The Greatest Disgrace in Marine History-Chapter 159 - 61: The Meeting

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Chapter 159 - 61: The Meeting

Douglas Bullet—known in whispers as the Demon Heir. A name etched in Marine records with blood and fire.

A former member of the Roger Pirates, his strength during the Pirate King's era was said to rival even Silvers Rayleigh, the Dark King.

But once Bullet learned of Roger's terminal illness, his faith in the captain shattered. He left the crew, spiraled into chaos, and unleashed havoc across the seas.

It took a full Buster Call, even the combined might of Admiral Sengoku and Vice Admiral Garp, to finally subdue him. He was locked away in the bottom of Impel Down—Level Six, Eternal Hell.

Years later, during the chaos of the Summit War, Bullet escaped in the same riot that saw Blackbeard and Luffy shatter Impel Down's order. He returned to the world two years later, hosting the Pirates Festival, defeating Supernovas like children.

Only to fall at the end, crushed by the force of narrative and the fists of the Sun God...

Darren's eyes narrowed as he studied the photo. A blond-haired soldier with cruel, military-hardened eyes stared back from the page—jaw clenched, posture rigid.

He glanced at Sakazuki.

Even though this version of Bullet hadn't yet joined the Roger Pirates—and had only just annihilated his homeland—if his strength already rivaled Rayleigh's...

This mission might be too much for the two of them alone.

After all, Sakazuki wasn't yet at his peak. His current power was far from that of a future admiral.

"Douglas Bullet," Sakazuki said coldly. "He destroyed his own nation's military singlehandedly. Word of it has shaken the royal courts of several World Government nations."

"To prevent widespread panic, the Government has ordered an absolute information blackout on everything concerning him."

"That's why Admiral Sengoku couldn't tell you the target up front."

Darren nodded. That made sense.

The World Government always tried to erase threats of this magnitude—to hide them before fear could spread. That was their standard response to monsters like Bullet.

"What about his combat evaluation?" Darren asked after a pause. "Do we have any intel beyond the destruction?"

Sakazuki shook his head.

"All we know is that he possesses the power to erase a nation."

"Five days ago, a Vice Admiral, an entire battleship, and several hundred Marines attempted to arrest him."

"They were completely annihilated."

"But you know what that means."

Darren nodded grimly.

In the Blues or even the first half of the Grand Line, that level of force would be overwhelming.

But when facing monsters at the top?

That wasn't even close to a real test.

Much of what the Marines knew about the world's strongest pirates came at the cost of lives—each report written in blood.

He exhaled slowly.

So the truth is... HQ doesn't even know how strong Bullet really is.

Sakazuki caught the tension in Darren's gaze and snorted.

"You're being cautious. That's not like you."

Darren cracked a smile.

"No. I'm just wondering—how strong are you now, Sakazuki?"

The man didn't respond right away.

He simply turned back to the sea.

The brim of his Marine cap cast a shadow over his eyes.

"You'll find out soon enough."

"When the time comes—just keep him from using that damn submarine. Don't let him escape."

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Meanwhile...

New World.

"They're here!!"

"Pops, they're coming!!"

"The Oro Jackson!!"

On the deck of the massive Moby Dick, the Whitebeard Pirates erupted with shouts. Crew members leaned over the railings, eyes wide.

In the distance, a pirate ship with golden trim and blood-red sails sliced through the sea like a crimson blade. Wind filled the sails, which bore a golden skull with a sweeping mustache.

The Oro Jackson.

The Roger Pirates had arrived.

"Finally, huh... Roger."

On the throne-like seat at the center of the deck, Whitebeard grinned. His massive body seemed to swallow the chair whole, his aura heavy as the sea itself.

"Bridge!"

The two ships connected within moments. The Oro Jackson slammed alongside the Moby Dick, and a thick gangplank dropped between them.

Marco leaned on the railing, pineapple-blond hair tousled by wind.

"Hey! All rookies, inside now! Avoid the—"

THUD!

Behind him, one of the newer crew members rolled his eyes back and collapsed.

Then a second.

A third.

One by one, the weaker crewmen keeled over—fainting as he approached.

Footsteps echoed across the gangplank.

The moment he stepped aboard the Moby Dick, the entire deck groaned. Faint cracks split beneath his boots.

Only the division commanders remained standing.

"Hahahahaha!"

"It's been a while, Whitebeard!!"

A man in a blood-red captain's coat and hat stepped forward, laughing like thunder.

The sheer force of his presence made the sky swirl. Winds roared. Waves churned. In the heavens above, red-black lightning crackled and vanished.

On the Oro Jackson, Silvers Rayleigh sighed, pressing his fingers to his temples.

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"I told him no fighting this time..."

The rest of the crew remained on edge—because they knew their captain. Once he got excited, nothing could hold him back.

"W-We're screwed!" Buggy wailed, clutching his head. "That's Whitebeard!! We're gonna die!!"

Next to him, Shanks trembled with awe. His eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed red, fists clenched tight.

To stand like that—in front of Whitebeard, the world's strongest man—unshaken, unyielding, smiling...

That image carved itself deep into Shanks' young heart.

One day...

He'd become a man like that.

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To be continued...

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