Doubts

"Although I knew the chances of failure were high, if I just lived an ordinary life like this, I'd feel sorry for the blood running through my veins, and also..."

Blackbeard did not say the rest, but he knew exactly what it was.

It would mean wasting the alterations Rocks had made to him.

The reason his body was different from everyone else's was because Rocks had used the Op-Op Fruit to modify him long ago.

That was why his body itself was the product of modification.

Without those modifications, none of this would have been possible.

After all, his ability to eat so many Devil Fruits was not some special constitution passed down from ancient times.

It was the result of using some of the Op-Op Fruit's abilities to modify him.

His body had changed as well.

And judging from the current situation, since he had both the right time and place...

Then all that remained was the most important thing.

When the Dark-Dark Fruit had appeared, Blackbeard realized that his ambition had a chance.

The blood in his veins had already proven it.

He would absolutely not let this matter fade into obscurity.

Ace had clearly realized that as well.

Now he understood why Whitebeard had said that if he truly brought this up now...

Just as Whitebeard had said, it would be completely meaningless.

After all, Blackbeard had inherited Rocks' will. Ace roughly knew what he wanted to do now.

And because of that, he naturally knew Blackbeard would definitely do this.

Since that was the case, there was no need for him to dwell on it.

"So you've prepared yourself to die too!?"

After hearing Blackbeard's words, Whitebeard no longer intended to waste his breath.

He stared at Blackbeard, thinking that he must have prepared himself