This Can't Be, I Don't Believe It

A familiar person's junior?

Hearing this, Marco and the others carefully examined the contents of the bounty poster.

Captain of the Moss Pirates: Mark.

Bounty: 120 million Beli.

Weapon: giant axe.

Devil Fruit ability: user of the Logia-type Dark-Dark Fruit.

He had single-handedly wiped out a Marine branch in the East Blue, defeated an East Blue branch commodore and several officers... defeated Smoker, the headquarters colonel stationed at the Loguetown Marine base in the East Blue, and killed his adjutant, Tashigi.

Overall assessment: ruthless methods, bizarre Devil Fruit ability, cruel personality.

Following those brief lines were a few scattered comments that seemed like idle gossip, mentioning Mark's origins.

After reading the introduction on the bounty poster, everyone looked puzzled.

Whitebeard merely smiled and said nothing, lifting his wooden sake barrel and taking a huge gulp.

Moss Town... wasn't that where that old fellow came from? And he used that kind of weapon too.

He was most likely that old fellow's junior.

The World Government might not deliberately conceal the former crew of the Pirate King, but at the very least, they would not be foolish enough to expose their hiding places. That would create all sorts of complications.

Yet those familiar with them could more or less guess a few things.

Sabaody... Moss Town. The hiding places of those old fellows were hardly secrets.

Since Whitebeard offered no explanation, Marco and the others lost interest in the person on the bounty poster as well.

The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only Marshall D. Teach gripping the bounty poster tightly in his hand, his expression shifting unpredictably.

Noticing that Teach's complexion was off, Whitebeard asked curiously, "Teach, you look strange. Are you sick?"

"N-No, I'm fine, Pops!" Teach forced out a smile, then clutched the bounty poster and entered the cabin.

Inside the cabin—

"This can't be! I don't believe it!!!" Marshall D. Teach stared fixedly at the information on the bounty poster.

The Dark-Dark Fruit... how could it be the Dark-Dark Fruit!!!

Teach's expression twisted. Those four words on the bounty poster were especially glaring, and his gaze remained locked on Mark's image.

"How could someone have eaten this fruit? That's impossible. Did I wait all this time for nothing...?"

Just then, Whitebeard's Fourth Division commander emerged from the kitchen behind Teach with a massive tray in hand. When he saw Teach, he smiled.

"Teach, you're here to help again..."

Hearing the familiar voice behind him, Teach hurriedly stuffed the bounty poster into his pocket, turned around, and said with a smile:

"Ah, Captain Thatch. That's right... I didn't have anything to do, so I thought you might need help here."

"We've been pretty busy lately. There are more and more brothers on the ship."

"Zehahahaha! Pops should recruit a few cooks to join us..."

"Hahaha, that would be great."

The two chatted and laughed, looking as though they truly had an excellent relationship...

Dressrosa—

Inside the lounge on the top floor of the royal palace.

Donquixote Doflamingo, with blond hair, bronze skin, a pink feathered coat, cropped pants, sunglasses, and a height of over three meters, sat on a sunbed and looked at the bounty poster in his hand.

"Fufufufufufufu! The Moss Pirates... Mark! His Devil Fruit ability is quite good, and his strength isn't bad either..." Doflamingo repeatedly nodded as he looked over the information on the bounty poster.

"Doffy, I can tell you're very happy!"

Trebol, wearing black sunglasses, with snot running from his nose, a golden scepter in hand, and a blue blanket draped over himself, came before Doflamingo.

Doflamingo said, "Fufufufufufufu! Trebol, do you remember Daisy?"

Trebol asked in surprise, "Is there news about little Daisy?"

Doflamingo handed the bounty poster to Trebol. It clearly listed three members of the Morse Pirate Ship, with Daisy as the last one, carrying a bounty of nine million Beli.

After Daisy went to sea, she had only fought while she was with the Arlong Pirates. She had not made another move since then.

The World Government could only symbolically place a bounty of nine million Beli on her head.

And Chiu Chiu...

Still only 50 Beli.

"The Moss Pirates, a rookie pirate crew. Is little Daisy safe aboard that ship?" Trebol asked.

"Daisy rejected us when we invited her to join, and I was sad for quite a while afterward. But how could I not worry about a family member's safety? Don't worry. This rookie pirate crew is quite strong."

Trebol looked surprised and leaned his head closer to Doflamingo.

"Doffy, it's rare to hear you praise someone. Is this rookie really that strong? Really?"

As he spoke, his head drew closer and closer to Doflamingo.

Smack!

Doflamingo's smiling face turned somewhat unpleasant. He held back the increasingly close Trebol with one hand, his mouth twitching as he said:

"Trebol, you're too close!"

Those two lumps swaying around in front of him made Doflamingo's skin crawl. He feared Trebol might suddenly fling himself onto his face.

This worldwide bounty update caught the attention of many people.

Once a bounty surpassed one hundred million, that pirate could be considered a notable figure in pirate circles.

Every year, pirates with bounties exceeding one hundred million were the stars of that year.

People on the seas called them Supernovas.

Mark was no exception.

However, unlike the others, he was the youngest Supernova in history.

A sixteen-year-old Supernova!

The moment the bounty poster was released, many people around the world learned of the Moss Pirates' existence.

Their fame soared.

Wind Island—

Inside Merck Tavern.

Covering five hundred square meters, it was the largest tavern on Wind Island. Its facilities were simple, but that did not stop it from being packed every day.

At that moment, a group of people gathered around the bar, chatting about all sorts of things.

One pirate, dressed in dark green and black, with a pockmarked face and an exhausted appearance, looked at the bounty poster hanging above the bar and revealed a shocked expression.

When he saw the bounty amount, he rubbed his eyes repeatedly. After confirming that he had not misread it, he pointed at the updated bounty poster and said to a sinister-looking man beside him wearing a dark red shirt:

"Boss, look! The bounty posters have been updated. There's a rookie with a bounty of 120 million!"

The sinister man followed the pockmarked pirate's finger. A moment later, a flicker of surprise crossed his face.

"The East Blue? That sea known as the weakest sea actually produced someone like this?"

This pirate had a little reputation around here. When some people heard what he said, they all turned to look at the bounty poster.

Moments later, the tavern erupted into an uproar.

"Bartender, this bounty poster isn't fake, is it? 120 million at sixteen years old? How is that possible!"