Ordinary Group Owner: “Stop with the downers. Has anyone tried the free draw?”
Ordinary Group Owner: “Normally, the first draw should have a boost.”
Be My Son: “Kurarara, let this old man give it a try.”
Boil Otaku into Soup: “It’s free anyway. I hope I don’t get something too terrible.”
Golden Flash: “It includes items from each member’s world. I’m really looking forward to it.”
Worst Evil Spirit: “Precisely because it includes all items from every member’s world, the probability of drawing something valuable is even smaller.”
All items. It probably even includes things like flowers, trees, and grass.
With so many things to draw from, the odds of getting something good must be incredibly slim.
Child of Nature: “The chat group has probably considered the probability issue. There should be a safety net. Besides, with our fortune, the chances of getting something good aren’t high, but getting something too bad shouldn’t be possible either.”
Child of Nature: “For now, let’s see what the old man, Brother Madara, Daigo, and Minato Namikaze end up getting.”
Bai Xuan’s eyes held a trace of curiosity. He really wanted to know what items the members would draw.
Meanwhile, in the One Piece world, Whitebeard stared blankly at the huge, lifelike doll in his hand, his face full of disbelief.
Even though his world’s technological path was different from a normal tech world, that didn’t mean he didn’t know what this was.
Even if he didn’t know, the chat group’s description would tell him.
[One-to-one scale Giant race doll, specially customized for Giants. Your best choice for relieving loneliness and unleashing passion.]
[Note: See how thoughtful I am? ()/]
God damn thoughtful! Do I need your kind of thoughtfulness?
If he hadn’t drawn it himself, and the draw was from the chat group, he would have really wanted to take his naginata and chop it to pieces!
Fortunately, he had specifically gone to his room before drawing. Otherwise, if his sons had seen it, it would have been a huge joke.
Slightly relieved, Whitebeard gathered a soft white light in his hand, ready to tear the doll apart. But just as he was about to act…
“Creak.”
“Dad, the party was going so well. Why did you leave? Is it your health…”
Marco, worried about Whitebeard’s health, walked into the room and happened to see the huge, lifelike doll in his father’s hands.
Silence. The words of concern he had been about to say now wouldn’t come out.
It really is a health issue, but it’s not something they, as sons, could solve.
Dad has reached that age too…
They, as sons, really hadn’t been attentive enough. They hadn’t paid any attention to this aspect at all.
They didn’t even know when Dad had ordered a lifelike doll.
But still, you can’t just replace the real thing with a doll.
“What’s wrong, Marco? What did Dad say?”
“And why are you standing at the door?”
Jozu, seeing Marco standing still at their father’s door, asked curiously and then walked over as well.
A few other division commanders were also curious and came over to look.
Then, seeing the oversized doll in their father’s hands, they fell silent.
“Pfft!”
“I never knew this side of you, Dad.”
“As expected of the World’s Strongest Man, truly still vigorous and strong.”
“Hahahaha…”
Someone couldn’t hold it in first and laughed. The others couldn’t help but join in.
They never imagined their father had such a side to him in private.
Whitebeard’s face changed from red to black. Then he directly grabbed the few people at the door, threw them out, and slammed the door shut.
A lifetime of reputation, ruined by a lottery draw!
If this gets out, how can he be their father anymore?
But what he didn’t know was that this was only the beginning.
After Ace and the others were thrown out, they started discussing their father’s lifelong matters.
“We really need to take Dad’s situation seriously.”
“But with Dad’s physique, an ordinary woman probably couldn’t handle it.”
Marco nodded, thinking about the women on the sea who might be suitable for Whitebeard. Finally, he and the others said in unison:
“Big Mom?”
But the next second, they dismissed the idea. A relationship between Dad and Big Mom was absolutely impossible.
But aside from her, they couldn’t think of anyone else suitable.
“Maybe we could find a newspaper agency to place an ad for Dad?”
“Even though Giants are rare, there should be some.”
Jozu offered his idea. Marco and the others looked at each other and nodded.
“It seems that’s the only way.”
Little did Whitebeard know that he was about to experience “social death” across the entire sea.
And Marco and the others’ “thoughtfulness” and “backstabbing” would give Whitebeard another reason to “train” them.
Ordinary Group Owner: “@Be My Son, @Ultimate Dance King of the Uchiha, @Boil Otaku into Soup, @Golden Flash, what did everyone draw?”
Ordinary Group Owner: “Why hasn’t anyone said anything yet?”
Worst Evil Spirit: “I’m guessing they drew something bad, maybe even embarrassing.”
Child of Nature: “I think you’re right.”
Otherwise, they would have posted about it immediately to show off.
Boil Otaku into Soup: “I don’t know how to put it. See for yourselves.”
Boil Otaku into Soup: “Image.jpg”
[Skill Book: Postpartum Care for Sows]
[With a single tap, you master advanced postpartum care skills for sows, becoming a ‘Friend of Sows’ in the pig world.]
Boil Otaku into Soup: “Who wants to be a ‘Friend of Sows’! Why did I have to draw this skill book!”
Boil Otaku into Soup: “Why is something like this in the lottery pool?! Isn’t this just messing with people?!”
Shooting skills, driving skills, combat skills—he could accept any skill. Why did he have to get postpartum care for sows?!
Ordinary Group Owner: “Hahahaha, Daigo and sows? Hahaha, I can’t, I can’t. I can’t even imagine that combination.”
Child of Nature: “Even though drawing that is indeed hard to imagine, it’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
Child of Nature: “If you ever leave the Victory Team, you could always raise pigs. And we have a saying here: raising pigs leads to wealth.”
Child of Nature: “Does thinking about it that way make you feel a little better?”
Boil Otaku into Soup: “I see… like hell I do! Even if I leave the Victory Team, I don’t want to raise pigs!!!”
Worst Evil Spirit: “Nothing else can be done. Shrug.jpg”
Ordinary Group Owner: “Brother Madara, Dad, what did you draw?”
Ordinary Group Owner: “With Daigo at the bottom, it can’t get any worse than that, right?”
Boil Otaku into Soup: “Even though I don’t want to admit it, there probably isn’t anything more bizarre than that. Even a rock would be better.”
