After retiring from the Navy, I became a doting husband.

Whitebeard stared at Martin and asked, eager to know what kind of power this was. When did a new power appear on the sea besides Devil Fruit abilities and Haki?

"Domineering aura, my own Conqueror's Haki."

A golden hue was revealed on Martin's blade.

"I never imagined there was such domineering power in the world!" Whitebeard exclaimed in amazement upon seeing the golden domineering aura!

"Then let me try it out and see how strong this new power is." Whitebeard quickly adjusted his mindset, gripped his naginata, unleashed his Devil Fruit power with full Haki, and began a new round of battle against Martin.

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On the Whitebeard Pirates' ship, a Den Den Mushi rang. This Den Den Mushi was the one Whitebeard used to communicate with the ship.

Marco looked at the Den Den Mushi and wondered what was going on. Had his father's battle ended so quickly? It was too fast; it wasn't even midnight yet. The last time he fought Kaido, it lasted seven nights.

"Dad, it's me, Marco!"

"Marco, come pick us up!"

"I know, Dad!"

Marco then began to arrange for the boats to go to the island to pick up his father.

Marco stood at the bow of the ship, which was speeding towards the reef. In his memory, the reef should be nearby, but now it had disappeared. Sure enough, this was his father's fighting style—too destructive. Every time he attacked, he would sink the island.

"Dad's over there!"

Shouts came from the ship; someone had spotted the white-bearded figure.

Marco and his crew's ship approached, and they discovered that their father was being held by Martin, who was forcefully kicking the water to keep himself and Whitebeard from sinking.

"What happened? Martin doesn't seem to be injured. Could it be that Dad didn't beat Martin, but the reef broke and the battle had to end prematurely?"

Marco looked at Martin, his mind racing.

"Oh!"

Martin pushed Whitebeard onto the ship with a stomp of his foot, then used Moonwalk to fly onto the ship himself.

"Dad, you're hurt!"

Marco noticed that his father's hand was bleeding and looked a little swollen, while Martin seemed unaffected and showed no signs of fighting. Could it be that his father had lost the fight with Martin?

"Impossible, impossible!"

Marco was horrified by his own conjecture. Why would I have such a thought?

My father is the world's strongest fighter, how could he possibly lose in a fight, especially one after he has recovered?

"Dad, why did you finish the fight so quickly? Who won between the two of you?"

Upon hearing Marco's question, Whitebeard was about to answer when Martin preemptively said, "Whitebeard's attack was too strong; the reef couldn't withstand it. Whitebeard won."

Whitebeard stared at Martin, clearly having lost the battle just now. His attack hadn't even broken through the qi defense, and had instead sunk the reef.

"Old man with the white beard! Old man with the white beard!"

Marco kept replaying Martin's words in his mind. Could it be that during the battle just now, his father had found another son and a younger brother for him?

If Martin and his crew could really join the Whitebeard Pirates, it would be a great thing for them, greatly increasing their fighting strength.

The question is, does Martin agree?

Whitebeard regained his strength after climbing back onto the boat. He was still feeling very uncomfortable with the weakness he had experienced while soaking in the water. It had been so many years since he had felt this way, and he was experiencing it again today.

"Marco, get me some wine, Dad, I want a drink! Glug glug!"

Marco looked at the unusually happy white beard and became more and more convinced that his guess was correct. His father was only this happy when he was taking in his sons.

"Dad, Martin calls you Whitebeard Dad. Does that mean he's agreed to be your son? Will they join our pirate crew?"

"Uh!"

Martin, who was about to do something, was startled by Marco's words. But Martin immediately realized where the problem lay. Just now, in order to answer Marco's question about who won and who lost, he had habitually said "Whitebeard."

"Gulalalala! Gulalalala! Gulalalala! Did that's what Martin called me just now? I thought he was calling me an old man with a white beard."

Upon hearing Marco's question, Whitebeard laughed and asked, "I never expected Martin would call me 'Dad'."

"Martin, since you're calling me 'Dad,' be my son!"

Damn it... not again?

Martin never expected that a slip of the tongue would cause Whitebeard to repeat his old habit of taking in sons. However, Whitebeard was actually a very good father and a qualified father.

Whitebeard, Marco, Smoothie, and a whole bunch of others all looked at Martin, wondering if he would agree to Whitebeard's request.

Martin felt a little uncomfortable under the intense gazes of everyone. Although Whitebeard was a good father, he would not be his son, nor would he join the Whitebeard Pirates. Their goals were different.

"roll!

Martin retorted angrily, "You old geezer, you're wicked!"

I never expected that Whitebeard would never change his ways; he's tried to adopt me as his son several times now.

Can you take me in and make me your son? Don't you have any self-awareness?

Whitebeard was stunned by Martin's words; he had been rejected again, and even insulted.

However, his later words seemed to affirm what he had done.

"That's such a pity!"

