Chapter 221: The Whitebeard Pirates Clash with the Three Admirals
After a short while,
Whitebeard reappeared on the deck of the Moby Dick,
his crew quickly surrounding him in nervous anticipation.
"Dad, did you manage to buy the healing potion from the Game Shop?"
"No matter how expensive it was, it's worth it!"
"Yeah, the most important thing is that you're cured!"
The crew members all chimed in at once,
and ship doctor Marco pulled out his medical equipment to perform a full-body scan on Whitebeard. He even summoned his Phoenix flames, refusing to overlook a single potential injury.
"No abnormalities detected… the Game Merchant's methods are unbelievable!"
Once the check was complete,
Marco was utterly shocked. The old wounds that even the flames of the Phoenix couldn't heal were now fully cured in just a few hours.
Even Whitebeard's physical functions no longer showed signs of aging—he was back in his prime.
"As expected of Dad!"
"I knew coming to the East Blue to find the Game Merchant wasn't a mistake. That mysterious guy really cured you!"
"Let's throw a party!"
It was an old tradition of the Whitebeard Pirates: whenever something worth celebrating happened, it called for a banquet.
Now that their father's illness had been cured, they fully intended to get him drunk.
"Cough, cough…"
Normally straightforward, Whitebeard now seemed a little sheepish as he said,
"The Corrupted Lord is about to appear. Let's kill it and get the family token first. We can party after."
The crew quickly sobered up.
They recalled the Game Merchant's recent announcement—the Corrupted Lord was dropping a family token. That was their real reason for coming to the East Blue.
"As expected of Dad—always thinking ahead!"
Everyone nodded in agreement. They would claim the token first, then celebrate.
Only Marco, who had been standing closest, noticed something off.
He tugged Whitebeard aside behind the deck and asked quietly,
"Alright, Dad… Can you tell me the truth now?"
"Well, there were a lot of people just now…"
Whitebeard sat his burly frame down and looked at his most level-headed son with a guilty expression.
"I accidentally spent all our money. We don't even have funds left for the banquet."
"All of it?"
Marco blinked, then waved his hand.
"No worries. The Moby Dick's onboard assets can probably exchange for fifty thousand reward points. Once we return to the New World, we'll resupply."
They could easily replenish that by visiting any island under Whitebeard's control.
But Whitebeard said nothing.
Marco suddenly felt a bad premonition.
"Don't tell me… you sold off the island assets too?"
Whitebeard shook his head.
Marco let out a breath.
"That's good. If it's just the island resources, we can recover them over time."
"I sold the islands too. All of them."
The next sentence hit Marco like a thunderclap.
His pupils contracted as he stared at Whitebeard in disbelief.
"You sold all our assets… and even the islands?"
"That's right."
Despite his hardened mindset from years of battle, Whitebeard couldn't meet his son's gaze.
Yes, as captain, he technically had control over all of the crew's assets.
But the Whitebeard Pirates weren't like other crews. Even as a Yonko, it still felt wrong to spend everything.
"It's all that stupid random key's fault!"
Whitebeard growled in frustration.
At first, he just wanted to collect all the Crimson Troll's innate abilities. But each refresh brought better and better items.
Even after obtaining several powerful troll abilities, he couldn't resist hitting refresh again.
Before he realized it, every last reward point was gone.
Only when the system notified him of insufficient funds did he finally snap out of it.
"Dad… you're really like a child sometimes…"
After a moment of stunned silence, Marco sighed and covered his face.
"Well, think of it as the price of healing. If your body is truly cured, then even losing all our assets was worth it."
He had a good attitude.
They could always start again. With Whitebeard as their backbone, the Yonko's power could be rebuilt.
"Gurararara…"
Whitebeard laughed and clapped his knee.
"Don't underestimate the stuff I bought! Sure, we lost everything, but I've secured the future of the Whitebeard Pirates!"
"Right…"
Marco clearly didn't buy it, but obediently played along.
As the two spoke,
the previously calm sea suddenly rippled.
Like a gentle breeze brushing over the surface—
but every player on the sea felt it and instantly shifted into combat mode.
A thick aura of death leaked from the sealed Death Island.
That meant only one thing:
The island's barrier was about to open.
"The Corrupted Lord's drops belong to us. Marco, prepare for battle!"
The Moby Dick unfurled its sails and headed straight for Death Island.
At the same time,
other forces stationed on nearby islands also set out—racing toward the battlefield.
Aboard the Red Force,
Shanks stood on deck and drew his saber, Gryphon.
His Conqueror's Haki surged—
black-and-red lightning crackled outward, blasting back the surrounding Marine warships.
They were even slightly faster than the Moby Dick.
"Don't let that red-haired brat beat us!"
Whitebeard stepped onto the deck,
wielding Murakumogiri. With a swing, he unleashed the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, sending the entire sea into chaos.
"Ice Age!"
A low voice echoed.
An extreme chill spread instantly, freezing the crashing waves into towering ice walls and frozen terrain—
saving the Marine ships from being capsized.
Aokiji stood directly in front of the Moby Dick, blocking the Whitebeard Pirates' advance.
Whitebeard narrowed his eyes and stared at the figure radiating cold.
"Aokiji… You're blocking me instead of Red-Haired Shanks?"
"According to Marine HQ's analysis, the consequences of letting the Whitebeard Pirates hunt the Corrupted Lord are too severe. You must be stopped!"
Aokiji's eyes were sharp—gone was his usual lazy attitude.
After all, this was once the strongest man in the world. One mistake, and Aokiji could die.
Whitebeard nodded.
"I see. That old fox Sengoku sure thinks highly of me."
If Shanks got the kill, perhaps the Navy could still negotiate.
But if Whitebeard did—it would mean total war.
BOOM.
Whitebeard leapt to the prow of his ship.
A shockwave from his Tremor-Tremor Fruit enveloped Murakumogiri's blade and slammed down on the frozen sea.
In an instant,
the supposedly unbreakable ice shattered. Sea water surged through the cracks like geysers.
Aokiji's expression tightened as he pushed back with another burst of cold air, freezing the sea again.
"Not good!"
Just as Aokiji started losing ground,
a golden light streaked across the sky—Kizaru hovered in the air, arms crossed, fingers forming a glowing circle.
"Yasakani no Magatama!"
Dozens of radiant energy bullets fired like a rain of golden bullets from a machine gun, pelting the Moby Dick.
"Tch."
Akainu's face was cold, filled with confidence and killing intent.
"You've been hiding in the New World long enough. Back then, we didn't have the resources to go after you…"
"But now, you've walked right into our trap. The East Blue will be your grave."
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