One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 336: - : Pops’ Wrath! Be My Daughter!

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Chapter 336: Pops’ Wrath! Be My Daughter!

The alley was held in a deathly, expectant silence. The girls in rags stared in paralyzing terror at the gargantuan sake gourd and the weathered, ancient face behind it. Their minds, dulled by the constant, grinding cycle of hunger and fear, were incapable of processing the gesture.

Is he not a monster? Why is the giant offering us a gift?

"Gurarara..."

Whitebeard chuckled softly at their stunned, wide-eyed expressions. He nudged the gourd forward another inch, his movements as delicate as if he were trying not to startle a nest of newborn birds.

Finally, driven by a hunger that outweighed her fear, a girl with messy, vibrant red hair reached out. Her fingers trembled as they touched the cool, lacquered surface. No trap. No pain.

Finding it safe, she lunged for the gourd, yanking out the stopper and tilting the massive vessel back. She drank greedily, the sweet, nourishing liquid sliding down her parched throat. A warmth she hadn’t felt in years instantly radiated through her body.

"It... it’s good..." The girl’s eyes sparked with a sudden, desperate hope. Seeing her, the other girls swarmed forward, their fear momentarily forgotten as they fought for a turn at the gourd.

"Hey, Pops, that’s top-shelf sake," Marco said, scratching his head with a wry smile. "Giving booze to kids? That’s a bit much, even for us."

"Gurarara... Shut your trap," Whitebeard dismissed him with a casual wave. "As long as it puts some life back into their bellies, it doesn’t matter what it is."

However, this brief flicker of warmth was violently snuffed out by the shrill, rising wail of sirens.

Screeech—!!!

A line of patrol cars swerved to a halt, their tires smoking as they completely blocked the alley’s exit. The doors were kicked open, and more than a dozen heavily armed T.S.D. officers leapt out, their rifles already leveled. They looked at the girls with expressions of unadulterated loathing. The captain leading the squad stepped forward, his face twisted with a casual, practiced malice.

"Tch! A nest of rats that just won’t die!" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "Sneaking into the inner city to steal again? You cursed little monsters! Get the hell out of the district before I start counting bodies!"

The girls, who had finally regained a ghost of color in their cheeks, froze. The light in their eyes died instantly, replaced by a bone-deep terror and a hollow, practiced numbness. Instinctively, they prepared to drop the gourd and flee, but the exit was a wall of black armor and steel.

"Captain! Look back there!"

One of the soldiers screamed, pointing into the depths of the alley. "What... what the hell is that?! A Super-Giant Gastrea?!"

Only then did the squad notice the four towering figures standing behind the children. Whitebeard, standing over six meters tall, literally filled the canyon of the alley. His massive shadow fell over the soldiers like a death sentence.

"Are you kidding me?!" The captain’s pupils constricted to needles. "There’s no record of a humanoid monster of that scale! All units, alert! Prepare to fire!"

He roared the order, his finger already tightening on the trigger. But before he could even blink, a blur of blue and yellow appeared in front of the girls.

It was Marco. He stood with his arms folded, his half-closed eyes tracking the soldiers with a look of supreme boredom. Faint flickers of blue phoenix fire licked at the air around his shoulders.

"Hey, hey... that’s more than enough, don’t you think?" Marco’s tone was lazy, but it held the sharpness of a razor. "Bullying a bunch of starving children... don’t you grown men feel even a shred of shame?"

"The... the monster spoke!"

"Shut up! You monster! Get away from those cursed brats!" The captain’s fear had curdled into a blind, frantic rage. In his mind, Marco and Whitebeard were simply larger versions of the "monsters" they already hunted.

"Since you’re with them, you can all rot together! Open fire!!!"

bang bang bang bang bang——!!!

A dense, deafening hail of lead erupted from the rifles, tearing through the air toward Marco.

"Marco!" Jozu and Vista’s eyes narrowed, though they didn’t move.

Marco didn’t even bother to flinch. He simply clicked his tongue, allowing the high-velocity rounds to slam into his chest and face.

Ding ding ding——!

The moment the bullets made contact, they were swallowed by flickering blue flames and dropped harmlessly into the mud. He remained completely unscathed, not a single mark on his skin.

"What?!" The soldiers stared in paralyzed horror. Their weapons—their pride—were useless?!

"I told you..." Marco began, picking at his ear with a bored sigh. "It’s use—"

He didn’t finish. A stray bullet, fired by a panicked soldier, grazed Marco’s cheek and slammed into the sake gourd held by the red-haired girl. The gourd shattered in her arms. The sweet, precious liquid spilled into the dirt, mixing with the filth of the alley.

The girl stared at her empty, shaking arms, then at the puddle of wasted drink on the ground. A second later, she let out a soul-shattering, broken sob.

The alley went into a vacuum of silence.

The laziness vanished from Marco’s face. He slowly—very slowly—turned his head to look at the sobbing child. Then, he turned back toward the soldiers. His eyes were no longer half-closed; they were narrow, dangerous slits. A cold, burning killing intent began to bleed from his body.

"You bastards... You’ve done something... you really shouldn’t have."

But even more terrifying than Marco’s rage was a pressure that was heavier, darker, and more absolute—a kingly aura that demanded the world’s submission.

BOOM—!!!!

An invisible shockwave of pure, unadulterated willpower erupted from the depths of the alley like a tsunami. It didn’t crack the walls, yet it felt as if all the oxygen in the city had been sucked away in an instant.

At the alley entrance, the arrogant soldiers were frozen. Their bodies stiffened as if they had been turned to stone, unable to even twitch a finger. Their pupils dilated to their limits in sheer, primal terror. They tried to scream, but their throats were clamped shut by an invisible hand.

They could only watch as the mountain of a man stepped slowly out of the shadows.

The gentle look was gone from Whitebeard’s face, replaced by a cold, soul-freezing indifference. He didn’t even look at the soldiers. To him, they weren’t even worth the status of ants.

Plop!

Plop!

Plop!

With every heavy step he took, the soldiers collapsed like wheat before a scythe. One by one, their eyes rolled back, they foamed at the mouth, and they fell stiffly to the ground, unconscious. The mere pressure of his killing intent had incapacitated the entire squad in seconds.

The world went quiet.

Whitebeard walked up to the red-haired girl and slowly sank onto one knee. The simple movement made the earth itself shudder. He reached out with a hand covered in the scars of a legendary life—a hand the size of a room—and carefully wiped the tears and dirt from the girl’s face.

"Don’t cry, brat." His voice was a raspy rumble.

The girl’s sobbing stopped abruptly. She raised her gemstone-red eyes and stared blankly at the giant. She didn’t understand why this man had stood up for her, or why his gaze was suddenly so... warm.

Whitebeard looked into those eyes, filled with confusion and lingering pain, and his lips slowly curved into a genuine, fatherly smile.

"Hey, brat. What’s your name?"

The girl blinked, answering instinctively in a small, shaky voice. "...Enju. Enju Aihara."

"Enju, is it..."

Whitebeard nodded. Then, under the stunned gazes of Enju, the other children, and his own sons, he spoke with a tone of absolute, earth-shaking gravity.

"Gurarararara..."

"Be my daughter!"

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