What Could I Do When My Old Man Was Linlin's Simp?

"Since she said she had a way to deal with my condition, there was no need to wait for the next full moon..." Ortolan thought for a moment before speaking.

Originally, he had planned to spend another full moon here before leaving. But now that Charlotte Linlin claimed she might be able to cure this problem, why not head straight to Cake Island? He could go through a full moon there and verify whether what she said was true!

Of course, Ortolan was not going to believe everything Katakuri said. Charlotte Linlin herself suffered from Food Addiction, going into intermittent psychotic episodes and causing havoc at the drop of a hat. Could she really have a way to treat Bane Ortolan?

Still, considering he had nothing to lose, even if he spent the full moon on Cake Island and lost control again, it would be the Big Mom Pirates taking the loss. What did it matter to him?

Besides, Charlotte Linlin had lived with her mental illness for so many years. Maybe fellow patients really did have some useful experiences to share?

As the saying went, prolonged illness made a doctor, but doctors could not treat themselves. So while she could not cure herself, perhaps she could cure me... Yeah, Ortolan tried to find excuses for Charlotte Linlin, and it was definitely not because he coveted the gift she had prepared for him.

Come to think of it, when Katakuri first invited him to Cake Island, he had casually come up with a whole pile of excuses to refuse and made plenty of ridiculous demands. Charlotte Linlin had first found him Thousand-Ton Stones, so what gift had she prepared this time?

Thinking about it, he was actually a little curious.

"Alright, then when do we leave?" Katakuri asked excitedly as soon as he heard Ortolan agree completely.

Ortolan had nothing that needed delaying, so he slapped his thigh and said, "No time like the present. If it's convenient for you, how about we leave today?"

Katakuri was also worried that Ortolan might change his mind again. Besides, his main purpose in coming to Tyrean Island had been to bring Ortolan back, so he immediately said, "There's nothing inconvenient on our end. Let's leave now!"

"Alright. Wait for me a moment. I'll pack up and see if there's anything I need to take with me." As he spoke, Ortolan stood and headed into the house in the small courtyard.

Even after Ortolan entered the house, the smile on Katakuri's face did not fade.

"Brother Katakuri, is that guy really that strong?" Cracker, who had been ignored all this time, finally got a chance to speak and could not help asking.

"Isn't his Warhammer sitting right there? If you don't believe it, go try it," Katakuri said, lifting the huge water vat from the table again and taking a drink.

Cracker really did not believe it. Rolling his shoulders, he said, "I'll try it, then. Five Thousand-Ton Stones weigh as much as an ordinary three-masted sailing ship. I refuse to believe it..."

As soon as his words fell, Cracker stood and walked over to the forging platform, then grabbed the Warhammer's handle.

He gave it a fierce tug. The Warhammer shook slightly, which was enough to show that, as Charlotte Linlin's blood-related son, Cracker possessed tremendous strength himself!

When he failed to lift the Warhammer despite pulling with all his might, Cracker's gaze darkened. He seemed to start believing in Ortolan's inborn strength. No longer careless, he gripped the handle with both hands. The muscles in his arms bulged beneath his Biscuit Armor. After taking a deep breath, he heaved upward with all his strength!

He actually managed to lift and shift the heavy Warhammer a little. But after three to five seconds, Cracker's face had turned bright red, as though he had held his breath too hard and was about to burst every capillary in his face.

Yet for the sake of his pride and dignity, he did not simply drop the Warhammer. Enduring its crushing weight, he carefully lowered it back into place.

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Only after releasing the handle did Cracker finally let out a huge breath. He panted for several seconds before turning his head and seeing Katakuri looking at him with an amused expression.

That made the already red-faced Cracker even more embarrassed. Half ashamed and half aggrieved, as though acting cute, he complained, "Brother!"

He wore the appearance of a forty-year-old middle-aged man while striking that pose. It was fortunate Ortolan had gone inside—otherwise, if he saw it, he would probably be disgusted enough to slap Cracker across the face twice.

But Katakuri seemed long accustomed to his younger siblings showing such innocent sides before him. He laughed and said, "Now you understand, right? That strength alone makes him powerful enough. Not to mention, he also inherited Mother's Steel Bones and Iron Muscles..."

Hearing that, Cracker was somewhat convinced. The Charlotte Family bloodline was generally strong, but even Brother Katakuri, known as the "greatest masterpiece," had not truly inherited Mother's inborn strength. Cracker knew that very well.

And as for Mother's Steel Bones and Iron Muscles, it could be said that, until now, not a single child of the Charlotte Family had inherited that talent!

Only this Bane Ortolan, who did not even bear the Charlotte name!

The Charlotte Family was a family of pirates, and deep in their bones, they believed that the strong deserved respect. Katakuri was so beloved by his younger siblings partly because of his own charisma, but was it not also because he was powerful enough?

At this moment, Cracker did not realize that he had already begun to acknowledge this brother he had never met before.

Of course, Ortolan knew nothing of this. Even if he did, he would not have cared. What did it matter whether Cracker acknowledged him or not? As long as he did not come provoke him, everything was fine. Otherwise, if he truly angered him, he would drag Cracker off to work as a dockhand. If Cracker could not watch the ship properly, Ortolan would break his legs!

While Katakuri and Cracker chatted idly, Ortolan emerged from the house with a long sword in an exquisite scabbard in hand. He did not appear to be carrying anything else.

As though noticing Katakuri's slightly puzzled gaze, Ortolan said somewhat sheepishly, "When I went inside, I found the place bare to the walls. There didn't seem to be anything worth taking except this sword. It was my old man's keepsake... Once we get to Cake Island, I'll give it to her as a gift when we meet."

When Ortolan had lived here with his father, neither of them had produced anything at all. After all, his old man had once been a Great Pirate. Even in retirement, there was no way he would go out and work a job.

With his father setting such an example, Ortolan naturally had not turned out much better. He had once suggested going to the docks to carry bricks and earn some money, but his father had called him unambitious. A real man should live by plunder—what kind of skill was carrying bricks?

When Ortolan tried to argue that working people were the most honorable and the like, Saronis had become so angry that he nearly aggravated his old injuries and coughed up blood. Seeing that he could not persuade him, Ortolan stopped bringing it up.

The father and son's livelihood on Tyrean Island had mostly depended on... Saronis, the old man, acting like a local tyrant at the harbor and collecting protection money.

Now that he had been dead for some time, Ortolan had nearly used up what little savings the household had. Neither father nor son had ever had much awareness of saving money. So it could be said that Ortolan was now truly living in a house bare to the walls.

"A gift when you meet?" Katakuri's heart leaped with joy. The fact that Ortolan had such thoughts proved that his impression of Mother might not be as bad as Katakuri had imagined!

Little did he know that this was actually the last wish of Ortolan's simp father. When he had been close to his final breath, he had held Ortolan's hand and said that if Ortolan ever had the chance, he hoped he would give this sword to Charlotte Linlin. That way, he could protect his goddess in another form.

Ortolan did not want to think too deeply about his father's bizarre mindset. After all these years, he had grown used to that man's absurdity. Whatever his old man wanted was up to him.

Since it was one of his final wishes, Ortolan would take care of it while he was at it.

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