future Admiral of the Marine?!"

> "World Destroyer Byrnndi World, killed in the backwaters of the North Blue!?"

> "Shock headline!! The Marine super rookie who took down the infamous "World Destroyer" Byrnndi World... turns out to be a scandal-ridden disgrace!? Is this a distortion of humanity, or the collapse of morality!?"

The photo beneath it showed a black-haired young Marine standing amidst a field of pirate corpses, smoke rising behind him, blood staining his tattered uniform. His smile was wild, his eyes gleaming with defiance.

Whitebeard stared long and hard.

And then he laughed.

"Gurararara! That kid... he's got fire in his eyes. Looks like my boys won't be short on worthy opponents in the years to come!"

His laughter thundered across the sea. The ocean roared in reply, waves rising like beasts. The New World had felt the tremor.

A new storm was coming.

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The Grand Line — Somewhere in the storm

A bolt of lightning tore the heavens apart.

Thunder roared as rain lashed the sea like whips, and a pirate ship danced atop waves like mountains. Every swell threatened to hurl it into the abyss.

"Captain Roger!! We've got news!! Big news!!"

A hooded boy with a red nose sprinted across the soaked deck, slipping with every step.

"Bahahaha! Buggy! Watch your footing, or you'll be swimming!"

At the bow stood a man with wild black hair, laughing into the storm, his red captain's coat soaked through but proud. He stood with one foot on the railing, embracing the chaos.

Gol D. Roger

"Let me read it! I saw it first!" shouted another boy with flaming red hair, grabbing Buggy in a headlock.

"Damn it! Shanks, who told you to run slow!!"

The two rolled across the deck, soaking wet, shouting curses like brothers.

"Let them speak," said a bespectacled man calmly, leaning against the mast.

"Yes, Rayleigh!" they chorused.

Then, in unison, the boys shouted over the thunder:

"Rogers Darren, King of the North Blue, defeated Byrnndi World!"

Roger blinked.

Rayleigh raised an eyebrow.

"King of the North, huh? Never heard of him."

He took the paper, squinting at the soaked ink.

Roger, on the other hand, grinned wide.

"Sounds like a tough guy. Just my kind of rival."

Rayleigh sighed. "He's just a kid—barely twenty."

"So? The younger they rise, the higher they fly! Hahahaha!!"

Then—

BOOM!

The ship rocked violently.

"Enemy fire! Marines inbound!!"

Cannons howled through the storm, black shells arching through the sky.

Rayleigh's blade flashed. With a single graceful sweep, the shells were cleaved mid-air, detonating above them in bursts of smoke and flame.

"Roger! You're not getting away this time!!"

From the shadows of the storm, a silhouette emerged—a bare-chested Marine standing at the bow of a battleship shaped like a dog's head.

His arms were a blur as he hurled cannonballs with his bare hands.

Vice Admiral Garp.

"Ahhh!!! It's him again!!!"

Buggy screamed.

"This guy's like a curse! We're gonna die!!"

"Shut it!" Shanks hissed, equally pale.

Roger only laughed louder.

"Too bad, Garp! I'm not in the mood today!"

The ship's sails caught a monstrous gust of wind, and they surged forward.

"Coward!!" Garp roared, hurling another cannonball.

"Bully!!" Roger shouted back.

BOOM!

"Come back here!"

"Catch me if you can!"

The sea raged. The sky howled. The dance between predator and prey—between hero and outlaw—resumed once more.

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Across the four Blues, the Grand Line, and even the sky islands, countless eyes turned toward the headlines.

Some scoffed. Some cheered. Some grew uneasy.

But one thing was certain:

From this day forth,

"Rogers Darren, King of the North Blue" would become a name carried on the winds of every ocean.

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End of Volume One: King of the North Blue.

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"The True Story Begins Now"