【OP】Marco gets a chance to do it all over again

"[OP] Marco gets a chance to do it all over again" by TheSilvery

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Marco stood on the coast, looking at the scene in front of him in a daze.

A three-party melee: the Straw Hats, the Blackbeard Pirates, and a huge navy.

He doesn't quite remember how things came to this point. The boy wearing a straw hat and with a bright smile finally led his friends to find the small island where the great secret treasure "ONEPIECE" is hidden. It was Tichi and his party who had been stalking in secret, and then the navy generals such as Akainu, who had been chasing the straw hats for a long time, appeared, and the three parties fought like this.

Perhaps he should thank himself for his perennial keen sense of conspiracy and his deep understanding of Blackbeard's moral corruption. He had nothing to do with this battle, and he somehow noticed something unusual, and then hurriedly led the Whitebeard Pirates to the rest of the group. The crew rushed here with the life paper. After all, no matter how powerful the Straw Hats and his party are, it is impossible to deal with one of the four emperors and the admiral with the strength of ten people.

This is Ace's younger brother, and he is still the one whose father placed high hopes in the new era.

That being the case, their Bai Tuan should protect him.

Spare no effort until death.

The blue flames were burning, and he waved his fists and feet numbly to knock down one enemy after another.

The old man once said that he has no interest in Ralph Drew's treasure, but if the island has unparalleled scenery, it is not bad to take the children to enjoy the scenery.

Now that they are here, Ralph Drew is indeed beautiful beyond words, but everything is wrong.

There shouldn't be these burning gunfire.

There should be no less people who take them to enjoy the scenery.

Marco heard screams and groans of pain from around him.

He turned his head and saw Harta's small figure roaring and rushing into the gunpowder smoke, and never ran out again.

He saw Yizang cooperating with the sniper in the Straw Hat gang with precise marksmanship, until an unexpected bullet flew from the dark and pierced his shoulder blade.

He saw Joz use his remaining arm to resist the attack that was about to fall on the black-haired archaeologist.

He saw Vista holding double swords and trying his best to cover the orange-haired girl.

Here is hell.

It's no different from the war on the top a few years ago.

Everyone is hurting.

But only his wounds are healing.

Again.

Why is it like this again.

"Luffy--!!!!"

Then he heard a hysterical cry, turned his head suddenly, only to see the rubber boy's feet trapped in the spreading darkness, and then the lava roared, piercing his chest.

The straw hat fluttered down, swaying in the wind, and finally fell to the ground.

Just like the string of red beads many years ago.

Again.

Why is it like this again.

Then he heard a voice say to him:

"Do you want to do it all over again?"

Marco opened his eyes and found himself standing in a blue flame, the battlefield seemed to be at the far end, completely isolated from him.

He looked at the huge creature in front of him, the phantom beast that did not exist in reality, the gorgeous burning feathers, and the tail decorated with three gold chains.

He had only seen it when he ate the fruit as a child.

A real phoenix, a real phoenix.

"Do you want to do it all over again?" the phoenix asked him, its voice was distant and ethereal, bewitching.

"Do you want to go back and change everything?"

"Start when things haven't gone bad yet."

Marco didn't answer, he bowed his head silently.

The phoenix waved its wings, and the scene of the battlefield unfolded in front of him again: the thin body of the straw hat boy swayed and fell down, the green-haired swordsman and the blond-haired chef rushed over with roars—it didn't help.

Very much like him and Vista back then.

"Is this the ending you expected? Is this the result of your saying that you want to inherit Ace's will?"

Phoenix asked.

"I..." he murmured.

Of course not, of course not.

Then.

"If I'm not wrong, this is a deal, right? Tell me the price I need to pay." Marco raised his head, his blue eyes shining brightly from the burning cyan flame.

Phoenix smiled and said: "You are much more cunning than when you were a child. Yes, it is a deal, but it is a very profitable deal. The price you need to pay is only your own life, of course, your soul and body. The kind that burns to ashes.”

"...Is it worth it?" He raised his eyebrows.

