- Dimensional Gods’ Selection: Only I Know Saitama is the Strongest
- OKSTS Chapter 128
**Chapter 128: A Dominating Entrance!**
**Navy Headquarters.**
**Marineford.**
At this moment, the Navy had transformed its headquarters into an impenetrable fortress.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku…
Admirals Aokiji, Kizaru, Akainu…
Vice Admirals Garp, Tsuru, Doberman, Onigumo, Strawberry, Momonga, and others…
Nearly every high-ranking officer and top-tier fighter in the Navy was present.
Below them, an army of 100,000 elite marines stood guard, strategically positioned across the island.
To bolster their forces, the **Seven Warlords of the Sea** had been summoned to aid the Navy.
The island was teeming with people.
To confront Whitebeard, the Navy had mustered its full might.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to call Marineford a fortress of unparalleled defense.
Against such overwhelming power, any pirate crew would be crushed under the weight of despair—except for the Whitebeard Pirates.
As one of the Four Emperors ruling the Grand Line, the Whitebeard Pirates demanded this level of attention.
—
High atop the execution platform, Ace knelt with his hands shackled in Seastone cuffs, surrounded by the masses.
Moments earlier, Fleet Admiral Sengoku had made a shocking announcement via Den Den Mushi to the entire world.
“…Your mother, Portgas D. Rouge, gave birth to a child inheriting the most cursed bloodline in the world, one year and three months after the death of your father.”
Sengoku’s gaze locked onto Ace. “That child is you. Your father is none other than the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger!”
The world was left in stunned silence.
No one had imagined that the legendary Pirate King, who had once conquered the Grand Line, had left behind a bloodline on this earth.
The significance of this execution became painfully clear to all.
Ace clenched his fists and hung his head in silence, his expression unreadable. Beneath his lowered gaze, his face was filled with anguish.
If he had a choice, he wouldn’t want to be Roger’s son. To Ace, Whitebeard was his true father.
—
The execution was set for high noon.
As the time drew closer, the marines on the island grew increasingly tense.
Everyone knew the Whitebeard Pirates would come for Ace. A battle was inevitable.
—
“Fire Fist Ace is Roger’s son? Unbelievable…”
“Do you think he’ll really come to rescue Ace?”
“The strongest man in the world… I can’t even imagine how terrifying he must be.”
“Don’t worry. Even if they come, they can’t succeed. All the Navy’s forces are gathered here today!”
“Yeah, maybe the Whitebeard Pirates won’t even dare to show up.”
“That’d be for the best. Fighting monsters like that is terrifying…”
Behind one of the cannons, a group of young marines whispered among themselves. Their commanding officer overheard them and barked, “Don’t you have anything better to do? If you’ve got energy to gossip, use it to clean your weapons. Focus on your duties!”
The scolded marines quickly dispersed.
The officer, however, couldn’t suppress his own concern.
Even among the seasoned ranks, the anticipation of the looming battle weighed heavily.
—
The sun climbed higher in the sky, inching closer to noon.
The sea remained eerily calm.
Everyone knew Whitebeard would come—it was only a matter of time. This anticipation heightened the tension, creating a suffocating silence.
**100,000 soldiers.**
Not a single word was spoken.
The oppressive atmosphere felt like the calm before a devastating storm.
—
“This silence is unsettling,” Boa Hancock, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, remarked with a serious expression.
Doflamingo laughed maniacally. “What a strange feeling… It’s almost unnatural!”
Dracule Mihawk, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, his sharp gaze piercing the horizon.
“They’re here.”
—
Everyone turned to look.
In the distance, the calm ocean surface was disrupted by the appearance of a fleet of pirate ships.
The lookout atop the observation tower shouted in panic, “They’re coming!!”
Alarms blared across the island as the Navy prepared for battle.
—
“Everyone, prepare for combat!” a vice admiral ordered.
Cannons were adjusted, and soldiers gripped their weapons tightly.
On the execution platform, Sengoku’s expression darkened as he stared at the approaching pirate fleet.
“They’ve made it this far undetected? How is that possible?”
No one had an answer.
As the ships drew closer, the marines identified their flags.
“Doma the Wanderer, McGuy the Thunder Lord, Decalvan Brothers… All the infamous captains under Whitebeard’s banner are here!” the lookout reported.
A vice admiral demanded, “Where is Whitebeard himself?”
The lookout scanned the fleet. “I… I don’t see him or his commanders yet.”
“Should we open fire?” another officer asked.
“Hold your fire! Whitebeard is nearby. He’s up to something. Stay vigilant and report the moment you spot him!” the vice admiral barked.
—
Suddenly.
The calm waters of the bay began bubbling violently.
Everyone’s attention shifted to the unusual disturbance.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku and the admirals turned their gazes toward the inner bay, their expressions darkening.
Akainu’s ears twitched as his face grew grim.
Sengoku wiped away a bead of sweat. “Don’t tell me…”
Garp, the legendary marine hero, narrowed his eyes at the bay and muttered to Vice Admiral Tsuru beside him, “Could he really be emerging from such an unexpected location?”
As if to confirm Garp’s suspicion…
—
A colossal pirate ship burst from beneath the waves, breaking through the surface and revealing itself in the heart of the bay.
The **Moby Dick.**
The massive flagship of the Whitebeard Pirates appeared directly in front of the marines, shocking everyone present.
The marines froze in disbelief.
The Moby Dick had entered the battlefield in the most spectacular and unexpected way imaginable.
On the ship’s deck stood Whitebeard’s legendary commanders: Marco the Phoenix, Diamond Jozu, Flower Sword Vista, and the rest of the fourteen division commanders.
And at the center of it all was **him**.
—
The towering figure of **Whitebeard** stood at the forefront of the Moby Dick. His overwhelming presence was palpable, even from a distance.
Even a single glance was enough to feel the terrifying weight of his aura.
—
Whitebeard grinned as he looked toward Sengoku atop the execution platform.
“It’s been decades, Sengoku. How about a little reunion?” he bellowed with a hearty laugh.