A Thoughtful Giant Doll, Whitebeard's Social Demise

Ordinary Group Owner: "Let's not talk about such buzzkills. Has anyone tried this free Lucky Draw yet?"

Ordinary Group Owner: "Logically speaking, there should be a bonus for the first time."

Be My Son: "Gurarara, let this old man give it a try."

Boil Daigo Into Soup: "It's free anyway, I just hope I don't pull something too terrible."

Minato Namikaze: "It contains items from every group member's world; it really is quite exciting."

Worst Spirit: "Precisely because it contains every item from every group member's world, the probability of pulling something of high value is even smaller."

With every item included, it probably even covers flowers, trees, and blades of grass.

To pull something decent out of such a vast pool—what a minuscule probability that must be.

Son of Nature: "The Chat Group should have taken the probability into account; there ought to be a pity system. Furthermore, given our luck, while the chance of pulling something great isn't high, pulling something too terrible shouldn't be possible either."

Son of Nature: "Now, let's see what Pops, Madara, Daigo, and Minato Namikaze pull."

Bai Xuan's eyes held a hint of curiosity; he was very eager to see what kind of items the group members would receive.

Meanwhile, in the One Piece World, Whitebeard stared blankly at the giant, lifelike doll in his hands, his face filled with disbelief.

Although the technological trajectory of his world differed from a standard technological world, that didn't mean he didn't know what this was.

Even if he hadn't known, the Chat Group's annotation made it clear.

[1:1 Giant Race Doll, custom-made for the Giant Race. It is your premier choice for relieving loneliness and releasing passion.]

[Note: Look how thoughtful I am, ()/]

Thoughtful my foot! Do I need this kind of thoughtfulness from you?

If he hadn't been the one to trigger the draw, and if the object of the draw hadn't been the Chat Group itself, he would have wanted to take his Naginata and hack it to pieces!

Fortunately, he had specifically gone to his room before drawing, otherwise, if his sons had seen this, it would have been a laughingstock.

Breathing a slight sigh of relief, Whitebeard gathered a soft white light in his hand, preparing to tear the doll to shreds, but just as he was about to act—

"Creak."

"Pops, the banquet is going well, why did you leave? Is your health..."

Marco, worried about Whitebeard's health, walked into the room and happened to see the giant, lifelike doll in Whitebeard's hands.

Silence. The words of concern he had prepared were now impossible to utter.

It was indeed a health-related issue, but not one that they, as sons, could solve.

Pops had reached that age, after all.

They, as his sons, truly hadn't been attentive enough to Pops, completely failing to notice this aspect of his needs.

They didn't even know when Pops had ordered a lifelike doll.

But no matter what, he shouldn't be using a doll as a substitute.

"What's wrong, Marco? What did Pops say?"

"And why are you standing at the door?"

Jozu saw Marco standing motionless at Pops' door, and after asking a confused question, he walked over as well.

The other division commanders were also curious and came over one after another to take a look.

Then, looking at the oversized doll in Pops' hands, they fell into silence.

"Pfft!"

"I never thought you were like this, Pops."

"Pops is truly the World's Strongest Man; he really is vigorous in his old age."

"Hahahaha."

It was unclear who couldn't hold it in first and burst out laughing, but the others couldn't help but follow suit.

They never imagined that Pops would have such a side to him in private.

Whitebeard's face turned from red to black, then he threw the men at the door out and slammed the door shut.

A lifetime of reputation, ruined by a Lucky Draw!

If this got out, how could he still be a father!

But what he didn't know was that this was only the beginning.

After Ace and the others were kicked out, they began to discuss Pops' lifelong affairs.

"We really need to take Pops' situation seriously."

"But with Pops' physique, an ordinary woman probably couldn't handle it."

Marco nodded, his mind searching for a woman on the seas suitable enough to be a match for Whitebeard, and finally, he and Ace spoke in unison:

"Big Mom?"

However, this thought was dismissed the very next second; there was absolutely no way that could happen between Pops and Big Mom.

But besides her, they couldn't think of anyone else suitable.

"How about we find a news agency to put out a marriage ad for Pops?"

"Although the Giants are few, there should still be some out there."

Jozu proposed his idea, and Marco and the others looked at each other before nodding.

"That's the only way."

Whitebeard had no idea that he was about to suffer a "social death" across the entire ocean.

And the "thoughtful" "backstabbing" from Marco and the others 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 get from the Lucky Draw?"

Ordinary Group Owner: "Why hasn't anyone said anything yet?"

Worst Spirit: "I'm guessing they got something bad, maybe even a bit 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 this, see for yourselves."

Boil Daigo Into Soup: "Image.jpg"

[Skill Book: Postpartum Care for Sows]

[With a gentle tap, you can master the highest level of postpartum care for sows and become the Friend of Sows in the pig world.]

Boil Daigo Into Soup: "Who wants to be the 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 Lucky Draw pool? Isn't this just messing with people's heads?!"

Shooting skills, piloting skills, combat skills—he could accept any of those, so why give him postpartum care for sows!

Ordinary Group Owner: "Hahahaha, Daigo and sows? Hahahaha, I can't, I really can't, I can't imagine that combination at all."

Son of Nature: "Although it's certainly hard to imagine drawing this, it's not necessarily a bad thing."

Son of Nature: "If you ever retire from the Victory Team, you could go raise pigs. Plus, we have a saying here: raising pigs leads to riches."

Son of Nature: "Does that make you feel any better?"

Boil Daigo Into Soup: "I see. As if! Even if I retire from the Victory Team, I don't want to go raise pigs!!!"

Worst Spirit: "Then there's nothing to be done. Shrug.jpg"

Ordinary Group Owner: "Madara, Pops, what did you two get?"

Ordinary Group Owner: "With Daigo at the bottom, it can't get any worse than that, right?"

Boil Daigo Into Soup: "As much as I hate to admit it, there shouldn't be anything more bizarre than this. Even a rock would be better than that, in my opinion."