area51novel Chapter 493: Ace's Fury!
Chapter 493: Ace's Fury!
Ace lowered his head.
Stare into Roger's eyes.
Do you know what I thought about every day when I was a child?
Why do I have your blood in my veins?!
Ace's voice wasn't loud. There was no hysteria.
Only resentment.
Roger didn't answer. He opened his mouth as if to speak.
He dared not say a word.
The only way to look up is to look up.
At this moment, he is a sinner!
Ace didn't wait for his reply.
He spoke faster and faster. His speech was like a sharp knife.
Roger was struck with pinpoint accuracy.
"My mother died because of you."
Ace's voice trembled. His hands clenched into fists.
He gritted his teeth. The name Gol D. Roger.
It was never an honor. It was a curse.
It is a shackle.
Why don't other people have to prove they deserve to live before they can live?
Ace suddenly raised his voice. His eyes were red-rimmed.
Resentment and anger intertwined, transforming into a raging fire.
He questioned the man before him. He questioned the world.
Why should I have to face malice the moment I open my eyes?
Luffy was stunned.
Luffy stood a few steps away. His straw hat swayed.
A shadow covered half his face. He clutched meat with bones in his hand.
He stood frozen in place, forgetting to eat.
The piece of meat slipped and landed in the dust.
He usually cherishes food the most. But he didn't even glance at it.
Luffy stared wide-eyed at Ace. He'd never heard anything like it before.
Ace was always strong and confident. He was always at the forefront.
He had never seen Ace like this before. Luffy felt a tightness in his chest.
A stone is pressing down on me. I'm having trouble breathing.
A wave of sadness washed over me. My eyes welled up with tears.
Ace tore through the hard shell. No more pretense.
No longer hiding it. Her eyes were frighteningly red.
The veins were covered in blood.
Ace raised his hand and pointed forcefully at his chest.
My fingers are trembling violently.
Why should I inherit this sinful bloodline?!
He laughed. A hundred times uglier than crying.
It was all resentment and bitterness. He was a monster.
An abandoned freak.
No matter how hard I try, no matter how well I do...
Ace stared intently at Roger, his gaze so intense it seemed he wanted to devour him whole.
"They always see you first."
The bloodline of the Pirate King. An insurmountable chasm.
All his efforts were wiped out. He was merely a continuation of evil.
Not Portgas D. Ace. Just Roger's son.
People only care about his blood.
Ace's voice was hoarse. Sandpaper rubbed against the glass.
"I'm going to fight, I'm going to get stronger, I'm going to become a pirate!"
With each sentence spoken, the body leans forward slightly.
He stared intently at Roger. His aura was sharp as a knife.
"It's not because I want to inherit anyone's legacy."
I don't need the Pirate King's throne. I don't need the One Piece.
He didn't need glory. He loathed being a pirate.
"I just want to prove that it's not a mistake for me to be alive."
Endless stubbornness. Bottomless suffering.
Too much was sacrificed for those three words.
He teetered on the brink of life and death. Pushed to the limit.
I just want to breathe with a clear conscience.
Sabo stood next to Luffy. The water pipes were creaking under his hands.
The stainless steel water pipe is deformed. The metal is groaning.
Sabo clenched his back teeth. His facial muscles tensed.
The leather boots crushed the stones. Instinctively, I took half a step forward.
It came to an abrupt stop.
Sabo had seen Ace at his most disheveled. At the garbage dump of Mount Colbo.
Ace was covered in wounds. He asked him in a hollow voice.
Whether or not he should continue living in this world, Sabo knew the answer.
This wasn't just said in anger. It was blood that had been swallowed.
It was suffering endured with one's life. Sabo felt a suffocating pain in his heart.
Suppressing his anger, he stared intently at Roger.
Be ready to charge in at any time.
Roger's back became increasingly hunched.
The straight spine collapsed. The mountain pressed down.
Ace's words were like a hammer blow, slamming him into the ground.
His forehead was almost touching the ground.
Roger had considered the consequences. He surrendered himself in Loguetown.
The World Government will retaliate. The Navy will hunt them down.
He hadn't considered that the consequences would fall on his son.
He thought Rouge could hide the child well. He was sorely mistaken.
Regret gnaws at my heart. A sharp, piercing pain.
