chsdbacks Chapter 368: The protagonist always makes his appearance last!
Chapter 368: The protagonist always makes his appearance last!
The golden light dissipated.
Light particles are like shattered stars, falling and then annihilating.
Chenye's boots stepped onto the scorched, frozen earth of Egerhad.
A cloud of dust exploded.
The trench coat danced wildly in the aftershocks of the energy before finally falling to its death.
The whole world has been choked.
The battlefield, filled with the roar of artillery fire, was brought to a standstill.
A seraph wielding a laser sword.
A vice admiral who gritted his teeth and faced death.
Everyone froze in their tracks.
The air was as thick as molten iron.
Each breath felt like swallowing a mouthful of rust and sulfur.
In the deathly silence, a series of footsteps sounded particularly jarring.
Shanks casually tucked the famous sword "Griffin" back into his belt, as if he had just finished a picnic. He strode towards Chenye, his black cloak billowing, a bright smile on his face as if he were reuniting with an old friend.
He didn't even bother to look at the Five Elders' murderous gaze.
Shanks only had eyes for that black-haired youth.
"Yo."
He grabbed Chen Ye's shoulder and slapped him hard several times, with a force that seemed to want to break him apart.
"Oh dear, you're a bit slow, Brother Chenye!"
Shanks grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his expression full of mockery.
"If you had come any later, I would have stolen all the limelight. I was just thinking, should I just sweep the whole place and throw a celebration party when you arrive?"
Chen Ye was jolted by the slap.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, reached out and flicked away imaginary dust from his collar, then slowly straightened his wrinkled trench coat.
The movements were graceful.
Calm.
It was completely out of place in the surrounding hell.
"Oh dear, what's the rush?"
Chen Ye raised his eyes, his golden pupils shimmering with light.
"Don't you know, Shanks? In those third-rate novels and scripts, the protagonist usually doesn't appear until the very end. That's how they're made to be cool and memorable."
"Hahaha! Fallacy! It's all fallacy!"
Shanks threw his head back and laughed so loudly that the air seemed to tremble.
The sound of their laughter and conversation filled the entire room.
There was no attempt to conceal it.
There was no whispering.
It's like chatting in your own backyard.
On the distant ruins, Luffy was excitedly waving his long rubber arms, his eyes sparkling.
"Chen Ye!! You're here too!! Hehehe! This is even more interesting!!"
laughter.
cheer.
Reminiscing.
The atmosphere here is as relaxed as a festival.
The scene shifts to the World Government camp.
The art style suddenly shattered.
A chilling aura known as "despair" spread wildly among tens of thousands of elite naval personnel.
This is not fear.
It was a fear etched into one's very bones.
A rear admiral with graying hair stared intently at Chen Ye's face, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
He saw the devil crawling out of the abyss.
"Clang!"
The knife in his hand fell to the ground.
The major general did not react.
His teeth were chattering, and his legs were as weak as noodles. If he hadn't been holding onto the wall, he would have already collapsed to his knees.
"It's...it's him..."
His voice was hoarse, trembling with sobs.
"That man... which nightmare has returned! The Marineford War... the man who turned Marineford into hell... why is he here?!"
Panic erupted like a plague.
"The Time-Space Emperor... Chen Ye..."
"It's over...it's all over..."
"Even with the Five Elders present, why do I still not feel safe..."
Despair is spreading.
At the center of his emotions, the veins on the hand of the Five Elders, Satan Saint, gripping his cane bulged.
His knuckles turned white from the strain, and the wooden handle groaned. His cloudy eyes burned with a palpable rage.
Memories of the Marineford War flooded back.
That is a disgrace to them as "gods".
It is the darkest moment in the world's governments in eight hundred years.
The culprit is this man who is still smiling right in front of you.
"Chen-Ye-!!"
Satan squeezed out the two words through his teeth, each syllable sounding like he was chewing bones.
Even the emotionless seraphim showed signs of abnormality.
S-Eagle's black blade drooped down.
The light in S-bear paws flickered.
As Chen Ye's aura swept over them, the red warning lights in their pupils flashed wildly.
That was the fear stemming from "bloodline factors," an instinct that even programming couldn't suppress.
They took a half step back.
Just half a step.
But that explains everything.
The deathly silence lasted for a few seconds.
One of the Five Elders, the Environmental War God Marcus Mazsan, broke the silence.
He was tall and imposing, with a long beard that reached his chest. Behind him, the shadowy silhouette of a gigantic, monstrous bird loomed, emanating a nauseating aura of malevolence.
That's enough.
The voice was somber, as if it had crawled out of the deepest part of hell.
Maz Saint took a step forward, the ground beneath his feet turning to scorched earth. He stared intently at Chen Ye, his eyes filled with resentment and a hint of barely concealed fear.
"That damned Chenye..."
Mazsan's voice resonated with the majesty of judgment.
"You were behind all of this, weren't you?"
He raised his withered fingers and traced them around.
He pointed to the white beard he was holding, which was cut from the shape of a cloud.
He pointed at Shanks, the red-haired man standing with his hand on his sword.
He pointed to the revolutionary army leader, Long, who was shrouded in a storm.
"White beard...red hair...revolutionary army..."
Maz Saint's tone grew increasingly harsh, and his killing intent intensified.
"Those people who should never have crossed paths, these pirates and revolutionaries who should have been killing each other... why are they all here at the same time, pointing their spears at us..."
"You're the one who assembled all of this, aren't you?!"
The final question resounded like a thunderclap.
All eyes in the room instantly became focused.
Tens of thousands of eyes fell on the man standing in the middle of the ruins.
Waiting for an answer.
The wind stopped.
The sound of the waves also disappeared.
Everyone held their breath.
When confronted with the question, Chen Ye did not rush to refute it.
The smile on his face didn't even change.
He took a gold pocket watch out of his trench coat pocket.
"Click".
The watch cover pops open.
He looked down and, by the firelight of the battlefield, checked the time.
"Hmm... two minutes earlier than expected."
He whispered, closed the watch case, and put it back in his pocket.
then.
He raised his head.
His golden eyes stared directly at Maz Saint, and at the five old men who stood at the pinnacle of world power.
His face was filled with undisguised mockery and ridicule.
He slowly raised his right hand.
Interlock your thumb and middle finger.
Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people in the audience.
Under the fiery gazes of the Five Elders.
"Snapped!"
A crisp snap of the fingers.
The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like it was hitting everyone's heart directly.
"Bingo!"
Chen Ye's voice was light and cheerful.
You guessed right.
Then, he spread his hands, shrugged, and struck an extremely irritating pose.
"but……"
He tilted his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"There's no reward!"
……