One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 142: The Time-Space Conference! Target: 38 years ago!

Seeing Chen Ye's serious expression, Whitebeard could tell that it must be something big!

Then came a moment of silence!

. . .

When the small boat pulled up to the giant whale ship, the entire Whitebeard Pirates were having a feast.

But Chen Ye did not attend the banquet.

He, Whitebeard, and Marco walked through the noisy crowd and went straight into the heart of the giant ship.

Captain's cabin.

boom.

The heavy wooden door closed behind us, shutting out all the noise and fervor outside.

The captain's cabin was dimly lit.

The air was still thick with the smell of aged wood and strong liquor.

This is where the Whitebeard Pirates make their decisions.

Every time a door closes, it means something that could change the course of the ocean is about to happen.

The relaxed atmosphere on the deck transformed into a tense atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing.

The white-bearded man didn't sit down.

His mountain-like figure stood in the center of the room, with the enormous naginata called "Murakumo-giri" leaning against the wall beside him, silently releasing pressure.

Marco leaned against the door as usual, arms crossed, his face revealing undisguised confusion.

"Gurarararar, kid, what's going on? Why are you being so secretive?"

Chen Ye didn't speak.

He walked to the huge wooden table that could seat dozens of people, stretched out his right hand, and lightly tapped the rough surface with his index finger.

hum!

A circle of golden ripples spread out from his fingertip, and the soft light instantly illuminated the entire room.

Within the light, three Chinese characters composed of pure energy emerged from the tabletop and hovered in mid-air.

Those three words carried an ancient and bloody aura.

Valley of the Gods!

The moment Marco saw those three words, his expression froze.

Of course he had heard of that name.

History books, legends, the end of the Rocks Pirates' demise.

Why would Ke Chenye bring it up now, in this way?

Whitebeard's reaction was completely different.

"!!!"

In that instant, all the expressions on his face vanished.

Those eyes that had gazed down at the sea for decades suddenly shrank to a single point.

A chilling, violent, and terrifying killing intent, mixed with horrific memories, exploded from his body!

That murderous aura wasn't directed at anyone in particular, but rather surged from the depths of his soul—a forbidden nightmare.

He will never forget it.

That place, that battlefield, was the most tragic, bloody, and unforgettable hell of his youth, a place he never wanted to recall.

Countless monsters that once fought side by side, countless enemies so powerful they inspired despair, all turned to dust in history there.

"Kid..."

The white-bearded man's voice was hoarse and deep, as if it were squeezed out from rusty gears.

"What do you mean by mentioning this place?"

The temperature in the room seemed to have dropped.

Chen Ye raised his head, his golden eyes meeting the white-bearded man's murderous gaze.

"Dad, Brother Marco."

He spoke, his tone calm, but his words stirred up a storm.

My goal is what I achieved thirty-eight years ago.

"The God Valley Incident!"

boom!!!

It was as if an invisible thunderclap had exploded in the captain's cabin!

Marco could no longer sit still; he abruptly stood up straight, his face a picture of absurdity.

Going back to the past?

Valley of the Gods thirty-eight years ago?

"Kid, are you crazy?!"

Whitebeard could no longer contain the storm raging within him. He took a sudden step forward, causing the entire Moby Dick to shudder violently!

He grabbed Chen Ye's shoulder, his massive hand, capable of crushing steel, trembling with excitement.

"Do you even know what that place is?! It's hell! A meat grinder for monsters! That madman Rocks! Roger! Garp! And those damned Celestial Dragons and their lackeys!"

The world's most notorious lunatics and monsters all gathered on that day! And you went back alone.

Whitebeard was really anxious.

They were even afraid.

He had witnessed how terrifying that war was; it was a hellish battlefield where even he nearly died.

He couldn't imagine, and he absolutely wouldn't allow, his most cherished family member to walk into such a deadly predicament alone!

Chen Ye's expression remained unchanged.

He just shook his head.

"No, Dad, I'm not crazy."

And don't you believe in my abilities, Dad?

"And the hell you see is the truth I want."

"There lie the secrets I must know: about Rocks D. Xebec, about why he challenged the Celestial Dragons, about what those self-proclaimed 'gods' are hiding, about the eight hundred years this world was erased... All the answers, all the origins, perhaps can be found on that battlefield."

Hearing Chen Ye's words!

The white-bearded man released his grip on Chen Ye's shoulder.

A trace of weakness emanated from his tall frame.

He knew he couldn't persuade his son.

Just like back then, he couldn't persuade Roger to turn himself in.

Some things are destined to be done by some people.

Marco struggled to process this horrifying news, and he spoke with difficulty.

"Chen Ye... just like before, travel back in time, right?"

He asked the most crucial question.

That's right!

But this time, there will be a price to pay!

cost?

"What price?" Whitebeard and Marco asked in unison.

"I have toyed with time many times, and time... will naturally toy with me in return."

He spoke softly, his voice carrying an indescribable sense of vicissitude.

This statement is filled with ominous implications.

Whitebeard and Marco's hearts jumped into their throats.

Chen Ye turned around and looked into the extremely tense eyes of the two of them.

His expression became extremely solemn.

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"This timeline of time travel, the period I spent in the Valley of the Gods, no matter how long I stay there again—a day, a year...

He paused.

Let that heavy pressure completely envelop the entire space.

Then, he uttered that answer.

"In the real world... about two years will have passed."

"...Two years?!"

Marco gasped in shock!

His mind went blank; he couldn't understand what those two words meant at all!

Two years!

In a rapidly changing new world, anything can happen in two years!

A ruler falls, a new era rises!

Chen Ye is going to disappear for two whole years?!

Whitebeard was completely stunned.

His imposing figure stood frozen in place, like a stone sculpture.

His mouth was open, but he couldn't make a sound.

He had considered countless terrible consequences: shortened lifespan, severe injury, or even being forever banished by time.

But he never imagined that the price would be like this.

It is "time" itself.

Two years...

For an old man like him who doesn't have many days left to live, two years is such a luxury.

The immense impact swept through the entire captain's cabin.

In an instant, all the sounds disappeared.

All that remained were the faces of the white-bearded man and Marco, filled with disbelief, horror, and bewilderment.

The captain's cabin was deathly silent.