Bloodline Factor

"Deliver a letter to the Whitebeard Pirates? Me?"

Aokiji pointed at his own nose, disbelief appearing on his usually calm and detached face.

He truly could not imagine what sort of letter required him, a former Marine Admiral, to deliver it personally.

"That's right! Because you're the most suitable candidate. And as payment, I can return the Ice-Ice Fruit to you." As he spoke, Allen took the fruit emitting a faint chill from his waist pouch and gently placed it before him.

Looking at the Devil Fruit that had once belonged to him, Aokiji was finally moved. He lowered his voice and asked, "Why does it have to be me?"

"Because anyone too weak might get beaten to death if they went, while those strong enough can't spare the time. So only you are suitable." Allen answered with complete honesty.

"Damn it! You didn't write something in the letter to provoke Whitebeard, did you?" Aokiji pressed a hand to his forehead, his expression pained.

After all, that was Whitebeard!

Before Allen's rise, he had held the throne of "world's strongest" for over twenty years.

Whether it was Kaido, known as the Strongest Creature, or the Marine Admirals, hailed as monsters, all believed themselves no match for him.

Even the Five Elders found the terrifying destructive power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit troublesome and frightening.

They feared that one day the old man might lose his mind, set off a monstrous tsunami near the Holy Land, and directly submerge the entire Red Line.

Allen smiled and spread his hands. "There's nothing provocative, just some hard truths that might not be easy to accept. Also, I heard Red-Haired wants to have a chat with Whitebeard too. You might even run into each other."

"This really is both a dangerous and troublesome mission. Fine,