The pain of breathing feels like being cut by a knife.
Ace suddenly raised his hand and fiercely wiped away his tears.
Tears mingled with dust, leaving behind muddy marks.
I don't want to cry in front of this man anymore. It's embarrassing.
not worth.
The more you apply, the more it spreads. It's gushing out like crazy.
My vision is blurry. I might as well just ignore it.
Put your hand down. Tears flow freely.
He continued to hurl insults at Roger.
"You died in style."
Ace pointed at Roger's nose. His voice broke down.
"You're laughing at me on the execution platform for starting this bullshit Age of Exploration?"
She questioned the man, utterly despising that smile.
"But what about my mother and me?"
The sound tore through the night sky. A desolate, desperate sound.
"We should bear all the sins you left behind for you."
Roger's face drained of color at the mention of Rouge.
His face was ashen white, devoid of any life.
His lips moved violently. He wanted to apologize.
I want to say sorry, but I can't make a sound.
My throat is blocked.
I'm sorry, it's too light. Like dust.
It cannot make up for twenty months of torment. It cannot bring back a life that has been lost.
Roger clenched his teeth so hard that his lips bled.
Blood dripped down his chin. He listened in despair.
He has no right to defend himself. He's a bastard.
The white-bearded man stood further back.
He carried the Murakumo-giri with one hand. Like a city wall.
The blade reflected a cold light. His tall figure cast a shadow.
Cover Ace's back. Provide him with confidence.
His eyes were as deep and dark as an undercurrent. Profound and cold.
He didn't interrupt. He didn't offer any words of comfort.
Roger must hear the wound clearly. Not a single word can be omitted.
Not a single word can be omitted. This is a blood debt.
The white-bearded man remained silent. Liquidation was the default.
Watching Roger finish the bitter drink.
Ace suddenly raised his voice, almost shouting it out.
Why should I suffer these things for you?
The sound was piercing. The vocal cords vibrated violently.
The energy surged within the barrier.
"Why should I live with this sinful blood on my back?"
The fire that had been simmering for over twenty years exploded. Reason shattered.
Ace lost control. He could no longer suppress his emotions.
Pain turned into a roar.
After roaring, Ace suddenly bent down.
He stretched out his hands and grabbed Roger by the collar.
The movements were extremely fast, carrying an aura of violence.
The fabric was torn and deformed. A piercing tearing sound rang out.
Roger was pulled forward and lost his balance.
He pressed his upper body against Ace. He dragged himself along the gravel on his knees.
Bloodstains were left behind.
Roger didn't resist. He didn't use his Haki.
Like a rag doll, left to be pulled and tugged at will.
Fall forward along the force.
The distance suddenly closed.
Roger was so close he could clearly see the tears in the corners of her eyes. The tears were scalding hot.
It seared my soul. I saw the despair and hatred in my son's eyes.
Ace saw the other person's face clearly. It was smeared with blood and tears.
It dripped down his chin. He looked extremely disheveled.
He's not the Pirate King. He's a pathetic father.
A sinner for all time.
The image was jarring. A poisoned needle had pierced the optic nerve.
A collision at extremely close range. Their breaths mingled.
Hatred and guilt clashed violently, sparking a flame.
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Roger instinctively raised his hand.
His fingers bent in mid-air, stained with mud and blood.
I wanted to support her trembling shoulders. I wanted to wipe away her tears.
This is a father's instinct. He wants to offer some belated warmth.
Then the hand stopped halfway.
He has no right to touch the child whose life he ruined.
Touching it will only cause harm. Ultimately.
His hand fell limply back down. His arm slumped weakly at his side.
He let his collar be gripped tightly. He let his raging anger pull him forward.
Close your eyes. Control your emotions.
Willing to accept punishment. Willing to be shattered to pieces.
Ace grabbed his collar.
The muscles in his arms bulge. The fabric is taut.
Veins bulged. A green snake coiled up.
His breathing was heavy. Hot breath sprayed onto Roger's face.
His other hand hung at his side. Under everyone's gaze.
Lift it up.
Power gathers in the right fist.
A low, trembling sound.
The square was deathly silent.
Marco looked slightly shocked. Joz clenched his fists.
Shanks closed his eyes. Rocks' smile faded.