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One Piece : I resurrected Gol D Roger! Chapter 454-455

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Chapter 454—We have taken the wrong path in this life

The night was charming and it was making people intoxicated.

The starry sky was as bright as a long river.

The figure of the Golden Lion dragged a long shadow in the starlight.

He was silent all the way and didn't speak.

Whitebeard followed him quietly, also without saying a word.

At a certain moment, the Golden Lion suddenly stopped.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the distant sky in a trance.

Whitebeard subconsciously looked in the direction of his gaze. At that position, far away, there was a black flag with a sharp sword piercing a skull, fluttering in the wind in the sky.

——The righteous black flag of the new navy.

Whitebeard paused and asked in a deep voice, "Old bastard, if I remember correctly, you hated the navy back then, right?"

He clearly remembered that the Flying Shiki Pirates that roamed the New World back then were full of vicious criminals.

They were all pirates who lived on the edge of a knife and regarded human life as worthless, and there were no interns at all.

Like the situation just now... the kid was only eight years old; it was impossible for it to exist because Flying Admiral Golden Lion didn't like children.

He believed that the existence of such kids would only weaken the combat effectiveness of the pirate group.

Golden Lion stood on the street like a statue.

The streetlights on both sides of the street reflected each other. The dim yellow light seemed to be lighting the way home for those who were returning home.

"Yes, I really hate kids."

"Especially a kid like that, he is useless and will only cause you trouble."

The voice of the Golden Lion came out slowly in the wind, revealing an inexplicable bleakness and melancholy.

Not far away, several children were playing and running under the streetlights, and bursts of noisy laughter came.

"If it were the old me, I would probably throw him out of the conscription department without hesitation."

The Golden Lion suddenly laughed and scolded, "What a stupid and hopeless kid."

But WhiteBeard slowly clenched his fists.

Because he suddenly saw that the pair of eyes on the side of the Golden Lion's face, which were full of the baptism of war and the vicissitudes of time, were actually a little moist.

Was it an illusion? That... the flying admiral who clamored to destroy the headquarters of the navy actually cried.

Whitebeard tried to open his eyes to see clearly, but the fact made him even more speechless.

"You are feeling guilty."

Whitebeard let out a long breath and said in a deep voice.

Golden Lion grinned and smiled hard, "Yes, I also find it strange."

"I am obviously a bastard who kills without blinking an eye."

"But when I faced the calm eyes of that kid, I actually hesitated."

"Five certificates…. Pirates plundering…. For such a simple reason, the eight-year-old kid ran to the conscription department."

The wind slowly stopped as if listening to Shiki.

"Newgate, tell me, have I failed in my life?"

The Golden Lion suddenly asked such a question.

White Beard was stunned and then shook his head and said, "Liu Feng told me that whether a person's life is successful or not has nothing to do with the evaluation of the outside world."

The Golden Lion said, "Then, I really failed in my life. Pirates plundering…. It turns out that unknowingly, over the years, perhaps, it was because of me that I created one tragedy after another."

"JiHahaha! Flying Admiral Shiki the Golden Lion! So majestic!!"

He laughed so mockingly that tears came out of his eyes.

Whitebeard stared at the Golden Lion in front of him, stretched out his hand, and wanted to pat his shoulder.

But that hand couldn't pat him no matter what.

"Whitebeard…"

Golden Lion looked at the group of children playing not far away with red eyes and whispered, "We have taken the wrong path in this life."

"The dream of a pirate is nothing but a success built on the tragedy of others. Now I look at those children; I really want to help them."

He trembled with shaking hands and then took out a cigar from his bosom, lit it, and took a deep breath.

The smoke filled his face, blurring it.

"We can't let these kids suffer the same loss we suffered."

"It's obviously a stone. If they fall, they'll get their heads broken and bloody."

"We have to go over there, move the stone away, and let them go over there."

"Instead of fooling them. Kid, go out to sea. This stuff is good. Pirates are so free. You can do it. No problem."

"In the end, they fell and got blood all over. We can't rest easy."

Whitebeard listened quietly and suddenly said, "But what if they don't listen?"

Golden Lion spat out a puff of smoke and said, "How they go in the future is their own business."

"But now that we have seen it. Let's help if we can."

"This sea will not become better because of the appearance of ten flying admirals, Golden Lion Shiki."

"But as long as a black-armed Zephyr appears, a lot can be changed."

