Who told him to become the Pirate King!

Chapter 155 "I'm not your father!"

Chapter 155 "I'm Not Your Father!" (Fourth update, 14 words, please subscribe!)

Storm increasingly felt that Hawkeye Mihawk was a hypocrite.

He was clearly saying something like "I'm not interested in Shanks."

As a result, the guy couldn't help but get excited whenever Storm mentioned the red hair.

Ah, number two~

Storm thought to himself with disdain.

Why can't someone with "two red hairs" become a Yonko (Emperor of the Sea) while someone with "one red hair" can?

Of course, it's because the one-handed redhead directly blocked his "Little Left" in the new era!

And then the gears of fate began to turn...

Red hair on both hands, what kind of deformed gourd is that?

The bandit king, Sig, could easily kill fifty-six pieces of trash from the sea (seriously)!

Even a near-shore kingfisher less than 100 meters long could bite off his left hand and then calmly leave (Bao Zhen)...

A red-haired woman with one hand is truly something else.

With his left hand detached from his body, his Haki is fully unleashed, and he can become the Pirate Emperor once he enters the New World!

What does it mean to be a user of the "Face Fruit"? What does it mean to be a pioneer of the new era? (Tactical lean back)

Storm ignored Mihawk, whose thoughts had wandered off somewhere else.

He glanced at Crocodile, who was lying unconscious beside him, and then at Mihawk, and a bold idea surged into his mind again.

Storm raised his right hand and released the power of the Clay-Clay Fruit, releasing pieces of gray-black clay that resembled scales, covering the surface of Crocodile's body.

"wrong."

Mihawk's voice rang out like thunder beside Storm.

The former world's greatest swordsman crossed his arms, looked at the unconscious Crocodile, and shook his head.

"The banana crocodile of Alabasta has yellowish-green scales, not grayish-black."

Storm turned his head, glanced at Mihawk, and silently gave him a thumbs up.

As expected of "Hawkeye," his eyes are truly sharp!

Mihawk offered a helpful tip.

Storm instantly changed the color of the clay.

Crocodile's appearance began to undergo an astonishing transformation under his manipulation of power.

Hard, yellowish-green scales covered its body. As its body stretched and elongated, the length of its limbs remained unchanged. The golden poison hook on its left hand disappeared, replaced by a short, thick, but sharp claw. A thick, powerful tail also grew from behind it...

Click—click—

A camera shutter sounded from a Den Den Mushi (photo denial mushi).

Storm turned to look at Mihawk again.

The latter held a freshly made photo of a "real" crocodile between his two fingers and shook it at Storm.

"One for one".

Storm instantly understood what Mihawk meant.

Exchange one "Harpy Male Art Photo" for one "Desert Crocodile Art Photo".

"Tch~ As if I don't own a camera Den Den Mushi!"

Storm snorted and took out his camera Den Den Mushi, snapping away at his latest "masterpiece".

Mihawk could only regretfully take back the photos in his hand.

His sharp, eagle-like eyes stared at the photo silently for a while before he put it in his pocket.

...crocodiles are much uglier than eagles.

After finishing his business with Crocodile, Storm collected the meticulously taken "Desert Crocodile Art Photos" and then walked over to Edward Weebuhr on the other side.

The Blue-Eyes White Dragon's roar was too powerful, completely exceeding Buckingham Stussy's tolerance, and the old woman still hasn't woken up.

However, Edward Weebull, who was standing nearby, had amazing physical abilities and had not fallen into a coma until now.

Storm walked up to Edward Weebull, who was emaciated and looked like a skeleton.

If he hadn't witnessed Edward Weebull's "weight loss" process firsthand...

He also refused to believe that the straw-like thing on the ground was the same fat Edward Weevil from before.

Edward Weebuhr also noticed Storm's approach.

He's not particularly bright, but he's at least better than the legendary fish in the ocean whose memory lasts only seven seconds...

Edward Weebull remembers it very clearly.

Although the short guy who's approaching now isn't attacking him like the other two.

But this short guy came with two other short guys!

These three short guys are in cahoots!

"Don't come any closer..."

Severely dehydrated, Edward Weebull was too weak to move and could only try to intimidate the enemy with words.

"My mom will be here soon!"

Your mother—let's call her "Mom" for now—is still unconscious!

Storm completely disregarded Edward Weebull's threats.

He waved to the blue-eyed white dragon in the sky, and several buckets of fresh water immediately fell from the sky.

Storm conjured several clumps of clay and, like projectiles, launched them into the sky, hitting each of the wooden barrels filled with fresh water with perfect accuracy.

Fresh water gushed down from the sky, as if a localized downpour had occurred here.

