"Sand Crocodile, it's been so many years, I didn't expect you to return to this sea area!" Marco sighed with a reminiscence.

"It's been twenty years." Sand Crocodile touched the golden hook in his left hand, "Even I didn't expect that there would be a day to come back."

"If it weren't for the captain, maybe this day would be unlimitedly delayed." After all, when Sand Crocodile thought, if it weren't for Roy, he would be afraid that he would fall into the huge pit of ancient weapons in his life and would not be able to climb out.

Of course, what Sand Crocodile didn't know was that if it weren't for Roy, he would have been defeated and thrown into the Propulsion City two years later, and it took another two years before he returned to the new world.

"Is Nightmare? That guy is indeed a monster." Marco suddenly changed his lazy temperament and stared at the sand crocodile with bright eyes. "But one thing I can't understand is that you even chose to betray your father. Why did you willingly surrender to Nightmare after twenty years?"

"Betrayal? It's not a betrayal, it's just that the concepts are different." The Sand Crocodile exhaled a smoke ring and suddenly found that Enilu and Augustine were looking at him with a gossip on his face, and they almost took out a small stool to eat melon seeds.

The corners of the sand crocodile twitched a few times and said speechlessly: "Twenty years ago, after witnessing the execution of One Piece King Roger and the words he said before his death, I walked towards the sea like most people, full of longing, and entered the new world with triumph. Finally, I overestimated my ability and suffered a crushing defeat. I have to say that his courage is indeed extraordinary. Not only did he not kill all the enemies of me, but he proposed to let me stay on the ship and join his pirate group."

"Well, it's just like the experience of that little devil." The sand crocodile spitted a smoke ring at the freckled young man who was sucking next to him, and Ace was confused.

"That's right, your talent is extraordinary. You have made many contributions to the battles in the south and north, and you will soon become the captain of the second team." Marco said a hidden secret from the Whitebeard Pirates without any shocking death.

"What? Could it be that the captain of the second team who had been hanging in the air for a long time kept for him?" Yi Zang, who joined the group late, shouted.

"I can't say that, I just haven't had the second team candidate in my father's mind." Marco shrugged.

Ainilu and Augustine both had mysterious expressions, and they secretly sighed that Lao Sha was indeed a man with a story.

"One Piece Roger was executed, and the Golden Lion Ski was captured into the city. In this case, the position of One Piece, as long as the Whitebeard is willing, it is simply within reach. If I had followed my advice at that time, this sea would have been the world of Whitebeard, and there would have been no such situation as the so-called Four Emperors." Sand Crocodile said unhappily.

"You should understand that Dad is not very interested in these things. He just wants to have his own family." Marco looked at the sand crocodile meaningfully, "And the reason why Dad is unwilling to compete for hegemony is also for us. As long as there is a battle, there will be sacrifices. Dad does not want any of his sons to die, so he will bear the strongest name in the world by himself."

The members of the Whitebeard Pirates on the side widened their eyes. Over the years, they have more or less complained. After all, their Whitebeard Pirates are clearly the strongest in the world, but they only guard their own one-acre three-point land, allowing Kaido and even Red Hair to catch up with them and go hand in hand. They always feel unwilling to accept it.

Now after listening to Marco's explanation, they only felt their noses were sour. Perhaps this was the true meaning of their father. They used their tall body to block the wind and rain, silently dedicate without asking for rewards.

"Ha, what an idiot's idea." The black-bearded dych in the crowd looked down upon, "The old man in Whitebeard protects his son so well that they cannot recognize the world. It would not matter if he could live forever, but he is a mortal after all, and he will always grow old and die. After losing the Whitebeard's flag, the seemingly huge Whitebeard Pirates has become vulnerable."

"It seems that I have to speed up my pace. As long as I can accept his legacy, I can become the Four Emperors in one step, and even use the power of the fruit to become the real One Piece." Tichi looked at the two people in the center of the hull and licked his dry lips. "Nightmare Roy, I will definitely become One Piece earlier than you!"

"I don't understand what you said!" Sand Crocodile's voice was a little hoarse, "But when reality and ideals conflict, I will still choose ideals. Since he doesn't want to be One Piece, I will become One Piece myself."

"But you still failed." Marco said to the point.

"You are right, I am indeed a loser." Sand Crocodile mocked himself, "So, after meeting the captain and witnessing his ambitions, I made up my mind to surrender. Yes, I will make Nightmare Roy the next One Piece."

Looking at the Whitebeard Pirates who were glaring at him, Sand Crocodile raised his left hand and sneered, "No matter what you think, at least I think I have paid off the kindness of Whitebeard."

"So that's what you think?" Marco suddenly realized: "So not only did you not escape at that time, but you took the initiative to attack my father's angry blow, and even cut off your left hand, and did not hesitate to do so?"

"That's right, I'm different from you guys who are mediocre. As long as you can witness the ultimate of this world with your own eyes, I'm willing to pay any price!"

"Is the so-called ideal... more important than family?" Marco said tit-for-tat: "It seems you are right. You and we are indeed not the same person."

...

"Boy, I remember what the newspaper said, you don't seem to be twenty years old yet." Whitebeard asked while drinking.

"Well, if you count it based on this body, it should be nineteen." Roy said with endless memories in his eyes.

Whitebeard did not delve into the meaning of Roy's words, but laughed: "I didn't expect that it has been almost twenty years? You, who happened to be born in the wave of the era that Roger started, may be the real evil generation."

"I originally thought that the so-called great pirate era opened by Roger with his life was just introducing some so-called garbage into the sea. Now it seems that the great pirate era opened by him still gave this lifeless sea a little more vitality!"

"Age of the Great Pirates? It is indeed a blessing for the strong, but it is hell for the weak." Roy shook his head and said.

"I didn't expect you, a little devil, to have such compassion. I thought your mind was full of killing, Kulalala."

"It is precisely in order not to fall into hell that I will continue to force myself to become stronger." Roy drank the drink in the cup, "Only the strong can dominate everything. This is the truth told by the so-called era of the Great Pirates!"
Chapter completed!