"Video Through Anime: Inventory of the Top Ten Combat Ceilings"

Sengoku slammed the table in fury, nearly smashing his den-den mushi to the ground.

"Garp! The water you let through is bigger than the entire East Blue! What am I supposed to say to you?!"

Beside him, Garp's expression darkened. The scene of Ace being pierced through the body by magma was burned into his mind.

A raging fire ignited in his heart. Trembling, he ignored Sengoku and strode toward the door.

Sengoku's heart tightened. He jumped up from his chair, his body coated in Armament Haki, and forcefully pressed Garp to the ground, rendering him immobile.

"Garp! What do you think you're doing?!"

Sengoku was asking the obvious. As friends for decades, he knew exactly what Garp intended to do.

"Soldiers! Restrain Vice Admiral Garp!"

"That brat Akainu... He dares to kill my grandson?!"

Pinned down by Sengoku, Garp remained silent, but tears of hatred streamed down his face.

"Garp! Remember your position! Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to send you to prison for reflection!"

With the assistance of several vice admirals, Sengoku restrained Garp with heavy chains, dismissing the others afterward.

"Ace is Roger's biological son. The entire world knows this now, Garp. Do you understand what that means?"

Sengoku sympathized with Garp, but justice could not be swayed by personal feelings.

"As long as the Pirate King's son lives, as long as the remnants of the old era exist, people will continue to live in fear. The Navy cannot establish its authority, and the new era will never arrive."

Standing with his hands behind his back, Sengoku gazed out at the night sky, lost in thought.

"This war is inevitable... And it has come sooner than expected."

Originally, Sengoku had planned to gather all naval forces at Marineford before publicly announcing Ace's execution and his identity as Roger's son.

But the videos from the Multi-Anime Projection had disrupted their plans. The Summit War would arrive ahead of schedule.

"If my guess is correct, Whitebeard must already be on his way to Marineford."

Sengoku's brows furrowed. Although the Navy's forces were nearly assembled, concerns still lingered in his mind.

"Who exactly is the creator of the Multi-Anime Projection?"

Pacing back and forth in the conference hall, Sengoku summoned all intelligence personnel.

"You've all seen the trending videos from the Multi-Anime Projection. Find the creator. I suspect they are deliberately causing trouble for the Navy and the government!"

"Yes, sir!"

The intelligence officers vanished in an instant. After giving the order, Sengoku picked up his den-den mushi, preparing to contact the Seven Warlords of the Sea, summoning them to Marineford.

Using their granted privileges as leverage, he coerced them into compliance.

Dressrosa — Donquixote Doflamingo, Warlord of the Sea

"Got it. I'll be there."

Doflamingo hung up the call, a twisted smile creeping onto his lips as his laughter echoed through the room.

"So, the old era is coming to an end? It's about time these old fossils stepped aside! Fufufufufu!"

Amazon Lily — Boa Hancock, Warlord of the Sea

"I shall depart immediately."

The cold demeanor vanished the moment the call ended. Hancock clasped her flushed cheeks, her long, slender legs swaying with excitement.

"Lord Luffy! I will see Lord Luffy again~!"

Moria and the other Warlords also received summons from Marineford.

A few hours later, Sengoku and Garp were strategizing in the conference hall when the den-den mushi rang.

"Reporting, sir! All Warlords have been contacted except for Dracule Mihawk—he's unreachable."

Sengoku frowned. Mihawk was the least likely to be unreachable. The only reason he had agreed to become a Warlord was his preference for a quiet, undisturbed life. If even he had gone off the radar, something must have happened!

"Keep trying! We must reach him before Whitebeard arrives."

In this unpredictable war between the Navy and Whitebeard, every major force could sway the outcome.

Sengoku couldn't afford such risks.

"Garp, are you joining this war?"

Still bound by chains and tied to a support beam, Garp had calmed down considerably.

"I can't guarantee I will fight."

Garp never hid his feelings. The justice he upheld and his deep love for Ace made him want to remain a bystander.

But he couldn't make any promises.

"I want to visit Ace in Impel Down."

Sengoku sighed deeply. If Garp wouldn't fight, then so be it. Just his presence, carrying the legendary title of Vice Admiral Garp, would be enough to inspire the Navy soldiers.

Whitebeard Pirates — Emergency Meeting

The division commanders of the Whitebeard Pirates held a secret gathering with only one topic on the table:

Ace must be saved!

However, none of them wanted to see their father march toward death, yet they couldn't stop him either.

Whitebeard's health had already deteriorated significantly, making it impossible for him to handle this war alone.

"We absolutely cannot let Pops go to Marineford!" Marco stood up, his voice firm. Diamond Jozu took a deep swig of liquor.

"I agree. I don't want Pops to fight in this war."

The fourth division commander, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"If Pops doesn't go, we have less than a ten percent chance of rescuing Ace. Have you considered that?"

His words silenced the entire room.

"We've all seen the power of the Navy's three Admirals. And with Sengoku and Garp stationed there, we stand no chance."

A heavy silence fell over the group. Marco then took out his phone, opening the Multi-Anime Projection and locating the videos posted by Bei Feng.

"Since the creator of these videos knows the future, I'll ask him for help."

[Private Message from Marco to Bei Feng]

[Hello, I am Marco, the First Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates. Because of the videos you uploaded, our crew is now heading to Marineford. We do not want Ace to die there, nor do we wish for our father to perish. Do you have any advice for us? If you can help us, we are willing to offer you the Mythical Zoan: Tyrannosaurus Fruit as a reward.]

Bei Feng's phone was on silent mode. At that moment, he was indulging in luxury, reveling in the pleasure brought by wealth. Seventy thousand yuan had been squandered in a single night.

The next morning, as he awoke in his rental apartment, he was once again bombarded by an overwhelming flood of messages.