Chapter 39 Vegapunk
[New World: Over the route to Drum Island]
Ten thousand meters high, the wind was howling, and the clouds were torn into traces of cyclones.
Rogge flew alone in the sky like a black eagle, his cloak rustling behind him, and the atmosphere collapsed layer by layer under his feet, forming an air slipstream.
His brows were grim, but the command from "heaven" was still echoing in his mind:
——"Let the redhead go for once."
——"This is... an order from 'above.'"
"'above'?"
Rogge's eyes flashed like lightning, and he smiled coldly:
"How interesting... Those corpses of the Five Elders who have been hiding in the Holy Land for hundreds of years are starting to move?"
He slowly clenched his right palm, and a "crackling" sound burst out from the air layer in the void, as if glass was shattered.
"Or...it wasn't them who did it?"
"Is—Im?"
His pupils narrowed slightly, and the only explanation from his many previous life speculations emerged in his mind:
[Yim, the actual ruler of the current World Government, existed eight hundred years ago.]
"Then we can't stop."
He turned his head to look at the snow-capped Drum Mountains in the distance, his eyes as cold as a knife.
[New World·Ghost Island·Beasts Pirates]
The wine jar was smashed to pieces, and the boiling hot sake spilled on Quinn's fat face.
"What!? Redhead's arm was chopped off?! Yasopp was killed?!"
Quinn was sweating profusely in shock.
"You must be kidding...that red-haired guy is one of the Four Emperors!"
Kaido, sitting on the dragon bone throne, finally opened his drunken eyes and licked his cracked lips.
"That little brat 'Xuanlin'..."
He grinned and said in a thunderous voice: "The battle is about to begin."
"Great, this world is finally going to be rotten, hahahahaha!!!"
[Wan Guo·Charlotte Family Island]
In the frosting palace, Charlotte Linlin held a small cake, dipped her fingertips in the syrup and licked it slowly.
"Red hair? Hehehe...that dull brat finally got into trouble?"
Perospero reported:
"Mom... The intelligence confirms that it was G-5 Vice Admiral 'Xuanlin Rogge' who raided and severed Shanks's left arm, and also—executed Yasopp."
Linlin's eyes flashed coldly, but her smile became more exaggerated:
"That madman..."
"Faster than I thought..."
Whitebeard Pirates - Moby d**k
"Gulala--red-haired man's hand was cut off?"
Whitebeard leaned back in the high-backed chair, the newspaper tucked between his fingers, the picture with the words "Yasopp confirmed dead" fluttering in the sea breeze.
"Xuanlin Rogge...Akainu's nephew."
Marco had a complicated expression: "Dad, he really started..."
Whitebeard sighed, as if looking across the entire sea:
"It's the gear of the times."
"Back then, Roger said there would be monsters in the Marines. Now it seems... this kid might be more than just a monster."
[Baldigo Revolutionary Army Headquarters]
On the top of the blizzard mountain, Long stood on the top of the communication tower wearing a black windbreaker.
Dancing in the wind beside him was the latest newspaper - a full-page headline about Rogge's raid on the Red Hair Pirates under the name of "Xuanlin".
"Even the Four Emperors...are being targeted by the Marines?" Sabo muttered to himself.
Long whispered in a deep voice:
"…Rogge from G-5."
"It seems that things are finally changing within Marine."
Marineford Naval Headquarters Marshal's Office
"He actually took action directly!?"
"Bang!!"
Sengoku smashed the corner of the table with his fist, sending tea flying and soaking the latest issue of World News.
On paper, the words "Yasopp's death", "Red Hair's broken arm", and "G-5's rectification of Vice Admiral Xuanlin Rogge" were like knives piercing all the top leaders.
Vice Admiral He frowned and said, "The Five Elders have already spoken out to stop him... and he still attacked? Even killed people and cut off their arms?"
She shook her head slowly, her eyes full of worry.
On the side, Sakazuki lowered his head and smiled softly, his eyes deep and blazing:
"This is the kind of person I taught."
"Don't even think about him. He's already ahead of 'justice'."
[Drum Island Winter Snow Clinic]
There was wind and snow outside, and the clinic was in chaos.
"Are you crazy?! If you were ten minutes later, this guy would have had complete organ failure!"
The head of the most prestigious medical team on the island grabbed his stethoscope and shouted. Several doctors around him were performing emergency life-saving management on Binz, and the instruments at the bedside were jumping and flashing.
"Lung burns, liver damage, nerve poisoning, Haki erosion... none of these can be overcome with medication!"
"Even if we use our entire island's medicine storehouse and the Reversal Fruit, we won't last more than a month—we'll die!"
Rogge stood in the snow wind, his black hair blowing in his face, his figure standing at the door like a statue.
His voice was low, but it penetrated the sound of snow:
"One month."
"That's enough."
The doctor wanted to say something, but saw that there was no wavering in his eyes.
"I'm going to find someone."
He slowly raised his head and looked towards the end of the snow clouds.
"Let him live."
The next second, Rogge took a high step into the air, turning into a sonic boom and rushing straight to the forefront of technology.
——[Future Island·Eigerhead]!
[Future Island Outskirts · Vegapunk Experiment Tower · 14th Floor]
The electromagnetic wall made a slight sound and the door opened.
Rogge, wearing a cloak of the Prudent Army, walked into the snow, and his black boots shook up the ground, creating a fine air flow.
His face was cold and his steps were as sharp as a sword.
Vegapunk turned off the holographic scanner in front of him, stood in front of the window and turned around, seeing the familiar figure as cold as iron.
"...Rye."
He sounded slightly surprised, but not surprised.
"You don't seem like the type to gamble your own people's lives with others."
"I believe he can hold on."
Rogge spoke in a low voice, wiping the snow from the back of his hand, but there was still murderous intent between his eyebrows.
"I also believe that you have a way."
"What a shame," Vegapunk said, spreading his hands and walking towards the console. "I'm not a god."
He opened a bone marrow scan and pointed to the data markers showing multiple organ ruptures and Haki infestation.
"If I treat him now, I can use replacement tissue and medication to keep him alive... for six months to eight years."
"But if you want him to live like a warrior, not a living puppet—"
"You have to find someone."
He turned his head, his eyes sharp:
"Dressrosa."
"The bloodline factors of a number of people with the 'Healing Fruit' ability are circulating on the black market. Although incomplete, they have successfully saved experimental subjects whose organs were nearly completely destroyed."
"But that 'powerful person' is now hiding in the dark, possibly controlled by some force."
Rogge listened and nodded.
"That's enough."
He didn't ask any more questions and directly took out the communication bug:
"Enel."
"Leave immediately for Dressrosa."
"...Find that flamingo and hand over the 'Healing Fruit user'."
The other end of the call.
Enel's voice was full of weariness, but the low-pitched thunder still echoed in my ears:
"We're going to fight again right after we've just rested...Okay."
Hiss—the call was disconnected.
Vegapunk looked at Rogge's back and slowly sat back down beside the instrument.
He was silent for a few seconds, his tone subtle:
"…You didn't go there in person."
"It's not that I don't want to," Rogge turned around, his black pupils as dark as the night.
"This time, I have another goal."
He looked at Vegapunk and slowly extended his palm.
"I want to work with you."
The air suddenly froze at this moment.
Vegapunk looked at the outstretched hand quietly for a moment, then whispered back:
"You actually chose to come to me."
"Xuanlin."
Vegapunk's mouth curled up slightly, "What do you want to build?"
Rogge replied softly:
"Not made."
"It's a reckoning."
The air seemed to stop flowing between the two of them.
——The moment absolute justice and science intersect, the new direction of the entire world is determined.