On a cold, cloudy night, a torrential downpour washed over the air. In a dark town, a spatial rift silently appeared on a wooden platform erected in the center of the town square. Wang Han's soul also silently appeared on this high platform along with the spatial rift, letting the cold wind and rain pass through his soul.
On the edge of the town, waves relentlessly pounded against the harbor, the roar of the water mingling with the sounds of wind and rain, creating a symphony. This indicated that the town was built on an island.
"The sea is all water, the waves are all water, this world is nothing but water." If the slumbering Wang Han were to awaken and see the scene before him, knowing what kind of world this was, he would surely feel this way. Because this world is the world of One Piece, a world almost entirely composed of the sea, and the place Wang Han is in is Loguetown in the East Blue, the town of beginning and end. The wooden platform where Wang Han stands is the platform where Roger was executed. Unfortunately, Wang Han's soul energy has been depleted too much; he has not only resurrected several times but has also fought in a superhuman state. He will not awaken until his soul returns to its peak, and the people of this town will have no chance of discovering him.
The next day, the storm subsided, the sea calmed once more, and the morning sun, like a beacon of hope, brought renewed light to the town. Early in the morning, a squadron of elite marines arrived in orderly ranks, guarding the execution platform in the square. The townspeople also rose early and gathered in the square; today was the day of the execution of the Pirate King Roger, and people wanted to witness the villainous leader's execution firsthand. Some came to bid farewell, while others came simply to join the spectacle.
At noon, with the sun high in the sky, Roger, his hands and feet in shackles, finally arrived at the square under Garp's escort.
"That bastard is finally going to die."
Listening to the surrounding chatter, Roger smiled, as if they weren't talking about him, as if he weren't the one about to be executed.
"Garp, was this platform used to execute some terrifying beings before?" Roger, who had just been brought to the execution platform, paused for a moment and asked Garp. With his ability to hear the voices of all things, he heard the voice of Wang Han's soul on the platform. It was the resentment of countless wronged spirits and vengeful ghosts, as if the source of all evil and slaughter was on that platform.
“No, this execution platform was only set up yesterday, specifically for you,” Garp replied somewhat absentmindedly.
"Is that so? Hahaha, it's truly an honor to die on this platform. The world ahead is sure to be exciting, but thankfully I won't be able to see it, so I don't need to worry about it. Just be careful, don't die. You'd better quit your job and go home to farm, hahahaha." Roger laughed contentedly, but told Garp and Sengoku nothing. Let them worry about the future themselves; he was a pirate, not a saint.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you, Roger.” Garp laughed heartily. “I plan to stay in this line of work for several more decades, and I’m not going to die so easily. I’m going to train my grandson to be the best naval officer.”
"Then I wish you and your grandson good luck, and hope neither of you dies," Roger said.
"You bastard," Garp gritted his teeth.
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On the execution platform, two soldiers in charge of the execution stood on either side of the platform, each holding a long execution knife.
After Roger was escorted to the execution platform by Garp, Sengoku loudly demanded of Roger, "Gol D. Roger, now that things have come to this, do you have anything to say?"
Upon hearing this, Roger looked at Sengoku, a smile playing on his lips, and shouted loudly to the crowd watching below the execution platform: "Want my treasure? If you want it, go find it! I've left all the world's wealth there."
"Damn it! Execute him immediately!" Sengoku shouted urgently, not expecting Roger to say such a thing. Unfortunately, it was too late. Publicly executing Roger would not only fail to deter pirates, but would also inspire more people to become pirates. The seas would be teeming with pirates from now on, because that would be the Pirate King's fortune.
As the long sword pierced his body, Roger, in his soul form, finally saw the source of the terrifying sound, the proudly standing soul, and Wang Han, who was fast asleep with his eyes closed.
"What a powerful being this is! This blood is deeper than the sea! How many has he slaughtered?" At this moment, Roger regretted not telling Garp. Feeling the thick stench of blood emanating from the soul before him, simply standing there made him feel powerless. "Powerful" was insufficient to describe the soul before him; the only description Roger could think of was: a demon, a killing demon descended from hell to earth.
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Through wind and sun, rain and snow, day and night slip through our fingers. Seasons cycle on and on.
After Roger's death, the world unfolded exactly as Roger had planned, just as Sengoku and Garp had predicted. Countless men set sail, dreaming of finding the treasure of the Pirate King Roger, and resolutely embarked on the path of piracy.
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Loguetown became prosperous after the public execution of the Pirate King Gol D. Roger, and the execution platform became the most famous landmark in Loguetown.
As evening falls, people finally finish their busy day and greedily enjoy the last rays of sunlight, watching the beautiful sunset and evening glow. Some enjoy dinner with family or friends, while the men drink and boast about their glorious deeds, and the women gather together to talk about gossip they've heard from who-knows-where.
In the midst of a beautiful moment, a pair of eyes, unseen by the living, slowly opened on the high platform where Roger had once been executed. The setting sun turned blood red, as if stained with blood, and the warmth beneath it became chillingly cold. An ominous aura of slaughter permeated the entire town of Loguetown. Animals cried out in anxious distress, birds desperately flew away from the island, and even the fish that had been leaping on the surface of the sea hid beneath the surface, swimming frantically into the distance. Even the sea kings dared not stir up any more waves.
Everything seemed to quiet down, even the warm sea breeze stopped.
"What exactly happened?" People looked around in confusion, bewilderment, and unease.
"Where is this?" On the execution platform, Wang Han looked around at his surroundings, at the sea in the distance, and at the rows of wooden ships in the harbor. He looked at the center of the island, at the navy flag painted on the massive wall—a flag he'd seen in the anime *One Piece*. "One Piece."
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