One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 344: - : Bring My Daughters Home!

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Chapter 344: Bring My Daughters Home!

The atmosphere in the tavern shifted from tense to intimate.

"In this life," Whitebeard said softly, his voice rumbling like distant thunder, "what I’ve wanted has never been treasure. It hasn’t been conquest. And it certainly hasn’t been to rule this shitty world."

He looked at his hand, then clenched it into a fist.

"What I want... is only family."

Whitebeard slowly turned and pointed a massive finger at the dungeon portal screen behind him. It was dimming, ready to close.

"Kid."

He looked back at Blake.

"Do me a favor." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Take the metal skin. Take the regeneration. Take the cannon."

"I only have one wish."

"Let me take those brats... let me take my daughters out of that damnable hell!"

BOOM—!

The request hit the room harder than any shockwave.

Silence. Then, chaos in the minds of the onlookers.

Crazy. The old man was absolutely, clinically insane.

Sengoku’s composure shattered. He stood up, knocking his chair over.

"Newgate! Have you finally gone senile?!"

He roared, pointing an accusing finger at the Yonko.

"That is a dungeon! It’s a simulation! A game!"

"Those so-called ’daughters’ are nothing but lines of code! They are NPCs! Fake data!"

"You would actually give up the power to rule the world for a hallucination?! For something that doesn’t even exist?!"

"You are simply... unreasonable!"

It wasn’t just the Fleet Admiral. Doflamingo looked like his brain had short-circuited. Kaido grabbed his kanabo, confused and angry. To them, power was the only currency. To trade absolute power for "fake" family? It was the height of stupidity.

But Whitebeard didn’t turn. He didn’t dignify Sengoku with a response. He just stood there, a statue of devotion, waiting for Blake’s judgment.

Behind him, movement.

Marco. Jozu. Vista.

The three commanders stepped forward in perfect unison. There was no hesitation. No shock. No regret.

They stood tall, their expressions serene.

Marco shoved his hands deep into his pockets. His droopy eyes were wet, glistening with unshed tears, but his smile was blindingly proud.

"Sengoku, you don’t get it."

"This is our Pops."

Vista twirled his mustache, a gentleman even in the face of madness. "If he abandoned family for power, he wouldn’t be the man we swore to follow into the abyss."

Jozu crossed his diamond-hard arms, nodding solemnly. "In that world, Pops called them his daughters. That makes them our little sisters."

"Leaving family alone in hell... that is something the Whitebeard Pirates cannot do! Not now. Not ever!"

The sheer conviction of the crew washed over the room. The greedy, power-hungry warlords fell silent. They looked at the pirates—not with fear, but with a strange, grudging awe.

Luffy was already sobbing openly, wiping snot on his arm. "Wahhh... Old Man Whitebeard is too cool!"

Ace stared at the giant back of the man who in original trajectory would have adopted him, the son of the Devil. His heart squeezed painfully. This... this is what a real father is.

Behind the counter, Blake watched the tableau.

He looked at the old pirate who was willing to trade godhood for love. He looked at the "NPCs" that the world dismissed as data.

Blake smiled. A genuine, warm smile.

They don’t know, he thought. The dungeons aren’t games. They are fragments of reality. Those girls are as real as Sengoku standing right there.

Whitebeard didn’t know that. But he chose them anyway. And that made the choice beautiful.

System, Blake commanded silently.

Settle transaction.

Recycle all SSS-Class rewards.

Execute exchange.

Grant Special Authority: Plane Traction.

Blake looked up. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

SNAP!

The sound was crisp, cutting through the heavy atmosphere like a knife.

"Deal."

Blake’s voice was calm, but it carried the weight of a judge passing a verdict.

"As you wish, Edward Newgate."

"In exchange for your abandonment of god-tier power..."

"I grant you permission to break the barrier of dimensions."

HUMMMMM—!

The tavern shook.

The dungeon screen, which had been fading into darkness, suddenly flared. But this wasn’t the cold, blue light of the interface. It was a warm, golden radiance—the light of a sunrise.

Space twisted. The flat screen rippled like a pond disturbed by a stone, turning into a swirling vortex of golden energy.

Everyone held their breath. Sengoku leaned forward, eyes wide.

Could it... really be done?

Can you bring a fiction into reality?

A second passed. Then two.

Then, a sound.

Pat. Pat. Pat.

Footsteps. Small, hurried, frantic footsteps. And the sound of hiccuping sobs.

From within the golden swirl, a small head poked out.

Fire-red twin tails. Ragged, dirty clothes. A face stained with dust and tears.

Enju Aihara blinked, her ruby eyes darting around the strange, wooden room. She looked terrified, disbelief warring with hope on her face.

Then, she saw him.

The giant standing just outside the light. His arms were spread wide, his weapon cast aside. His face was crinkled in the kindest smile she had ever seen.

The hesitation vanished.

"FATHER—!!!"

The scream was raw, tearing from her throat. It wasn’t data. It wasn’t a recording. It was the cry of a living, breathing child.

Enju launched herself from the portal like a cannonball, flying through the air and slamming into Whitebeard’s chest. She buried her face in his coat, sobbing uncontrollably.

And she wasn’t alone.

"Pops!"

"Father!"

Another figure ran out. Tina. Then the others.

One by one, the Cursed Children poured out of the gate of light. They were dirty, they were skinny, and they were crying, but they were here.

They swarmed the giant. They hugged his legs, climbed onto his boots, grabbed his fingers.

"Wahhh... Father! Enju thought you left us! Enju thought it was a dream!"

"Pops... is this heaven?"

"I don’t care where it is! As long as Pops is here!"

Whitebeard knelt, bringing himself down to their level. He ignored the snot and dirt staining his coat. He laughed, a booming sound that shook the rafters, tears streaming freely down his own weathered cheeks.

"Gurararara..."

"Silly girls."

"I am Whitebeard!"

"I said I’d take you home, and I absolutely will not go back on my word!"

He stood up, lifting Enju onto his shoulder. He turned to face the room—to face the Marines, the Warlords, and the world.

His Haki exploded outward.

It wasn’t the sharp, cutting Haki of a conqueror seeking to rule. It was a dense, heavy wall of pressure—a declaration of absolute protection.

"Listen up, scum of this world!"

His voice was a roar, primal and terrifying.

"From today on, these children are not monsters! They are not Cursed Children!"

"They are crew members of the Whitebeard Pirates! They are my daughters! My most cherished family!"

His eyes locked onto Sengoku, then Doflamingo, daring them to move.

"If anyone dares to touch a single hair on their heads..."

"Even if I have to turn this ocean upside down, even if I have to sink Marineford and burn Mary Geoise to the ground..."

"I will tear you to shreds!"

In the corner, Sengoku slumped back into his chair. The protest died in his throat. He looked at the weeping, laughing children. He felt the warmth radiating from them.

They were real.

He looked at his old enemy, holding a little girl with red eyes on his shoulder, looking more majestic than he ever had sitting on a throne.

Sengoku sighed, a sound of defeat and grudging respect.

"That guy..."

"He actually went and did it."

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