NOVEL WEB Chapter 210: Chapter 210
"No way? Am I seeing things?"
Jesus Bu rubbed his eyes hard, staring at the newspaper, stunned.
"What's going on now?"
The rest of the crew, seeing Jesus Bu's reaction—one that rivaled the time they first saw Roger return alive—rushed over, suspecting more explosive news had broken.
Jesus Bu shoved the paper into the red-haired man's hands and pointed at the print.
"The Flying Pirates... Golden Lion Shiki. He's back too."
The news article was brief but jarring. It detailed the current chaos unfolding on the battlefield and revealed that Roger was on his way there.
It also announced that Golden Lion Shiki, long missing for over two decades, had returned—apparently ready to join forces with Roger to take on the Navy.
The red-haired captain scanned the report, and the corners of his mouth twitched subtly.
"Did the Navy just poke a hornet's nest? Are they planning to wage war on the entire world at once?"
Shanks couldn't help but gripe aloud. But this wasn't just casual frustration—it was well warranted.
While the Navy had recently bolstered its strength with a few powerful new recruits—rising to an impressive force of seven Vice Admirals—it still paled in comparison to what they were up against.
They were facing:
The Pirate King Gol D. Roger himself.
Whitebeard, Edward Newgate.
The Red-Haired Pirates.
And now, the Flying Pirates, led by Golden Lion Shiki.
Each group boasted terrifying battle prowess.
Golden Lion Shiki, as seen in the latest images, hadn't aged a bit—he looked like he was still in his prime. At the very least, his strength was equal to a top-tier Emperor.
Whitebeard had aged and was suffering from illness, but his battle power had only dropped to the Emperor's peak. In full health, he would easily surpass that level.
As for Roger—there was no doubt—his strength was well beyond even the Emperor class.
Shanks himself... was also operating at peak Emperor-level combat power.
With so many high-level forces gathered, a few Vice Admirals were hardly enough to pose a threat.
Even if Garp and Sengoku joined the fray, it would be near impossible to hold off so many elite fighters. The situation was absolutely unwinnable.
"The World Government must be planning to intervene… They've probably already dispatched someone with combat power at Admiral or higher," Ben Beckman said, cigarette hanging from his lips.
"Which makes this even more complicated."
Shanks exhaled deeply. The world government's involvement confirmed it—the situation had escalated beyond anyone's control.
Meanwhile, in the East Blue…
Kairos Flint lay stretched out on the deck of the Myth Sky, gazing peacefully into the horizon.
There was no sign of concern on his face—only the calm of a man who had everything under control.
His quiet confidence stood in stark contrast to the chaos enveloping the New World.
Roger had returned from the dead.
Golden Lion Shiki—Roger's rival and one of the fiercest pirates of his time—had also reemerged.
The Navy was preparing to face a storm the likes of which the world had never seen.
"Kairos, aren't you a bit too relaxed?"
Nami had changed into a dazzling swimsuit, strutting across the deck and waving in front of Kairos teasingly.
"Keep teasing like that," Kairos said with a smirk, "and I won't hold back. Justice may need to be served right here."
Nami pouted, plopping herself onto his lap, then pulled out a newspaper from behind her back.
"Golden Lion Shiki's back. He's probably already heading to the battlefield."
She opened the newspaper for him to read.
Kairos skimmed the article and chuckled.
"They want me to come back again? Those fools must've forgotten what happened the last time."
Robin walked over, gently closing the books that had toppled from the bookshelf nearby.
"Captain," she said thoughtfully, "the battlefield's in absolute chaos. Handling this situation won't be easy."
"With our crew? Please. It'll be a walk in the park," Uta said with a grin, pausing her volleyball game with An Zai to chime in.
And she was right.
Their combined strength now rivaled—or surpassed—that of most naval forces. They had nothing to fear.
An Zai, still adjusting to life aboard the Myth Sky, was delighted with her new friends and the excitement of daily life at sea. To her, it was a dream come true.
"Alright," Kairos declared, rising to his feet. "Let's go shake up this so-called war. Time to join the party."
He hadn't planned on heading to the front lines.
But after thinking it through, the temptation was too strong to resist.
The battlefield was teeming with high-ranking officers. Every one of them was at least a Colonel—perfect for harvesting massive quantities of high-level crystals.
If he skipped this battle, it'd be a tragic waste.
Nami immediately sprang into action, readying the ship for departure—but Kairos scooped her into his arms.
"No rush. There's still time until the end of the month. At our speed, we'll arrive just fine. For now, let's... handle something else first."
His eyes flicked down to her swimsuit.
"You look gorgeous today."
Nami flushed, realizing his intent.
Moments later, the two disappeared into their quarters.
Elsewhere…
The Whitebeard Pirates were just as stunned.
The newspaper was like a thunderclap.
Roger was alive.
The Flying Pirates, led by Golden Lion Shiki, had returned.
And all of them were heading to the battlefield.
"Pops… Should we still keep searching for Devil Fruits?" Marco asked, mouth twitching. The article felt like a deliberate provocation by the World Government.
They hadn't gone after any major pirate groups… but they'd chosen to execute Roger's son.
As if they wanted Roger to emerge from hiding in the East Blue.
The rest of the crew murmured among themselves.
Whitebeard remained silent, gripping the newspaper tightly, his expression unreadable.
"Roger… are you really alive?"
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Whitebeard's lips.
Anyone who knew him well could tell—he was thrilled.
Roger was more than just a rival—he was the one friend Whitebeard had truly respected.
They were enemies, yes—but also brothers in arms in many ways.
Their bond had always existed in that strange, undefined space—part friendship, part rivalry.
And now, the idea that Roger might truly be alive again brought Whitebeard genuine happiness.
When Roger died… it had taken Whitebeard a long time to fully recover from the grief.
But now?
Now he might just get to see his old friend again—alive and strong, just like in the old days.
And from the pictures in the paper… Roger hadn't aged a bit.
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