I Brought Brainrot (Tiktok) to the One Piece World

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"Canyon Captain," a blogger supporting the Marine side, posted a video analysis:

"Although the prediction ability of Observation Haki is indeed a bug, e-sports ultimately depends on operation."

"Just like in high-level games, even if a player has strong awareness, if their hand speed doesn't keep up, it's useless."

"Admiral Kizaru's light-speed operation is no joke; as long as he catches a weakness, he can instantly complete a kill."

Meanwhile, the "New World Commentator," who strongly supports the Seeing the Future team, fought back with classic battle examples:

"Katakuri's performance in the battle against Kizaru is the best proof!"

"Seeing the future combined with a control chain is practically unsolvable. Imagine a perfect combo of five people hiding in the bush; Kizaru wouldn't even be able to flash."

"Once this strongest output point is stopped, the other lanes can snowball, and finally, they can lead the super soldiers straight to the crystal!"

Currently, the poll launched on the platform shows a 50/50 tie in support rates.

A group of people discussed intensely, and some had already found business opportunities and even started betting.

...

Night fell, and the sea surface of Marine Headquarters shimmered with moonlight.

The forty-three warships of the Whitebeard Pirates were quietly anchored, and the bonfires on the ships formed a river of stars in the night.

A grand banquet was laid out on the deck of the Moby Dick, with huge wine barrels lined up, and the smell of roasted meat mixed with the salty sea breeze.

"Gurarararara! Ron, bring out all the good wine you've hidden!"

Whitebeard slapped the specially made giant wine bowl, making the tableware on the deck clatter. His Murakumogiri leaned against the side of his seat, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Ron smiled and unloaded a large wine jar from the back of a Sea King. There were still remains of the wax seal that had just been broken on the jar: "Twenty years aged, special blend for Devil Fruit users."

The moment he broke the mud seal, the rich smell of wine made the surrounding Pirates swallow in unison.

Morgans flapped his wings and landed on the edge of a wine barrel, with a phone for live streaming still hanging around his neck:

"Everyone! This is a historic moment!" He drunkenly raised his wine glass, "The Four Emperors, former Admiral, and famous News King streamer are gathered here—"

"Shut up and drink!" Whitebeard waved his hand, and the air current directly blew Morgans's feathers upright.

The News Coo wisely shrunk its neck and turned the camera toward Shanks and his group who were boarding the ship.

Shanks walked under the moonlight, his cloak gently swaying behind him.

He carried two barrels of wine with one arm, followed by Benn and others.

"I heard there's good wine?" He smiled and threw the wine barrels to Jozu, "A specialty from the East Blue."

The atmosphere on the deck immediately became lively.

Marco distributed sea bowls to everyone, Vista skillfully sliced the charred skin of the roasted meat with his twin swords, and Whitey Bay led the female crew members in a lively dance.

No one mentioned Ace's name, nor did anyone discuss tomorrow's final.

At this moment, they were just a group of drinkers gathered under the moonlight.

"To my son!" Whitebeard raised a wine bowl as large as a bathtub.

"...To freedom!" Shanks's eyebrows raised slightly.

"To... a Pirate world without violence," Ron smiled and raised his glass.

The group toasted and drank,

Morgans fell asleep beside the wine barrel, still muttering, "Headline... definitely a headline..." His phone was tilted to the side, and the live broadcast showed only the swaying starry sky and muffled laughter.

Then Ron ended Morgans's live broadcast.

In this rare moment of peace, the flags of the Four Emperors fluttered gently in the night wind, and the moonlight spilled into everyone's wine bowls, as if holding a small, temporary peace.

After three rounds of drinks, the moonlight had climbed to the top of the mast.

Whitebeard tilted his head and drank the last drop of wine in his bowl, the liquid dripping down his white beard onto the deck.

Marco opened his mouth as if to speak but hesitated, only to be stopped by a look from Whitebeard.

The conversation between the Four Emperors, of course, had to be started by the Four Emperors themselves.

"Gurarararara..." Whitebeard slammed the wine bowl heavily on the table and turned to look at Shanks, who was gnawing on a chicken leg across from him,

"The intern kid on Roger's ship." His voice was low and deep, especially clear on the silent sea, "Tomorrow's match... I'll leave it to you."

Upon hearing this, Shanks put down the chicken bone in his hand and casually wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth.

He picked up his wine glass and drank it in one gulp. When he put the glass back on the table, the face that always wore a smile had become very serious.

"I can win the match, but there's a condition." A sharp light flickered in Red Hair's eyes, and his fingers gently tapped the wine glass.

"Tell me."

"After Ace is released, the Whitebeard Pirates must gather their power and no longer start large-scale wars that could overturn the balance of the Sea."

The laughter on the deck stopped suddenly.

Marco's fingers without thinking ignited with blue flames, Vista's twin swords slightly came out of their sheaths, but Whitebeard suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter shaking the wine bowls:

"Gurarararara! Good boy!" His huge hand slapped the table, making it creak, "The kid who used to wet his pants on Roger's ship back then dares to make deals with me now!"

The laughter gradually stopped,

Whitebeard's eyes became deep, "However... you are right."

He slowly stood up, the moonlight casting his majestic figure into a long shadow: "This era indeed needs a new order." Murakumogiri gleamed coldly in his hand,

"I agree, as long as Ace... returns safely."

Shanks's smile returned to his lips. He raised his refilled wine glass: "To the new era."

"To a Sea without violence," Ron said with a smile in his eyes, "The new era will definitely be an era without violence."

Morgans had woken up at some point and was secretly adjusting the angle of his phone camera.

Whitebeard glanced at him: "Little bird, if you dare to report what happened tonight..."

"I understand, I understand!" Morgans immediately covered the Den Den Mushi with his wings, "Drunken talk, never to be spread!"

The sea breeze swept across the deck, carrying a salty scent.

In this temporary peace, the outline of the new era seemed to be gradually forming under the moonlight.

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Compared to the party on the Whitebeard Pirate ship, Marine Headquarters had begun holding meetings overnight, determined to win tomorrow's match and needing to thoroughly study tactics!

The meeting room at Marine Headquarters was brightly lit, the thick curtains blocking out the moonlight.

Sengoku stood with a serious face in front of the tactical board, which was densely filled with the hero usage and win rate data of every member of the Red Hair Pirates.

"According to the lesson from the Whitebeard Pirates today," Sengoku's fingertip tapped heavily on the "Shanks - Li Bai" data, "the show of Observation Haki's seeing the future in the game is a near-cheating battlefield prediction ability."