"You came to me to ask this question, right?"

Golden Lion turned around, looked at Whitebeard seriously, and laughed wantonly.

"I don't believe in justice. But I believe in Zephyr."

Whitebeard was shocked.

Golden Lion believed in Zephyr, and Zephyr believed in Liu Feng.

Chapter 455—Roger and his wife

At the same time, in the South Blue Sea, a warm breeze gently turned the windmills of Baterilla Island. This peaceful village lay undisturbed, with tall hills rising in the distance.

Atop the highest hill stood a simple tomb—more of a mound of earth than a proper grave. A wooden cross was planted before it.

In front of the mound, a solitary figure in a wide hood sat silently, unmoving. The dust on his body and the marks on the ground suggested he had been there for a long time.

Farther away, villagers toiled in the fields. Occasionally, they glanced at the lone figure by the tomb. Their eyes were filled with curiosity, though not surprise.

This strange man had appeared in the village for many days.

At first, the villagers thought he was a pirate who came to rob, and they fled in fear.

But later, they found that this strange man did not even look at them but just sat quietly in front of the mound like a sculpture, in a daze.

He did not speak, drink water, or eat.

The wide hood concealed his face, making his features indistinct.

At first, some villagers were curious, but they had little time to concern themselves with a stranger. There was plenty of work to be done in the fields, and with autumn approaching, the rice harvest was near. This year promised a good yield.

As for the mysterious man, as long as he wasn’t a pirate, that was all that mattered. No one paid attention to his actions.

As the sun set, the farmers called out to one another, gathering their tools and heading home. The scorching sun had left mottled marks on their bare upper bodies, and the heat waves had dried their sweat. Yet, despite their exhaustion and aging frames, their faces bore smiles that overshadowed their fatigue.

Although news of war often arrived from the Grand Line, the South Blue Sea, a poor and distant place, remained peaceful.

Smoke curled from the chimneys of every home as dusk slowly faded, giving way to the night. A cold moon rose into the sky.

From afar, the laughter of villagers, the playful cries of children, and the shouts of adults filled the air.

"What a good place, Rouge, don't you think so?"

In front of the dilapidated mound, the figure that seemed to be frozen in time finally moved and slowly raised his head, revealing a face covered with frost under the hood.

Roger looked at the pile of earth in front of him with gentle eyes, as if it was not a cold grave at all, but a living person.

But there was no response.

But Roger didn't care; he just continued to mutter to himself.

Just like the days in the past.

"I still remember the days when I lived here with you,"

"That was the happiest time of my life."

"Do you know?"

"Our son, Ace, has grown up."

"He has become very strong."

"He has a younger brother called Luffy.

"He is someone recognized by that brat Shanks."

"But you know what?"

"I didn't like that kid very much, so I beat him up in Dressrosa."

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Roger suddenly threw his head back and laughed, but tears couldn't stop sliding down his cheeks.

Even after so many years, he still clearly remembered the woman he fell in love with back then and what she looked like. She had long, light yellow hair. She liked to wear long skirts and spoke very softly. She was the gentlest woman he had ever met.

The most impressive thing in his memory was that she always liked to pin a red rose in her hair.

She was really good-looking.

When he met her, he didn't hide his illness but directly said it. "I'm dying. I won't live more than a year at most."

But that gentle woman just smiled gently, then hugged him tightly and said in his ear, "One year is enough."

"That's our whole life."

Yes, it was a whole life.

"I've ruined you, Rouge."

Roger suddenly gritted his teeth and said this.

What Ace said was absolutely right.

If it weren't for him, Rouge could have lived a peaceful life.

It seems that the title of Pirate King that everyone looks up to was really not as good as the smile of that girl.

What he remembered, he didn't forget; on the day he left to surrender to the navy, she even... She said nothing, just smiled, with tears all over her face.

But he had never seen a girl crying and laughing and still looking so pretty.

At that moment, he even hesitated.

The breeze blew, ruffling Roger's messy hair.

He raised his hand to wipe his tears and stood up with his hands supporting his stiff body.

"Rouge, I have lived a selfish life all my life."

He whispered to the lonely grave.

"I can slaughter an army of a country for a partner."

"I can also turn the world upside down for my personal dream."

"Now that I think about it, I am really too selfish."

His voice was very hoarse.

"In the end, I think about it; I really don't seem to have done anything for you two, mother and son."

"This... times... I want to try."