Edward Weebull was bathed in the freshwater downpour. His extremely dehydrated body greedily absorbed the fresh water from the surroundings, and his whole body slowly swelled up like an inflating balloon.

Although it doesn't yet reach the level of flexibility and elasticity of a "rubber man".

However, Edward Weebull's physique is indeed slowly recovering.

Storm observed the scene with great interest.

Edward Weebull's body was like a dried-up riverbed, constantly absorbing fresh water from the surrounding area.

However, he did not return to his original chubby appearance; instead, he became a tall, muscular, middle-aged man.

This is unlike the Edward Weevil of the past.

He looks more like Edward Teach!

of course.

Edward Weebull still has very noticeable suture scars on his left eye, neck, and left arm.

His crescent-shaped white beard was also thinner and longer than a real white beard and "Edward Teach's".

But I must say...

Every fat person is a potential star.

Weight loss is the most effective cosmetic procedure.

Now, apart from having a slightly blank expression, Edward Weebull looks like a mighty and domineering super strong man!

"The Sand Crocodile's Sand-Sand Fruit is really interesting."

Mihawk walked over to Storm and gave a positive review of Edward Weebull's new look.

"This way, he looks more like Whitebeard's son."

"I am the son of the Whitebeard!"

Edward Weebull had drunk enough water and felt much more energetic.

He snorted at Mihawk, then looked at Storm and said something in a silly tone.

"Thank you!"

Without waiting for Storm's response.

Edward Weebull then picked up Buckingham Stussy, who was still unconscious, and grabbed his naginata. Without saying a word, he took off running.

"White Dragon, aren't you going to do something?"

Mihawk looked at Storm, who was standing still, and asked in confusion.

"If you don't make a move soon, this 'Whitebeard' will get away."

"No rush."

Storm shook his head, watching Edward Weevil gradually run out of the desert area, and said calmly.

"Let's take a look first."

Edward Weevil, armed and carrying his mother, charged out of the desert created by Crocodile's powers.

The moment I stepped out of the yellow sand.

Edward Weebull stood frozen in place, as if he had lost his power, and stopped running.

He knew the sand was dangerous.

He was just defeated by sand.

So, as soon as Edward Weebull recovered, he immediately ran out of the desert to avoid being swallowed by the sand again.

however.

After running out of the desert area, Edward Weevil returned to his original form.

A "foolish son" whose mind is completely blank and who needs Buckingham Stussy to give him orders no matter what he does.

"Mother……"

Edward Weebull looked at Buckingham Stussy, who was still unconscious in his arms, and answered his own question.

"What should I do now? Sleep? I understand..."

Buckingham Stussy didn't say anything.

Edward Weebull, however, seemed to have gotten the answer from his comatose mother.

Edward Weebull plopped down on the ground, and as he put Buckingham Stussy down, he lay down on the ground as well.

Mihawk looked at the bizarre performance of human behavior not far away and felt a bit uneasy.

Although he longed to spar with Edward Weevil, who possessed the power of a young white-bearded man.

But after witnessing what the other party did with my own eyes...

A thought suddenly occurred to Mihawk.

Don't play with idiots!

"Why is the white-bearded man's son like this...?"

"Who knows? You could go and interrogate his mother."

Storm gave a casual reply and then walked directly toward Edward Weevil.

Just as Edward Weebuhr was about to listen to his mother and go to bed early, he heard Storm's approaching footsteps. Like a restless child, he immediately sat up straight.

Storm raised his right hand and unleashed his Clay-Clay Fruit power. His right fist instantly extended and lengthened like rubber, striking Edward Weevil in the stomach.

Snapped!

Edward Weebull watched as the clay fist was sent flying by his solid muscles, and couldn't help but scratch the spot where he had been hit.

"What are you doing?"

"Edward Weevil?"

Storm looked at Edward Weebull, then gestured to the side.

"Look who's that?"

The clay fist that was just thrown away has now undergone a huge change in shape.

The "imitation" power of the Nine-Tailed Fox Fruit quietly activated at this moment.

A brand new, slimmer version of Edward Weevil stood silently on the earth, and even the naginata in his hand looked very much like the Murakumogiri, one of the twelve Supreme Grade Swords.

Edward Weebull's small eyes widened as he stared incredulously at the "white-bearded man," then he suddenly roared.

"dad!"

"……cough!"

Storm coughed lightly.

Even though he had already underestimated Edward Weebull's intelligence enough.

But I didn't expect it to be overestimated...

Storm looked at the "Clay Weevil" on the other side and manipulated it to start talking.

"Weeble! What did Buckingham Stussy tell you?"

"dad!"

Webble got up from the ground and stood respectfully in place.

"My mother told me a lot... She said I am your son..."

"No!"