Ordinary Group Owner: "Enough with the buzzkills. Has anyone tried the free Lucky Draw yet?"
Ordinary Group Owner: "Normally, the first draw should come with some kind of bonus."
Be My Son: "Gurararara, then let this old man give it a try."
Boil Daigo Into Soup: "It's free anyway. Hopefully, I won't draw something too terrible."
Minato Namikaze: "It contains items from every group member's world. That really is something to look forward to."
Worst Spirit: "Precisely because it contains every item from every group member's world, the odds of drawing something valuable are even lower."
All items probably meant even flowers, trees, and grass were included.
Trying to draw something decent from so many things would require incredibly slim odds.
Son of Nature: "The Chat Group should have accounted for the probability issue. There should be a guaranteed minimum; besides, with our luck, the chances of drawing something good may not be high, but drawing something too bad should be impossible."
Son of Nature: "Now let's see what Pops, Madara, Daigo, and Minato Namikaze draw."
A trace of curiosity appeared in Bai Xuan's eyes. He really wanted to know what kind of items the group members would draw.
Meanwhile, in the One Piece World, Whitebeard stared blankly at the enormous realistic doll in his hands, his face full of disbelief.
Although his world's technological development differed from that of ordinary technological worlds, that did not mean he did not know what this was.
Even if he had not known, the Chat Group's description had told him enough.
[1:1 Giant Race Doll, custom-made for Giants. The perfect choice for easing loneliness and releasing passion.]
[Note: See how thoughtful I am, ()/]
Thoughtful my ass! Did he need this kind of thoughtfulness?
If he had not drawn it himself, and if the Lucky Draw's target had not been the Chat Group, he would have wanted to chop it apart with his Naginata!
Fortunately, he had deliberately gone to his room before drawing. Otherwise, if his sons had seen it, it would have become a joke.
Whitebeard let out a slight sigh of relief. A gentle white glow gathered in his hand as he prepared to tear the doll apart, but just as he was about to act—
"Creak."
"Pops, the banquet was going so well. Why did you leave? Is your body—"
Marco, worried about Whitebeard's health, entered the room and happened to see the enormous realistic doll in Whitebeard's hands.
Silence. The words of concern he had been about to say now refused to come out.
It really was a physical problem, but it was not one that they, as his sons, could solve.
Pops had reached that age too...
They really had not been considerate enough as sons. They had completely overlooked this issue.
They had not even known when Pops had ordered a realistic doll.
But no matter what, he could not use a doll as a substitute.
"What is it, Marco? What did Pops say?"
"And why are you standing at the door?"
Seeing Marco standing motionlessly outside Pops's room, Jozu asked a couple of questions in confusion before walking over as well.
Several other division captains were also curious and came over to take a look.
Then, seeing the oversized doll in Pops's hands, they fell silent.
"Pfft!"
"Who knew you were this kind of man, Pops."
"Pops truly is the World's Strongest Man. Even at his age, he's still full of vigor."
"Hahahaha!"
No one knew who was the first to lose it, but someone burst out laughing, and the others could not help joining in.
They had never imagined Pops had such a side to him in private.
Whitebeard's face turned from red to black. He directly threw the people at the door outside, then slammed the door shut.
His lifelong reputation had actually been ruined by a Lucky Draw!
If word got out, how was he supposed to be a father anymore?
But what he did not know was that this was only the beginning.
After Ace and the others were blasted out, they began discussing Pops's lifelong happiness.
"We need to take Pops's situation seriously."
"But with Pops's physique, ordinary women probably couldn't handle him."
Marco nodded and thought over the women on the seas who might be suitable enough for Whitebeard. In the end, he and Ace spoke in unison:
"Big Mom?"
But they rejected that idea the very next second. There was absolutely no way Pops and Big Mom could work out.
Yet aside from her, they could not think of anyone suitable.
"How about we ask a news agency to find Pops a wife?"
"Giants may be rare, but there should still be some around."
Jozu put forward his idea. Marco and the others looked at one another, then nodded.
"That's the only way."
Whitebeard had not expected that he was about to suffer social death across the entire sea.
And Marco and the others' "thoughtful" betrayal gave Whitebeard one more reason to "train" them.
Ordinary Group Owner: "@Be My Son, @Uchiha Dance King, @Boil Daigo Into Soup, @Golden Flash, what did everyone draw?"
Ordinary Group Owner: "Why hasn't anyone said anything yet?"
Worst Spirit: "I'm guessing they drew something bad, maybe even something embarrassing."
Son of Nature: "I think you're right."
Otherwise, they definitely would have posted it immediately to show off.
Boil Daigo Into Soup: "I don't know how to put it. See for yourselves."
Boil Daigo Into Soup: "image.jpg"
[Skill Book: Sow Postpartum Care]
[With one gentle pat, you will master the highest level of sow postpartum care and become the Friend of Sows in the pig world.]
Boil Daigo Into Soup: "Who wants to become a Friend of Sows?! Why did I draw this kind of skill book?!"
Boil Daigo Into Soup: "Why would they put this kind of thing in the Lottery Pool? Isn't this just messing with people's heads?!"
He could have accepted shooting skills, driving skills, combat skills—any skill at all. Why did it have to give him sow postpartum care?!
Ordinary Group Owner: "Hahahahaha, Daigo and sows? Hahahaha, I can't, I can't. I absolutely can't imagine that combination."
Son of Nature: "Although drawing this really is a little hard to imagine, it's not necessarily a bad thing."
Son of Nature: "If you leave the Victory Team someday, you could raise pigs. Besides, we have a saying here: raising pigs leads to wealth."
Son of Nature: "Does thinking of it that way make you feel any better?"
Boil Daigo Into Soup: "I see. My ass! Even if I leave the Victory Team, I don't want to raise pigs!!!"
Worst Spirit: "Then there's nothing to be done. shrug.jpg"
Ordinary Group Owner: "Madara, Pops, what did you draw?"
Ordinary Group Owner: "With Daigo setting the bar so low, it can't possibly be any worse, right?"
Boil Daigo Into Soup: "I don't want to admit it, but there probably can't be anything stranger than this, right? Even a rock would be better than it."
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