"You and I both know that it's a good deal. Instead of facing this miserable future in pain, if we can go back to the past and spend the next few years in a happy way, so that everyone can live happily, then even if we come At this point in time, everything about you will cease to exist, so it’s still worth it, isn’t it?”

"..." He fell silent again.

Phoenix approached him and whispered in his ear: "Marco, I have been in your body for so many years, and I can't understand your thoughts very well. You are shaken, I can see it. So, think about it carefully. .”

After a while, he clenched his fist and clenched his teeth: "Deal."

"Marco! Marco! Are you listening?"

He heard someone shouting at him beside his ear, and waved a hand in front of his eyes, finally helping him regain his consciousness.

His sight regained clarity, and the first figure he saw was Sach with a standard airplane head, who stood beside him with folded arms, raised his brows with a dissatisfied and worried expression: "Ma Pinuo, are you alright? What the hell are you calling me up to give a lecture in public, but halfway through the training, you start to lose your mind in a daze, isn't baldness really a sign of your dementia?"

Marco stared at him blankly, with a familiar scar at the corner of his eye, and a bohemian smile.

He looked around again, more than a dozen captains were sitting obediently on the chairs in the meeting room, and even the black-haired freckled boy was not asleep, but looked here strangely.

And the owner of this boat was sitting behind him, still holding the wine bottle in his hand, gulping down heartily.

Marco still remembers the day when Sach got into trouble and didn’t write a report properly. His attitude was so bad that he was so angry that he called the other party up at the meeting to give a lecture. It was probably because he was too fierce at the time, even the usually naughty Ace Both Harta and Harta looked at obediently without saying a word. Considering that the eldest son was really under too much pressure and needed to vent, the father naturally didn't stop him.

He still stared at Sach, muttering in his mouth: "I...really come back?"

The chef at the plane head must have been really stared at by him, so he couldn't help but start talking again: "Pineapple head, you can't be in love with me, right? I'm very embarrassed with such fiery eyes, although I do know that I have boundless charm ..."

Before he finished speaking, he was startled by the sudden hug.

Marco took a step forward, wrapping his arms around his neck and wrapping his shoulders tightly, hugging him so hard that Thatch thought he was going to rub him into him.

"Hey, what's wrong with you..."

He paused again because he felt the uncontrollable trembling of the other person's body and the warm tears wet his shoulders.

He didn't ask any more questions, but just stretched out his arms and hugged him vigorously, patting the other person's back lightly:

"It's okay, Marco, it's okay..."

Marco didn't care that his performance this morning has since become one of the laughing stocks in the hands of everyone in the white group. If everyone can still discuss one thing so easily and happily, even if he is the one who is being laughed at, so what?

He is willing.

Sitting in the room, facing a pile of official documents on the table, Marco rarely wanted to be lazy, the golden sunlight slanted down from the window, he looked out through the glass, the round head of the Moby Dick Lovely, with Moby Dick's flag flying high on the mast.

"Oh!"

The door was knocked open, and it was Ace who rushed in. He was still as impulsive and reckless as Marco remembered.

"Ah! Sorry! Marco! I'll close the door now!"

The young man hurriedly turned around and closed the door again.

Marco watched from the side with a smile, his eyes were as gentle as water.

Ace rushed back to him again, his black eyes shining brightly: "Marco, are you okay? You behaved really wrong this morning! Are you too tired? If you are too tired, take a rest Just a moment! We will complete the task for you!"

Marco looked at him and smiled, only thinking that the little freckles on the other's face were cute as hell: "Then tell me where my mission comes from?"

Ace froze in place, blushed, and scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Marco, I will try my best to correct it in the future, less trouble and more help, I promise."

The young man's black hair was fluffy, and Marco finally couldn't help rubbing it, and now Ace's face turned redder, and he looked like he was going to burn—maybe he really would.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." He finally stopped the movement of his hands, "How about taking you for a ride tonight?"

"Really?!" Ace raised his head suddenly, eyes full of surprise.

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