Whitebeard wasn't annoyed. He simply said one sentence and moved on, then asked, "You want money? Tell me, how much do you want?"

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Indeed, Martin was giving him face by giving up his white beard.

In essence, he lost this battle.

Because Martin didn't use the power of his signature demonic sword; most of the time he was just exchanging blows with himself using his fists.

However, the other party preserved their dignity and agreed to lend the money.

Anyway, I have so much money that I can't possibly spend it all.

The group quietly boarded the boat and returned to Midoa Island.

Surprisingly, it was Whitebeard who was seriously injured this time.

Having recovered, Whitebeard stretched his body, pondered for a moment, and then said, "You all go out. I want to talk to Martin alone."

"captain!"

Martin heard Smoothie call his name and knew what he was thinking.

“Smoothie is fine. Whitebeard isn’t the kind of person to hold grudges. He probably left me behind because he needs something. Don’t worry, go and gather everyone. We’ll set off as soon as I get back.”

"Then it's up to you, Captain!"

Smoothie led her men outside. Since her captain hadn't been injured in his duel with Whitebeard, it wouldn't be so easy for Whitebeard to deal with her captain.

"Gudong! Gudong!"

Whitebeard picked up the sake jar and took a few sips, as if he had made a decision. He put the jar aside and said, "Martin, what is your goal? Or is your ambition really to overthrow the World Government? Or is it to become the Pirate King?"

Martin shook his head and said, "I've said it before, Pirate King. I have no interest in such boring things. Besides, I'm not a pirate. I just want to sail freely on the sea, to know the secrets of this world, to help some people in need, and then to overthrow this world built by the Celestial Dragons."

"Gurararar! Martin, your goals and ambitions far surpass mine. I just want to be with my family, while you want to uncover the secrets of this world. Don't you know that the World Government won't let anyone know these secrets? You're very similar to someone else, who, like you, is striving to explore this world."

Whitebeard was lost in memories, reminiscing about the distant past. Suddenly, he remembered the person's entrustment. Whitebeard began to hesitate, wondering if he should hand this thing over to him. There was still a long time before his time was up. But then he thought, "The world has changed. It's completely different from his. Who can predict the future so far in advance?"

"Martin, your road ahead is very difficult. But once a man has a goal, he should pursue it. I have something to give you."

The white-bearded man stood up from his seat, flipped open the cushion, and took something out.

"Take it! It might be useful to you!"

Martin looked at what the white-bearded man handed him; it appeared to be a piece of paper.

Martin took the paper from the white-bearded man, placed it on the ground, and opened it to read. The paper was covered with dense text, which looked as if it had been printed from something rather than written on.

"Ancient script, is this historical text? No, this is historical text from road signs!"

Martin stared at the words on the paper, exclaiming in surprise several times. What excited him even more was that the contents of this paper were different from the contents of the two road sign historical texts he had obtained. Could it be that the contents of this paper were the historical text of the last road sign?

"Whitebeard, where did you get this Road Poneglyph from?!"

Whitebeard looked down at Martin, but he was surprised that Martin could understand ancient writing. It wasn't that no one in the world could understand these writings anymore.

“It was entrusted to me by an old friend. He said to give it to him when someone needs it. I think you really need it, so I’m giving you this road sign history. I hope it will be of some help to you.”

When Martin heard Whitebeard mention an old friend, he thought of Roger, the legendary Pirate King. Only Roger had collected a complete set of Road Poneglyphs and reached the legendary Laugh Tale. However, these Road Poneglyphs were supposed to be given to the World Child, but unexpectedly, Whitebeard had given them to him.

"Thank you, Whitebeard. I'll return it to you when I'm done!"

"Gudong! Gudong!"

Whitebeard took a few more sips of wine and said, "Why give it back to me! I have no interest in that thing. If you don't need it anymore, just give it to someone who needs it."

"Uh!"

"Whitebeard has entrusted this responsibility to me," Martin thought immediately. "Could it be that I and the Child of the World will now have a causal connection?" Martin began to fantasize.

"Wait, don't forget the money."

Martin remembered the important matter.

"Don't worry, I will give 80% of the treasure here to them."

Whitebeard waved his hand dismissively, showing no interest in money.

Martin is a smart kid, he likes him a lot.

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Dressrosa, the island of love and passion, has been unusually lively lately.

Since Charlotte Linlin, one of the Four Emperors, moved here, the island has become more and more like Whole Cake Island. Charlotte Linlin has also fallen in love with Doflamingo and is pursuing him madly, wanting a real love and wanting the island to live up to its name.

"Dover! That fat woman Charlotte Linlin is getting more and more outrageous. She's treating this place like her own home, meddling in everything on the island, and acting like she's the master."

Doflamingo hasn't laughed in a long time; he hasn't been able to laugh since Charlotte Linlin set her sights on him.

"Torrebol, any news on Martin? Where the bastard went? Why hasn't he shown up yet?"