Raising Legends in Roger’s Shadow

Chapter 297 297: This News Will Shake the World

The clash of five Conqueror's Haki had reached a fever pitch.

The sky itself seemed torn into five pieces.

At first, Douglas Bullet's wild, violent aura was visibly forced inward under the combined pressure of the four supreme Conqueror's wills. He had underestimated them.

Then the ground beneath Bullet's feet collapsed with a thunderous crash. Cracks spread outward like a spider's web.

"Hah… interesting."

There was no fear in Bullet's eyes. Instead, his fighting spirit burned even hotter, like a volcano about to erupt.

"But you think this little bit of power is enough to stop me, Douglas Bullet?"

He drew in a deep breath. The black aura he had been suppressing suddenly boiled over.

A more primal force burst from his body. This was ferocity that had not been extinguished even by the endless torment of Impel Down. It was also the absolute confidence of someone who had pushed the Power of Fusion to its extreme and believed, without hesitation, in his own overwhelming strength.

"Rooooar!"

His Conqueror's Haki surged outward in a violent counterwave.

This was not the weakened version of Bullet from the movie.

In this timeline, he had not declined with age like the Pirate King's old rivals. He had not lost his way after Roger's death. The world of pirates was a world of will. Once the will weakened, strength followed.

Because Reed still lived, and because Reed remained monstrously strong, Bullet's own will had never collapsed.

Boom!

A deafening roar erupted along the boundary of their clashing Haki.

The black tide of Bullet's aura resisted the combined pressure of the four and even began to push outward, inch by inch.

The four attackers were forced into a deadlock.

One against four.

After being suppressed at the start, Bullet stabilized his footing and even showed signs of pushing back.

The sheer power of this man's Haki was terrifying.

At Golden City Plaza, everyone was shaken to the core by this abnormal clash of Conqueror's wills. The shock they experienced today surpassed everything they had felt in their entire lives. Every time they thought they had reached the limit of what power could look like, someone stepped forward and shattered that belief all over again.

At the same time, Reed, who had been lying against the children, yawning and muttering that everything was boring, had quietly sat up at some point. The lazy drowsiness vanished from his face. His gaze locked onto the projection where Bullet's savage aura raged.

"Heh…"

A low, knowing laugh slipped from Reed's lips. His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of his throne.

"Douglas Bullet. So you really crawled out of that hellhole after all. You finally showed up."

Compared to the original timeline, Shanks, Buggy, and the others had missed more than a decade of growth. Bullet, however, stood at his absolute peak.

In this lifetime, Bullet lacked nothing.

But the anticipation in Reed's eyes quickly turned cold. The allied kings, the Navy, and the World Government were all watching this unfold.

"You break out of Impel Down and instead of hiding somewhere to lick your wounds…"

Reed's voice dropped, heavy with menace.

"You dare march into my territory and try to steal my fifty billion Beli."

"You're insane."

"Or do you think I can't kill you?"

The last line was delivered with chilling calm.

On the battlefield, Bullet seemed to sense something. He suddenly looked up toward Golden City. Even from this distance, it felt as though he could feel that cold gaze on him. A more frenzied smile curled across his lips.

"Reed. Do you see this? This is the power I prepared for you."

Amid the overwhelming spectacle of five Conqueror's wills colliding and the sky changing color, a figure in a press uniform clung desperately to the relatively safer railing at the edge of Golden City Plaza.

It was Gin, the ace editor of the World News Agency.

He clutched a high powered visual Den Den Mushi and a shorthand notebook. His whole body trembled with excitement as he muttered nonstop.

"Brother, you're here too? Look at this. This scene is insane. Totally worth it. My life is worth it today."

He recorded frantically with shaking hands.

"Kids. My future kids. Look closely. Your dad, your granddad, your great granddad was right here today. Right here in Lord Reed's Golden City. I witnessed this legendary battle with my own eyes. Brother, look at this level of combat. Conqueror's Haki colliding like fireworks in the sky."

He was already drafting headlines in his head for when he got back.

"Shocking. Five emperor level powers clash. Golden City becomes the ultimate battlefield."

"Lord of the Mist hosts a grand feast as the Devil's Heir storms in. Who will seize the fifty billion Beli?"

"Exclusive frontline report. Our reporter stands at the heart of the supreme Haki clash, chatting casually and emerging unscathed."

Thinking about that last headline, Gin pushed up his glasses. A sacred glow filled his eyes. The kind of glow journalists get when they start artistically polishing reality.

"Yes, yes. That's the one."

He muttered to himself in excitement.

"Our reporter Gin was on the front lines, personally witnessing the earth shattering clash between four legendary sea heroes and the Demon Heir Douglas Bullet. Despite the raging waves, through extraordinary courage and the unseen protection of the Lord of the Mist, he escaped unharmed and brought back priceless firsthand information for the world. Lord Reed must be mentioned here. That part is essential."

The more he wrote, the more excited he became, as if he could already see the newspaper sales exploding.

"Brother, this is what you call news instinct. This is the front line. When I go drink and brag later, I mean industry交流 of course, I'll say that when so and so teamed up to fight Bullet, your boy was right there watching. That presence. Damn."

Moore noticed Dazhen getting too close to the edge.

"Dazhen, get back here. It's dangerous over there, even at this distance."

Gin was completely lost in his fantasy of reaching the peak of journalism.

Honestly, with a little polishing, who would ever know that he had actually been hiding behind a railing hundreds of meters away, shaking in fear?

News, after all, comes from life, but it always rises above life.

Gin turned to Moore.

"Moore. No, little Moore. Once I publish this world shaking scoop, who ends up being president between us two will be hard to say."

Moore and Motor stared at their phones in the classic old people scrolling pose.

Motor patted Moore on the head.

"Uncle, should we tell Brother Gin that we already sent the news out? It's not an exclusive anymore, and it's definitely not front page now."

Moore shook his head.

"Not in his current state. He'll go insane if we tell him now."