Luffy staggered his way up, swaying unsteadily.
Hancock watched him, unable to hide the shock on her face.
Unharmed?
He was completely unharmed?
How was that possible?
Was he pretending?
Was he actually not weak at all?
"This lightning is so weird—it struck inside the house and even burned Vir's Vivre Card to ashes. Good thing I'm made of rubber!" Luffy mumbled, scratching his head in annoyance.
Hearing Luffy's explanation, Hancock began to piece things together.
Rubber?
What a bizarre ability.
But when she heard Luffy mention the Vivre Card got destroyed, her expression turned strange.
Vivre Card?
That specific?
How could something like that be just a coincidence?
Before she could think further—
A voice interrupted her.
"Sister! There are six people outside—one is an unfamiliar man, then Rayleigh and three women. And... uh... one person whose gender I can't tell..."
The Orange Chubby said this with a rather baffled expression, looking toward Hancock.
Hancock frowned.
What now?
Can't tell the gender?
What does that even mean?
Is it some kind of three-headed, six-armed freak?
"Explain!" Hancock demanded.
"Well... that person is... uh... really dirty... like so dirty you can't see their face. So it's hard to say if it's a man or a woman."
Hearing that, Hancock looked even more puzzled.
Too dirty to see their face?
Just how dirty were they?
Did people like that even exist in the world?
"Let them in."
Once Hancock gave the order, Orange Chubby went out to call them in.
Meanwhile, Luffy tilted his head, puzzled.
"You got guests?"
Hancock didn't answer—because the group had already entered.
She immediately recognized Rayleigh.
But when she saw Rayleigh's current appearance, her expression went blank.
Not because of his face or hair...
But because of that plump, perky butt.
Her first thought:
So big. So round. So perky.
Wait—what the hell happened to Rayleigh?!
Since when did his rear get so... voluminous?
Did he... take up a side hustle because he ran out of money for booze?
What kind of job even requires a butt that big?!
Hancock truly didn't see this one coming.
Old man... you've fallen so low.
Was alcohol really worth this much sacrifice?
While quietly judging Rayleigh in her heart, she turned her gaze to the rest of the group.
She wanted to figure out who was the person capable of removing her scar—someone skilled enough to make Rayleigh bet his life.
Looking them over one by one...
They all seemed normal.
But that one on the far end — definitely dirty enough!
And not just dirty...
What was with this stench?
What the heck?
What era was this?
Were there still people who didn't even bathe?
Hancock's nose wrinkled in disgust.
Why was this person even with Rayleigh?
If he hadn't been brought by the Dark King himself, she would've kicked him out already.
Just looking at his face was disgusting!
Combined with the stench, Hancock felt her stomach churn.
Worst of all, the guy had been staring at her since he'd walked in!
So damn annoying.
Suppressing the urge to obliterate him on the spot, Hancock glared at Rayleigh.
"So? Which one is it? The one who can do what you promised? If you're lying to me, old man, you're dead!"
After saying that, she scanned the room again.
None of them looked like doctors.
There were a couple of strong ones, sure—
But a doctor? Not a chance.
Unless... it was that little deer?
Don't be ridiculous!
Since when could deer practice medicine?!
The world hadn't gone that insane yet!
Meanwhile, the walking pile of filth—Vir—was staring at Hancock.
But it wasn't about her face or figure.
He was calculating the best approach for the upcoming "treatment".
That lip-shaped device he had... he wasn't even sure it would last through the whole treatment.
So to be safe, Vir had a backup plan.
"Restoration Oil"
Effect: Apply to hands, then perform a massage to infuse the oil into the body. Repairs all scars.
Price: 300,000 points
Review: "The perfect gift for female friends! Guaranteed results!"
...
A tiny bottle.
The system's shop was downright predatory.
Barely enough for one person.
Still, perfect as a fallback.
If the lip device couldn't fully heal the Hancock's scar...
This baby would do the job.
Massage technique?
Please.
As an experienced "traditional medicine master" Vir had this in the bag.
Piece of cake.
Might even add a little lightning to his fingers.
Just to make sure Hancock really feels it.
At this moment, Rayleigh finally spoke up.
"Relax. It's foolproof!"
He pulled Vir forward, ignoring Hancock's murderous glare, and introduced:
"This is the doctor I told you about — Will!"
"This here is his eldest son, Willy."
"And this is his youngest daughter, Willa."
"Both kids just turned eight."
As he spoke, Rayleigh also dragged over a totally confused Bonney and a thunderstruck Marco.
Bonney's mind was blank.
She's Vir's daughter now?
They were supposed to improvise! To act!
And this was the role she got?
So unfair! Hmph!
And if Bonney felt that way—
Marco didn't even know where to start.
Marco: 'Huh? Another dad?'
'What the hell is happening?!'
'Since when did I get a new father?!'
'This is absurd!'
Not only had he randomly gained a new dad, but also a stupid name.
'Couldn't it at least be William or something?'
'Willy?! Seriously?! I'll 'Willy' you right back!'
If looks could kill, Rayleigh would've been immolated and shredded ten times over already.
Yep.
For this "performance", Rayleigh handled the casting—and this was the role Marco got.
'You think I like playing someone's kid, huh?'
'Just because I wanted to fish your old body out of the water, this is how you repay me?'
'Eight years old?!'
'Seriously, open your damn eyes and take a good look!'
'Does this look like an eight-year-old's body to you?'
'Who the hell has an eight-year-old that tall and buff?!'
'Sure, maybe technically you could argue the age.'
'But come on, it makes no sense, Rayleigh!'
'And look at that stinking guy over there!'
'Just look at him!'
'There's even a fly buzzing around him!'
'You're telling me we're his kids?'
'You don't find anything wrong with this picture?'
'Sure, we agreed to improvise.'
'But I didn't think y'all would go this hard!'
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