["The rewards are still very generous!"]
"An S-level physical pill?! Crocodile only got an A-level one before, and it made him visibly stronger. An S-level pill must be even more incredible!"
"Of course! I heard Whitebeard's been relying on medicine to suppress his injuries—this will be like giving wings to a tiger!"
"And there's a magic jar too. I wonder what reward it'll give this time?"
"Maybe another cigar?"
"Hahaha! Not everyone is as unlucky as Crocodile!"
The moment Whitebeard answered correctly, the buzz of global discussion exploded again.
People across the world were now eagerly speculating about the rewards, especially the S-rank physical enhancement pill.
After all, Crocodile's transformation from the A-rank pill was already impressive.
[Marco: "Dad! It's an S-level pill! You'll definitely recover now! This is amazing!"]
Marco could hardly contain his joy.
In recent years, Whitebeard's body had gradually deteriorated—he was still terrifyingly strong, but not what he once was.
Now, this pill might finally bring his father back to his prime form.
[Whitebeard: "Ace, Marco… this magic jar is for you two. Whoever wants it, take it."]
Whitebeard held the golden S-rank pill in his hand, already feeling anticipation stirring in his heart.
The years of decline were obvious to everyone in his crew. If he could return to his full strength, he might become an unbeatable shield for his children once more.
[Marco: "I don't need it. Let Ace have it. I have the Phoenix Fruit anyway."]
He patted his chest proudly.]
The Phoenix Fruit gave him incredible regeneration, but Whitebeard's internal wounds were far beyond normal healing.
[Ace: "Then I won't hold back. If I get something good, I'll share it with you!"]
Ace picked up the seemingly plain magic jar with a smile. Despite its simple appearance, it had proven to hide astonishing treasures.
[Jozu: (mock pouting)"Hey hey hey! I'm the third division commander! Don't I deserve a reward too? Fine, I'm leaving!"]
Laughter broke out across the deck of the Moby Dick.
"Captain Jozu is jealous!"
"You already have that diamond body—how much more do you need?"
"Hahaha!"
The ship was full of joy and camaraderie.
Whitebeard, seeing the laughter and unity among his crew, couldn't help but smile in satisfaction.
Then, without hesitation, he swallowed the S-rank physical pill.
It melted instantly, and a warm energy coursed down his throat, flooding his chest, and spreading across his body.
"...This is incredible."
Whitebeard closed his eyes. The energy within him slowly integrated with his body.
He could feel the changes happening in real time.
His chest wounds began to heal.
Even Marco, the ship's doctor, looked stunned.
This pill was so effective, it cannot be comparable to even his Phoenix Fruit's regenerative ability!
A minute passed. Then two.
Whitebeard opened his eyes. A brilliant light shone within them.
He looked younger, more robust, his once-weary body now surging with vitality.
[Whitebeard: "So this… is what youth feels like again? Fantastic!"]
With a roar of energy, he stood up and raised his fists.
BANG!
He struck the air in front of him with both fists.
BOOM!!
The air itself shattered, the shockwaves spreading out like ripples from a meteor crash.
His Tremor-Tremor Fruit had once again shown its terrifying might.
The sea below exploded in huge waves, and even the Moby Dick began to shake violently.
It was as if a tsunami had been triggered from nothing but a punch.
The image was broadcast live to the entire world.
All over the world, people were in shock.
"Whitebeard's power is terrifying!"
"That's… a tsunami?! Just from a punch?!"
"This must be Whitebeard at his peak… the pill really worked!"
But the place most affected wasn't the sea…
It was Marijoa, the sacred land of the Celestial Dragons.
The earth shook violently. The conference hall itself trembled, and several member country delegates fell to the ground in panic.
This was the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit—reborn.
[Delegate 1: "Is this… the power of the Four Emperors?"]
[Delegate 2: "Compared to this, Red-Haired Shanks seems a little behind…"]
[Delegate 3: "If war breaks out, Marijoa might be turned into rubble!"]
Fear spread rapidly among the World Government leaders.
After all, four pirate emperors were currently gathered around Marijoa.
If they joined forces, would even Garp and the Three Admirals be enough?
No one could say for certain.
But most of them doubted it.
The pirate crews under each emperor numbered in the tens of thousands, and together they were an unstoppable tidal wave.
[Garp: "Whitebeard… what exactly are you trying to do? Are you going to sink Marijoa?"]
Garp's eyes narrowed as he watched the monitor.
Whitebeard's aura was rising steadily. It was like he had shed decades of age in mere moments.
Garp didn't want to believe it, but the evidence was undeniable.
And now, the situation had gotten even more complicated