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Chapter 167: God

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"And so..."

"Let this war be over."

Ian retracted his left hand, and the golden clock slowly faded away. He glanced at the stunned Marines and Revolutionaries, as if he had done something utterly insignificant.

Then, before their bewildered eyes, a rift opened in the air before him. He stepped through it and vanished.

A heavy silence descended upon Marineford.

Everyone was in a state of shock, their minds reeling. They could only think one thing: 'What... what kind of power was that?'

They looked up. The shattered plaza of Marineford was whole again. The fallen Marines and Whitebeard Pirates slowly rose to their feet.

Even their clothes were pristine, their stamina restored. If their ranks weren't in complete disarray, they would have thought the battle had never even begun.

"Pops, you're really alive...!"

"Thank goodness, Pops!"

Seeing the towering figure of Whitebeard, Marco and the others were overcome with emotion, tears streaming down their faces as they rushed towards him. It was true. Among those revived were Whitebeard and Ace.

If it had been the Five Elders or Im using their time manipulation, they wouldn't have been able to revive the dead. But Ian was different.

He was a Hollow who devoured souls, he could keep their souls from dissipating entirely.

"Marco... Jozu... Why are you here? Is this heaven? I've failed as a father... I couldn't protect you... Wait, am I... alive?"

Whitebeard was still disoriented, struggling to grasp the situation.

He had heard Marco's cries, the din of battle, and Blackbeard's laughter, all fading away as his vision blurred, the world dissolving into a boundless white void. Then, he had been pulled back.

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"Is he... a God? To even revive the dead..." After his sons explained Ian's intervention, he realized that this power transcended life and death. It wasn't something humans could achieve. It was the power of a god.

He had long suspected that Ian's power far surpassed his own, that its true extent was beyond his comprehension. He had wanted to know just how strong Ian was, but he hadn't been given the answer. Now, he knew. Ian's power was beyond life and death.

He felt a pang of regret. Before Ian had became too strong.. they should have had their duel. Now, it was too late....

"Zehahaha! Whitebeard, how many times do I have to tell you? My darkness absorbs and nullifies all powers!"

Blackbeard laughed, lost in his own arrogance.

He was still reeling from the shock. He hadn't expected the Black-Winged Devil to reverse time, not only reviving the dead but also returning the Tremor-Tremor Fruit to Whitebeard. But as long as he was alive, he could always find a stronger Devil Fruit, or even a way to counter that demon.

He casually raised his hand to block Whitebeard's attack, but this time, things didn't go as planned.

Whitebeard, not using the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, lunged forward, grasping the Supreme Grade Sword, Murakumogiri, which had been knocked away earlier. He brought it down on Blackbeard in a whirlwind slash.