One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 6: An Oscar-worthy performance!

Ace... will die!

This predetermined death was like a black lightning bolt, instantly shattering all of Chen Ye's hopes.

As someone who is very familiar with the One Piece storyline, he is slowly experiencing the familiar plot himself.

Chen Ye wants to change the original ending!

But what can a weakling like him, who can't even start a system, do?

Waiting for the plot to unfold, and then getting caught in the meat grinder of the Marineford War, dying silently?

Do not!

Absolutely not!

With a "snap," Chen Ye snapped the broom in his hand.

He traveled through time not to relive that feeling of utter helplessness and despair.

But for the sake of!

Change the original ending, so that the original regret will not happen again!

The system energy is zero.

Unable to summon.

But the system is in his head.

This cheat code of his own possesses a hidden power capable of shaking the world.

The key to activating this power, that unique super "energy pack," is currently sitting on the huge chair at the bow of the ship.

Edward Newgate.

Can't wait any longer.

If he waited any longer, until Ace was led to the execution platform and everything was beyond saving, he would have completely lost his last chance.

He must immediately acquire a completely new identity.

An identity that would free him from his menial job, allow him to move freely on the ship, and even allow him... to openly and legitimately approach Whitebeard!

Then!

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the silent crew members on the deck, and precisely locked onto the direction of the bow.

There, the captains of almost all the divisions—the First Division Captain "Phoenix" Marco, the Third Division Captain "Diamond" Jozu, the Fifth Division Captain "Flower Sword" Vista—were gathered around Whitebeard.

The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.

They were discussing something.

Or rather, they're arguing about something.

This is the perfect time!

It's also the only chance!

Chen Ye loosened his grip on the broom, letting it crash onto the deck with a loud thud.

The sudden, sharp sound caused several nearby crew members to frown and look over in displeasure.

But Chen Ye no longer cared at all.

He straightened his mismatched T-shirt, took a deep breath, and strode towards the center of the world at the bow of the ship.

"Hey! You, the handyman! What are you doing?!"

"Stop right there! Is that a place you can go?"

The crew's shouts came from behind, but Chen Ye ignored them.

In his eyes, there was only that mountain-like figure.

Marco and the others also noticed the young man rushing over recklessly, and their faces showed displeasure and vigilance.

Joz took a step forward, his massive body like a wall, ready to stop this arrogant fool at any moment.

However, just when everyone thought he was about to clash with his father.

Chen Ye's legs went weak when he was about ten meters away from the white-bearded man.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

He knelt firmly on the deck in a perfect prostration position, his forehead slamming heavily against the hard wooden planks.

The whole process was swift and efficient, and full of a sense of ritual.

The Best Actor's performance has begun!

moment.

The entire room fell silent.

All the team captains were stunned.

Marco dropped the cigarette he was holding onto the ground, but he was completely unaware of it.

Bista's two signature long mustaches trembled slightly at their owner's astonishment.

Even Whitebeard himself, with his usually domineering eyes, showed a hint of surprise.

Followed by.

Even more astonishing than this astonishing act happened.

"Waaaah... Waaah—!"

A deafening wail erupted from Chen Ye's throat, shrill and tragic, filled with endless grievances and despair.

He looked up, and his once handsome face was now streaked with tears, completely overwhelmed by grief.

Large tears, like beads from a broken string, rolled continuously from his eyes.

"Dad!!"

Chen Ye used all her strength to let out a mournful cry, like the lament of a cuckoo crying blood.

He cried as he crawled forward a few steps on his hands and feet, his posture so humble that he was practically in the dust.

"Dad! I've finally... I've finally seen you!"

He cried so hard he could barely breathe, as if he were pouring out all the grievances he had ever held in his heart.

"My home...my family...they're all gone!"

These words instantly made the captains, who had initially found it somewhat comical, turn serious.

"Home?"

The white-bearded man's deep voice rang out, carrying a hint of emotion that was difficult to discern.

As if greatly encouraged, Chen Ye cried even louder, stretching out his trembling hand and pointing in a certain direction of the sea.

"They're pirates!"

My family was all killed by those wicked pirates!

Upon hearing this, the expressions of those around them changed!

Marco's eyes instantly sharpened.

Joz unconsciously clenched his diamond-like fist, making a "crack" sound.

The temperature on the entire Moby Dick seemed to drop several degrees.

Chen Ye keenly sensed the change in atmosphere and thought to himself, "It's done!"

But the performance on his face was even more intense, even more heart-wrenching.

"They...they said they were on Lord Kaido's orders to expand their power...My father, my mother...they killed them all to protect me! Waaaaah..."

He cried and wailed while frantically kowtowing, and his forehead quickly became red and swollen.

"I grew up listening to your legends! You are the greatest man on this sea! The father of all orphans!"

"They all say that only the Whitebeard Pirates' flag is a symbol of justice! Only by becoming your son can one achieve the greatest honor on this sea!"

"I escaped... I escaped for my life... My only thought is to find you! I only want to ask you one thing in person!"

Every word Chen Ye uttered seemed to be a desperate roar, a desperate cry of his life.

He twisted and refined all his fear of death, his anxiety about the future, and his anger at fate, and then poured them into this earth-shattering performance.

He wasn't acting at that moment.

He was that poor wretch who lost his family and saw Whitebeard as his last lifeline.

He was the orphan driven to despair by fate, forced to beg for a sliver of pity in the most humble of ways.

First Division Captain Marco stared blankly at the figure kneeling on the ground, crying like a child. He had seen countless people want to join the Whitebeard Pirates, some for fame, some for power, and some for protection.

But this was the first time he had ever seen someone plead to board the ship in such an extreme, so pathetic, so...sincere way.

He couldn't even find a trace of falsehood in those heart-wrenching cries.

The surrounding crew members had long since given up on watching the spectacle.

Sympathy, pity, and a deeper hatred for the Beasts Pirates were evident on everyone's faces.

Chen Ye cried so hard that she felt her voice was about to go hoarse.

He raised his head high, his eyes, completely blurred by tears, gazing hopefully at the insurmountable mountain, and with his last ounce of strength, made the boldest request of his life.

"Dad!"

Please!

"Please let me... be your son!"