Correcting One's Mistakes Is the Greatest Virtue

Thinking that Lin Yan might have been under too much pressure.

Whitebeard did not think much of it.

Then.

Another ten days passed!

When Whitebeard arrived at the Seventeenth Division, he had thought Lin Yan might have accomplished something.

But as usual.

The Seventeenth Division was completely empty.

After twenty days.

Dust had already piled up on the tables and chairs.

"Where is Lin?"

Whitebeard's already somewhat dark complexion turned even darker.

"F-F-F... Father... the Seventeenth Division Commander... he's still at the back mountain."

The subordinate forced himself to answer.

"He hasn't come down?"

Whitebeard asked, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"He hasn't come down!"

The subordinate felt like he was about to go numb.

Division Commander.

Please stop fishing already.

Father has come by twice!

If you still do not come down.

Father is going to get angry!

Hearing this.

Whitebeard said nothing more.

He felt frustrated by Lin Yan's failure to live up to expectations.

If he had been busy training and breaking through a bottleneck, making it impossible for him to establish the Seventeenth Division, that would have been one thing.

But the problem was.

He was not even training.

Fishing?

Could fishing feed him?

Could fishing help him consolidate his abilities?

Could fishing make him stronger?

It could do none of that.

It was utterly pointless.

He had completely lost his mind!

"You, go to the back mountain and notify him. Tell him I'll be waiting for him aboard the Moby Dick!"

Whitebeard felt like his lungs were about to burst from rage. His face darkened as he spoke.

It was time.

To have a proper talk with Lin!

Thinking of Lin's strength and talent.

Becoming one of the Grand Line's top powerhouses in the future should have been effortless for him.

Yet at such a young age, he had already given up on himself.

Whitebeard would never allow Lin Yan to go farther and farther down this degenerate path of fishing.

Aboard the Moby Dick.

Whitebeard sat in the main seat of the meeting room.

At his sides.

Marco, Jozu, and Izo stood there.

They had also learned of the situation.

The corners of Marco and the others' mouths twitched.

He had spent twenty days fishing.

And the key was.

Father had found out about him slacking off and fishing.

In their eyes.

Lin Yan was probably in for a rough time!

Very soon.

Lin Yan at the back mountain learned what had happened.

His twenty bait had also just run out.

He immediately hurried toward the Moby Dick.

However.

At once.

A wave of startled cries rose throughout the meeting room.

Marco, Jozu, and Izo were all shocked when they saw Lin Yan.

The young nurses nearby also covered their little mouths one after another.

Pair after pair of eyes focused on Lin Yan.

They were all stunned by his appearance.

His hair was disheveled, his face was grimy, his clothes were tattered, and there were even spiderwebs in his hair.

He looked exactly like a homeless beggar!

Was this really the Lin Yan who had once swept through the entire Whitebeard Pirates all by himself?

"Lin, what the hell are you wearing?"

Marco asked in utter shock.

"Did you go picking through trash?"

Izo stood up directly as well.

"I heard you called for me and thought something major had happened. I didn't think much of it, so I didn't have time to clean up!"

"As for why I look so disheveled, it's probably because I spent a full twenty days fishing at the back mountain!"

Lin Yan answered them truthfully.

He scratched his head and removed the spiderweb from his hair.

"More than twenty days? Didn't you move at all?"

Marco could not help asking further.

"That was more or less the case."

Lin Yan did not deny it.

Hearing this.

The people present exchanged looks.

In each other's eyes.

They saw utter disbelief.

Damn it.

Wasn't he just fishing on a mountain?

Was he really this insane?

Like an old monk in meditation.

He had not moved for over twenty days.

Everyone was dumbfounded!

Whitebeard, who had been burning with rage just moments earlier, had much of his anger dissipate when he saw Lin Yan in such ragged clothes. "Lin, I have to say a few words to you about this!"

"Fishing is your hobby, and I can't interfere too much!"

"But you need to know your limits. Look at yourself. How many days do you think you've gone without food or water?"

At the mention of food.

"Grrr!"

Lin Yan's stomach growled as well.

For more than twenty days.

He had fished without eating, drinking, sleeping, or resting.

When it was put that way.

It really did sound a little horrifying.

"That's right, Father is correct. If you waste your skills and that enviable talent of yours because of fishing, the loss will far outweigh the gain!"

Marco nodded and spoke earnestly.

Listening to their heartfelt advice.

Lin Yan picked at his ear.

Training?

Train my ass.

Was training as good as fishing?

Could training improve him as quickly as fishing?

Of course.

Those were Lin Yan's inner thoughts.

But he still put on an enlightened expression and said, "I understand!"

Seeing Lin Yan thoroughly repent and turn over a new leaf.

Whitebeard nodded in satisfaction.

Other than his fondness for fishing, there was nothing else wrong with Lin Yan.

"Alright, go clean yourself up. Anyone who didn't know better would think the commander of our Seventeenth Division was a beggar!"

"Also, after fishing for so long, make sure to rest for the next couple of days."

"And hurry up and establish the Seventeenth Division. If you need startup funds, come to me for approval!"

Whitebeard told Lin Yan to hurry and rest. Such mad fishing would not do if it wore out his body.

"Alright!"

Lin Yan replied.

Then.

He left.

After spending twenty days at the back mountain.

His hair had grown quite a bit, and after being exposed to sun and rain, his clothes were in tatters.

He really did look a mess.

Upon returning to the Seventeenth Division's base.

Lin Yan cleaned himself up and ate something to fill his stomach.

Just then.

The system spoke.

"Ding, esteemed host, new missions have been issued!"

"Mission Three: Defeat a top-tier powerhouse of the Grand Line!!"

"Mission reward: 30 bait!"

"Mission Four: Invite a top-tier powerhouse to join the Seventeenth Division!!"

"Mission reward: 30 bait!"

"Mission Five: Increase the Seventeenth Division's membership to 100 people!!"

"Mission reward: 30 bait!"

"Total: 90 bait!"

Normally, hearing the system issue missions.

Lin Yan would have been more excited than anything else.

However.

When he saw three missions dumped on him all at once.

Lin Yan was stunned.

Why???

Why were there so many missions this time?

More missions meant more bait.

Fortunately.

These missions.

Had no time limit.

In other words.

He could complete the mission whenever he wanted.

However.

Whether it was defeating a top-tier powerhouse, inviting one to join, or bringing the Seventeenth Division's membership up to 100—

None of these were things he could accomplish easily or casually.

He was really planning to grind through all three missions in one go!

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