Roxie (Group Leader): "Let's drop the heavy talk. Anyone tried the free lottery spin yet?"
Roxie: "First time should have a bonus, right? That's how these things usually go."
Come Be My Son: "Kurararara! Let me be the first to try my luck."
Daigu (Tiga Soup): "It's free anyway. Fingers crossed I don't draw something useless."
Minato Namikaze: "A lottery with items from every member's world… this should be interesting."
Kurumi (Spirit of Evil): "Which just means the chances of getting something good are even lower, with so many possibilities. The pool probably includes everything from precious artifacts to random weeds."
Brandon (Child of Nature): "I think the chat group system takes probability into account. There should be some kind of safety net. With our luck, we probably won't get anything amazing, but nothing too terrible, either."
Brandon: "Let's see what Whitebeard, Madara, Daigu, and Minato pull."
Brandon watched the chat with genuine curiosity, wondering what kinds of prizes everyone would get.
Meanwhile, in the world of One Piece—
Whitebeard stood frozen, staring at the giant, life-sized doll in his hands, a look of absolute disbelief on his face.
His world's technology wasn't like the modern world's, but he wasn't clueless. And with the chat group's explanation, he knew exactly what this thing was.
[Life-sized Giant Race Doll – Custom-made for Giants. Your perfect companion for lonely nights or letting off some steam.]
[Note: Aren't I thoughtful? ()/]
Thoughtful, my ass! Whitebeard thought. Who needs this kind of "thoughtfulness"?
If he hadn't drawn it himself—and if the lottery didn't go through the chat group—he'd have smashed the doll with his naginata on the spot!
Good thing he'd made sure to draw his prize alone in his room. If any of his sons saw him with this thing, it'd be the joke of the century.
Relieved, Whitebeard conjured a gentle white glow in his palm, about to tear the doll apart, when—
Creak.
"Dad? The party's in full swing—why'd you leave? Are you feeling okay?"
Marco stepped into the room, concern in his eyes. He stopped dead, eyes fixed on the massive doll in Whitebeard's hands.
Silence. Whatever Marco had planned to say died instantly. Sure, there were things about Whitebeard's health they worried about… but this was not the kind of issue they'd ever considered.
Their old man had needs too, apparently. But a doll… really?
Before Marco could say anything, Jozu peeked in.
"What's up, Marco? Why are you just standing in the doorway? … Wait, what's that—?"
Soon, the other division commanders came over, drawn by curiosity. One by one, they all fell silent, staring at the gigantic doll in Whitebeard's arms.
Someone snickered. Then another. Finally, the dam broke and the whole room erupted in laughter.
"Never thought you were this kind of guy, Pops!"
"World's strongest man, still full of… energy, huh?"
"Kurararara, Dad—maybe leave some excitement for the rest of us!"
Whitebeard's face turned from red to pitch black. With a furious roar, he tossed his sons out and slammed the door.
A lifetime of legend—ruined by a stupid lottery prize!
And he had no idea… this was only the beginning.
Outside, Ace and the others, after being ejected, started discussing their captain's "private affairs."
"We really should be more considerate about Dad's needs…"
"But with Dad's strength, it'd take a pretty special woman to handle him."
Marco nodded, thinking through every eligible woman on the Grand Line. In the end, everyone came to the same conclusion, almost in unison:
"Big Mom?"
But no—Big Mom and Whitebeard? That was unthinkable.
"Well… maybe we can put an ad in the paper for Dad? The Giant race isn't extinct."
Jozu offered, and the others nodded.
"That's the best option for now."
Whitebeard had no idea he was about to become a running joke across the entire sea.
Thanks to his sons' "thoughtful" concern (or maybe just their trolling), he'd have a reason to train them all a bit harder next time.
Roxie: "@ComeBeMySon @Madara @Daigu @Minato—what did you guys draw? Why's no one talking?"
Kurumi: "I bet their prizes are too embarrassing to share."
Brandon: "I think you're right. If they got something good, they'd be showing off already."
Daigu: "I don't even know what to say… Just look."
Daigu: [Image Attachment]
[Skill Book: Sow Care for Postpartum Sows]
[One gentle tap and you'll master the highest-level pig care techniques. Become every sow's best friend!]
Daigu wailed in the chat:
"Who wants to be a pig's best friend?! Why would I pull something like this? What sadist thought this should be in the prize pool?! I'd have been happy with marksmanship, driving, combat—anything! Why did I get a sow-care skill?!"
Roxie: "HAHAHAHA—Daigu and the pigs! I can't… this combo is too much!"
Brandon: "Well, as strange as it sounds, it's not entirely useless. If you ever leave the Victory Team, you can become a pig farmer. There's a saying in our world: 'raising pigs can make you rich.' Feel any better?"
Daigu: "Like hell I do! I'd rather do anything than be a pig farmer!"
Kurumi: "Tough luck. ¯\(ツ)/¯"
Roxie: "So what about Madara and Pops? There's no way anyone could get a worse prize than Daigu… right?"
Daigu: "I don't want to admit it, but I'd honestly rather have pulled a rock."
(End of Chapter)
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