The Revolutionary Army was still in the East Blue.
They received news very slowly.
After receiving the news, Dragon was silent for a long time.
"Mr. Kevin, it seems your path was mistaken." Dragon's expression seemed calm, but he had some guesses about Kevin's outcome.
Directly opposing the World Government's pressure.
How could it be that easy?
If it were that simple, someone would have overthrown the World Government hundreds of years ago.
"My handsome treasure boy is dead." The Okama King was very sad.
Tyrant Kuma remained expressionless.
He felt melancholic, yet also a little relieved.
Only Tyrant Kuma himself knew the reason for his relief.
Because he was about to become a Shichibukai, he naturally knew his mission and the pressure, a situation that was almost certainly fatal, but for his ideals, he was willing to plunge into danger.
Tyrant Kuma only had one concern.
That was his daughter, Bonney, who remained in his hometown.
He knew his daughter's personality; her dream was not to become a Revolutionary Army member, nor was she suited for the Revolutionary Army.
He had always worried that after becoming a Shichibukai, he wouldn't be able to take care of Bonney.
He had previously considered asking Kevin to help take care of her, believing in Kevin's character, and given that the Sun and Moon Pirates were all women, it seemed most suitable.
He hadn't made up his mind yet.
Then he heard the news of Kevin's death.
He was relieved that Bonney was not currently with the Sun and Moon Pirates, otherwise it would have been too dangerous.
"Betty is homeless; let her come back." Dragon remembered Belo Betty, who had been poached by Kevin.
He instantly understood their predicament.
So he spoke out.
Making the chaotic situation on the sea even more chaotic.
Because of Kevin's "legacy," all the famous forces on the sea had taken action.
For a time, the sea was filled with apprehension.
Doflamingo, who had returned to the Dressrosa Kingdom, looked at the current sea situation with satisfaction.
He had orchestrated it himself.
Thinking of himself, secretly manipulating events that affected many monsters, the madness and smugness on Doflamingo's lips could not be concealed.
"Violet, you must constantly monitor the movements on the sea; once news arrives, use your ability to investigate immediately."
Doflamingo looked at Violet, his newly recruited cadre.
She was also the former princess of the Dressrosa Kingdom.
"Yes!"
Violet answered calmly.
But when her gaze fell upon Doflamingo's back, hatred and fear flashed in her eyes, deep down.
Buried deep in her heart.
She dared not show it.
She had already learned that Doflamingo had, through various means, obtained from the World Government one of the Shichibukai member positions that had a significant impact during this period.
Which meant.
Through legitimate means, there was no longer any chance to drive away Doflamingo's attempt to occupy the kingdom.
"The Sea Emperor, Red Hair, the Revolutionary Army, the World Government... so who will be the final winner and inherit Kevin's legacy? Hahaha, things are getting more and more interesting."
Doflamingo's arrogant laughter echoed in the air.
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...
The Whitebeard Pirates seemed to be staying out of it.
At this moment, Marco was vehemently requesting Whitebeard to agree to his plan.
"Pops, the Immortality Surgery has spread throughout the sea; Kaido, Big Mom, and Red Hair have all taken action, so it must be true." Marco looked at Whitebeard excitedly.
That was the Immortality Surgery.
Especially Marco, being the ship doctor.
He understood Whitebeard Pops' body best; it was now at the end of its peak, and some hidden ailments were starting to show.
His abilities only treated the symptoms, not the root cause.
Many nights, Marco worried, what would happen as Pops' physical condition declined with time?
Although it wouldn't happen in the short term.
But in a few years, ten years?
It was an inevitable situation.
"Immortality? I'm not interested in that," Whitebeard said with a hearty laugh.
He never cared about birth, aging, sickness, and death.
"But Pops, what if one day... you're no longer around?" Marco didn't shy away from asking, not caring if Whitebeard would get angry.
Whitebeard chuckled, "Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all normal. If I die, I die."
"But what about us?"
"Yeah, Pops, if one day you're not here, what will we do?"
"We want to be with Pops forever."
The commanders and all the crew members gathered around Whitebeard.
Their sincerity was clear.
The "father-son" relationship was very harmonious.
Blackbeard, among them, was even more moving, hugging Whitebeard's leg and wailing, "Pops, if you're gone, I won't live either."
Blackbeard really wanted the Whitebeard Pirates to participate in the competition for the Ope-Ope no Mi.
But he wasn't doing it for Pops Whitebeard.
Instead, he thought that if the Pirate Crew obtained the Ope-Ope no Mi, he could secretly scheme to get it for himself. With Blackbeard's ambition, it was impossible for him not to have thoughts about immortality.
If he could become immortal, then one day he would be able to wait for the fruit he desired.
"You guys?"
Whitebeard looked at his sons.
He was deeply moved.
Family was his biggest dream, the softest spot in his heart, and it was touched.
"Alright, stop crying. I'm still alive, and I'm not going to die immediately," Whitebeard said, both touched and speechless.
His body was in good shape right now.
Why did they look as if he was about to die immediately?
"But Pops, we need to think about the future." Marco looked at Pops Whitebeard.
He was already sixty years old, entering his later years.
A person's peak is usually between forty and sixty years old. He had already passed his peak, and what followed was a decline, an outcome no one could change.
Sixty years old was already considered an old age for a pirate.
His sons pleaded bitterly again.
Whitebeard hesitated. Not for himself, but for his sons, who wouldn't want to stay with their sons forever? He looked at Marco: "Marco, what do you want to do?"
"I will retrieve the Ope-Ope no Mi for Pops," Marco said confidently.
He was confident that he could participate in the competition and succeed.
"That kid Kevin, I admire him a lot. To snatch his things right after he died, I find it a bit difficult to do," Whitebeard still shook his head.
It was shameful.
If it were a pirate of his own generation, Whitebeard wouldn't have such thoughts. If it was to be taken, it would be taken. They were all pirates; taking things was normal.
But he, the dignified Strongest Man Whitebeard, was now like everyone else, bullying a junior, and (Qian Nuohao) it was the Sun and Moon Pirates Remnants left behind after the junior's death.
It was dishonorable.
"Pops, the Sun and Moon Pirates Remnants are now in crisis. They can't survive on their own. Even with Gion, they won't last long and will eventually die at sea. Even Red-Haired Shanks and the Revolutionary Army have offered to take them in, but on this sea, who else is qualified to compare with Pops? Only Pops can protect them."
Marco looked at Whitebeard with admiration.
In terms of fame and prestige, no one on the sea could compare with Whitebeard now.
Whitebeard was a living legend.
Whitebeard fell into deep thought.
Finally, he nodded in agreement: "Alright, I'll consider it a good deed. Marco, go ahead and do it."
"Yes!"
Marco was ecstatic.
Pops had finally agreed.
Blue flames burned on his body, transforming him into an Immortal Bird, soaring high with flapping wings.
The Whitebeard Pirates had also joined in.
The "legacy" left by Kevin became the most fragrant food on the sea.
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