It's dark, gloomy, and cold. It feels like it's been abandoned by the world. There's no sound or light. It's like being in a black hole with no sky or earth.
The sky is dark, the air is cold and dry, it's really like hell and makes people feel devastated.
Ordinary people might go crazy after staying here for three days.
"Dong...dong..."
Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps from a distance, and at the same time, a coal lamp burned with a weak flame from far and near.
Through the weak firelight, you can vaguely see the rows of cells made of seastones, white bones, and withered bones. The whole scene is horrifying.
A figure stopped in front of a cell. Inside, a figure's hands and feet were firmly locked by chains protruding from the wall. At this time, his hair was disheveled and his head was hanging down, as if he was dead.
Perhaps sensing the light, the originally silent figure moved, then raised his head and looked outside the cell door, grinning at the person coming.
"Kap."
"Kacha..."
The cell door was opened, and Garp walked towards the cell with a coal lamp in one hand and a lunch box in the other. He sat cross-legged in front of Roger and placed the coal lamp and food on the ground.
"Let's see what's delicious today. It's meat legs again. Fortunately, there's still wine."
Looking at today's food, Roger was a little dissatisfied. With the sound of chains, he picked up the meat leg and started to bite it.
"Pour the wine on and drink more in the next few days."
He motioned to Garp to pour the wine. Roger had a good appetite.
With no expression on his face, Garp filled up the two wine bowls, while Roger couldn't wait to finish them off, with a look of intoxication on his face.
Garp remained silent and just watched Roger finish his drink and then refill it.
He drank three bowls of Roger in a row before he stopped, and even burped. However, under the dim light, his face was as white as a piece of paper, a bit too pale.
Although he was very haggard, he was very energetic at this time.
"Haha... Garp, this meat is good, and the wine is also good, thank you."
Roger was grinning while biting his meaty leg, very calm and open-minded.
Garp still didn't speak, but looked at Roger's face gradually showing a look of loneliness, and he was not in a good mood.
He couldn't describe how he felt, but he felt extremely depressed.
"Why are you looking at me like that? What's your expression?"
Roger was stunned and looked at Garp strangely.
"well..."
Garp sighed, as if he had aged several years all of a sudden.
"Why."
"Haha...are you talking about surrendering?"
Roger took a sip of wine, burped and looked at Garp indifferently.
"Why!"
Staring at this haggard but energetic face, Garp became inexplicably angry.
Roger's indifference made him angry.
"No reason, I just want to surrender."
After biting into a piece of meat leg, Roger's mouth was full of oil, and he licked his fingers like a child after eating.
"Ding...Ding Ding Ding..."
Shaking violently, Roger leaned forward, the chains on the wall tightened, and the wine in the bowl poured out.
At this time, Garp grabbed Roger's shirt angrily, and hoarsely said, "Look at me, why did you do this, why did you surrender."
"Garp, how long have we known each other? From the initial fight to now becoming close friends who cherish each other, what does this mean?"
The smile disappeared, and Roger calmed down and looked at Garp.
"I just want to know why you want to surrender."
Letting go of Roger, Garp sounded lonely.
Recalling that when the two met for the first time, he was deceived by this guy and successfully escaped. To this day, Garp still remembers Roger's triumphant expression.
It's so indescribable and infuriating.
It was also because I was punished that time.
Then he refused to admit defeat and chased this guy all over the Grand Line and the New World...
The first punishment, the second punishment, the third time, the fourth time...
It's all because of this. I don't know since when did Garp stop caring about punishment. He only has one purpose, to catch this guy and then throw his slipper on his face that needs a slap.
But this guy was very cunning and escaped from his hands time and time again.
The most important thing is that I suffered a lot of losses.
Every time he was caught, this guy let him go, as if he was deliberately showing off, which made Garp very angry.
So sometimes he catches this guy and inadvertently lets him go, just humiliating him in the same way.
Sure enough, the guy's face was ashen when he left like me.
Then they became completely at odds with each other, chasing each other almost all over the world.
As time goes by, a feeling called admiration and sympathy appears between the two of them, even though one is a pirate and the other is a navy.
When you are in a bad mood, you can chase this guy for a fight at any time, and you will always feel refreshed afterwards.
Both of them had some memories in their eyes, and Roger finally sighed.
"Garp, you have your principles, and I have my persistence. My name is Gol D. Roger, and your name is Monkey D. Garp. We are the same kind of people. Although we have chosen different paths,
Nothing can hinder D’s will.”
Roger looked serious and stared at the thoughtful Garp, seeming to be laughing at himself.
"You should have seen it."
After a moment of silence, Karp had mixed feelings, with anger, unwillingness, powerlessness, decadence in his eyes...
"Yes, I saw it and heard it. Do you want to hear it?"
Roger chuckled.
"It's not necessary. I can't afford the D clan alone."
Clenching his fists, Garp was unable to let go.
"Since you have backed down, then let me do it. After all, I don't have time anymore."
"Huh?" Garp wondered.
"I'm sick and there's no cure. I don't have much time left."
Very calmly, Roger took a sip of wine.
"With your strength, how can you get sick? It can also threaten your life."
Garp's eyes widened in surprise, and then he looked at Roger with a sudden realization, "Is that why you surrendered?"
"Haha... maybe this is my mission!" Roger grinned, not panicking about death at all.
"Since you don't want to tell me, I won't ask. What do you want to eat tomorrow?" Garp patted his butt and stood up, trying his best to be nonchalant and planning to leave.
"Hey, you know what I like to eat."
"There's really nothing I can do about you."
Garp walked out of the cell, closed the cell door, and then took the coal lamp and prepared to leave.
"Kap."
After taking two steps, Cap stopped and looked at the silly face in the cell with confusion.
"I forgot to tell you that I have a child."
Expectation, anxiety, and pampering, Roger looked at Garp with a silly smile, completely like an idiot.
"What...what did you say?"
Staring, Garp suspected that he heard wrongly, and walked to the cell in two or three steps, breathing rapidly.
"Lujiu is pregnant with my child and is about to give birth. I want to be a father."
"Impossible, this is impossible."
Karp was a little incoherent.
"Garp, if my child is a boy, she will be called Ace, and if she is a girl, she will be called Ann. But now it seems that she can't take my last name, so she will take her mother's surname of Potkas, and her full name will be Potka.
S. D. Ace, or Portcas D. Ann."
"Why are you talking to me so much? Don't you know I'm a navy?"
"I entrusted him to you."
Roger interrupted Karp before he finished speaking, and then said again of course, "I entrust him to you."
His pupils slowly dilated, and Garp clutched the cell with both hands, looking extremely irritable.
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Please tell me, how can the dead object in One Piece, that is, the saber, eat Devil Fruit? Is it because of the blood factor? That is, DNA? But why can it only eat animals? And how can it be eaten?
The farmer doesn't understand, so I can only ask you for help. Anyway, I don't know One Piece very well, so if I don't understand something, I can only ask you shamelessly.