Chapter 262: The Resurrection of the Pirate King Roger

"Is it my dream, Clan Head Buggy?"

The desert messenger vanished; Crocodile stood in the center of the tent, looking at the red-nosed Buggy.

To be honest,

even though Buggy possessed power greater than his own, he did not hold the other in high regard.

Perhaps it was because the other had once been a small-time Pirate from the East Blue; if not for the appearance of the Samsara Game, the other wouldn't even have the qualifications to eat at the same table as him, which was why he held such thoughts.

Choosing the other as an ally in the beginning was also because of this.

But since the cooperation had been reached, Crocodile still said: "My dream is to build a military nation that will not be threatened by any force—in other words, my very own Lishixiang!"

According to the original trajectory, he did indeed create the prototype of Lishixiang 【Cross Guild】 with Mihawk and Buggy.

It is just that now,

Mihawk has become a member of the Hongfa Xiangkesi Adventurer Guild, and he has indeed reached a cooperation with Buggy, only he has gone from a dominant position to being a Deputy Clan Head.

These things are not important.

"Deputy Clan Head, forgive my bluntness, but your dream is too narrow; it should be thrown into the trash heap!"

Buggy said this without any reservations.

Crocodile's expression turned gloomy as he said: "Clan Head Buggy, although we are allies, your words belittling my dream are very likely to cause cracks in our alliance."

To think he was being mocked for his dream of creating Lishixiang by the red-nosed Buggy he looked down upon?

How ironic.

"I was once a crew member of the Pirate King Roger!"

There was no mocking expression on Buggy's face; looking at the furious Sand Crocodile, he merely pointed at the Pirate flag above his head.

"Due to certain reasons, I was unable to head to the final island, Lafute Lu."

"We are Pirates; the final island was once the place all Pirates dreamed of."

"For a long time, because of the talent of Hongfa Xiangkesi and the praise from Captain Roger, I once gave up on my own dream and cowered in the weakest East Blue."

Speaking of this, Buggy raised his head and grinned hideously: "Deputy Clan Head, I know that even though you joined the Desert Circus, you still look down on me, right?"

"You think I only stand in a position higher than yours because of luck."

The Sand Crocodile did not speak, merely smoking his cigar calmly.

He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"But I am very sorry, this is the cruel reality!"

Buggy erupted with an aura—not the kind of bluffing stuff, but an aura approaching that of top-tier players like Hongfa Xiangkesi.

"Whether it is luck or accident, the current me and the Buggy Pirates already possess the opportunity to contend for the world!"

"Since that is the case, then I will dominate this world!"

"A military nation not threatened by any force?"

"Ridiculous, how could such a thing exist, especially on this sea where fate has been shattered by the Samsara Game!"

"Only power and wealth can create the Lishixiang you speak of!"

The Sand Crocodile, suppressed by the aura, did not expect Buggy to say such things; he was stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

"All power and treasure are in the Samsara Game; let us go and take them together!"

Before the Sand Crocodile could react,

Buggy had already picked up a Den Den Mushi, connecting to the broadcast of the entire island.

On this island were countless chaotic Pirates—all of them fellows captured by the Navy and loathed by kingdoms.

Buggy's voice, through the speakers, spread throughout the entire Maogu Zhen where the Pirates gathered.

"We are the Desert Circus family!"

"You trash Pirates, scum, villains, bandits, poor wretches abandoned by your dreams!"

"Perhaps you will be captured by the Navy tomorrow, or killed by adventurers, so you hide here now, spitting on your dreams?"

"But your lives haven't ended yet, have they?"

"It is still roaring! You fools who are content with the status quo, if you want it, reach out your hands, become peripheral members of the Desert Circus, and seize what you once wanted most!"

"From the hands of the Navy, the Revolutionary Army, and the adventurers, let us go and plunder it together..."

"This world!"

Maogu Zhen was silent.

All the noise was suddenly interrupted, as if covered by the Jingji Guoshi.

A moment later,

someone's wine glass fell to the ground, shattering with a crisp sound, just like a candle flame igniting the atmosphere.

The entire island began to boil.

Snap.

The cigar was bitten in two.

The Sand Crocodile looked with complex eyes at the figure who had just made such bold declarations.

Is this the Buggy he had regarded as a small-time East Blue Pirate?

He knew very clearly,

that after he became Deputy Clan Head, he wanted to use Mohji to establish his authority, and the seemingly unreliable Buggy was likewise using him to establish his own.

However, with this ruthless spirit of daring to declare war on the world, he was truly convinced!

"Understood, Captain."

In the Grand Line, on a stolen slave ship,

a gold coin floated in mid-air, spinning constantly, before finally vanishing, erupting with golden rays of light.

Beside them,

was the Lunaliayazu brat who wanted to find the adventurer Shanks, and Rayleigh, whose face was full of tension.

A moment later, a hearty laugh rang out from within the golden glow: "Is that you, Rayleigh? I feel like I've been asleep for a long time."

The light gradually faded,

revealing the figure of the man who had first sailed around the Grand Line and become the Pirate King all those years ago.

He was still wearing the greatcoat from when he was executed by the Navy, his leather boots were somewhat tattered, and his messy black hair was scattered carelessly.

At that time, he had been so tormented by illness that he had no mind to groom himself, so he looked like a great pirate who had been wandering the seas for months.

But now, abundant strength was surging forth continuously, and there was no feeling of pain whatsoever.

"That's right, you really have been asleep for a very long time, Captain Roger!"

The corners of Rayleigh's eyes were moist, and tears were already streaming down his face unconsciously.

The Lunaliayazu brat widened his eyes, never expecting that he would truly be able to see a legend who had already died come back to life.

Is this the great power of the Samsara Game?

"Hahaha, even your hair has turned white; it's truly surprising that you've become an old man, Rayleigh!"

Roger was bewildered at first, but then quickly reacted and asked: "I should have already been executed by the Navy; was I resurrected by you using a Devil Fruit?"

"The Underworld Fruit? No, that's not right; the Underworld Fruit must be eaten while one is still alive."

"Then is it the Surgery-Surgery Fruit? That's also impossible; the Surgery-Surgery Fruit has no way to resurrect someone who has died. Could it be a new Devil Fruit that appeared during the time I was dead?!"

As he spoke, he excitedly grabbed Rayleigh's shoulders.

He could still clearly recall the pain of weapons piercing his flesh during the Navy execution; there was no possibility of a faked death.

Moreover, he had been terminally ill and could not have lived much longer anyway.

It could only be that,

a new miracle had been born on this sea after he died.

To Roger, that meant a brand-new adventure, so it was no wonder he was this excited.

Rayleigh shook his arm, locked Roger in a headlock, and teased: "You idiot Roger, as you are now, you can only be considered a brat to me!"

"Even if I'm an old man with all my teeth fallen out, I am still the Vice Captain of the Roger Pirates; how dare you speak to your Captain in such an insubordinate way!"

Having finally met again,

the two of them hadn't even exchanged two sentences of pleasantries before they were brawling together.

(End of this chapter)