Chapter 35: Even If I

I am Marquis Hou: “Terrifying. If that’s the case… I must show greater respect to the Guild Master. What if the Guild Master gets angry and kicks me out?”

I am Marquis Hou: “I once thought the Guild Master lacked such ability… but now I believe he could indeed kick me out if he wished.”

Marquis Voban also shrank his neck.

Though he had once feared nothing, this guild was ultimately special.

After all, this guild had injected much joy into his once-deadly dull life. He even felt that, even without killing a god, chatting in the Shuishui Guild room was quite delightful.

Lady Sister is truly amazing: “Currently catching up on anime.jpg. Also, flattering the Guild Master to assert my presence.”

Spatial Control Master Xiao Mei Yan: “Currently catching up on anime.jpg. Also, flattering the Guild Master to assert my presence +1.”

Originally grave and slightly expectant, wondering how Su Han would ultimately resolve the situation, Lansheng Zongyoujie’s expression shifted slightly. He shook his head with a silent laugh, yet his thoughts could not settle.

“The president actually has this kind of ability… If that’s the case, things might get troublesome from now on.”

Abilities cannot influence each other.

In other words, even if they meet, he cannot use his ability to hypnotize any other member of the guild.

“I just wonder—this rule against mutual harm, exactly what does it limit? Does it mean they can’t harm each other in direct combat?”

After thinking for a moment, Aizen Sōsuke dismissed the thought.

He had no current intention of targeting any guild member.

Before this new rule was enacted, he might have considered hypnotizing someone after meeting them.

Now that he can’t act, all his thoughts on the matter vanished entirely.

After all, even if he found a loophole in this rule against mutual harm and actually injured someone, what benefit would he gain beyond provoking the others’ suspicion?

Aizen had ambition, but he wasn’t a fool. He would never do anything without benefit.

Su Xiao: “…”

Su Xiao: “If viewed as a teammate, Aizen Sōsuke seems quite reliable.”

With the system as a safety net, Su Han’s wariness toward Aizen had largely faded.

Of course, largely faded didn’t mean all caution was gone.

Aizen’s ability was unmistakably evident in the original work—he was unquestionably a top-tier boss.

Su Han even suspected that if Aizen were thrown into the One Piece world, given enough time, he could silently overthrow the World Government and truly become the supreme ruler of that world.

Become my son: “…”

Become my son: “Though I’ve had no idea what’s been going on from start to finish, since the president has said so, I’ll grant this fellow named Aizen a little trust—for now.”

Tony isn’t the richest: “???”

Tony isn’t the richest: “I’m genuinely shocked! The guild system has this kind of god-tier mechanic? Fine, I’ll temporarily set aside my doubts about Aizen Sōsuke. But I’ll still remain vigilant toward him in the future. After all, he’s a major villain who made the president flinch.”

Xia Shizi: “Same vigilance +1.”

Fallen Angel Twelve-Winged Black Cat Clan: “Same vigilance +2.”

My Sister Is Unbearably Unlovable: “…”

My Sister Is Unbearably Unlovable: “It makes sense to be wary of Mr. Shitball, but why are you two jumping in? You’re just two ordinary people. If a major villain targets you, he might lower his own prestige. So just quietly live your ordinary lives.”

Xia Shizi: “…”

Xia Zhiqiu Shi Yu felt speechless. She’d originally thought she was the true sharp-tongued one, but now seeing this, she realized My Sister Is Unbearably Unlovable was nearly as devastating a verbal swordsman as herself.

Though it made perfect sense, the person who said it—Xia Zhiqiu Shi Yu found utterly irritating.

Xia Shizi: “@Su Xiao. President, we strictly followed your instructions! Yet now someone is openly contradicting you. I suspect this guy has different ideas about your rule—he wants to overthrow you and become president himself. @My Sister Is Unbearably Unlovable.”

My Sister Is Unbearably Unlovable: “!!!”

My Sister Is Unbearably Unlovable: “Don’t say that! I’ve always deeply respected and admired the president. I’ve never even imagined becoming president myself—maximum hope was being favored by the president and someday becoming vice president, that’s all!”

I Am a Marquis: “Hm?”

I Am a Marquis: “Vice president? I haven’t even spoken yet—who gave you the nerve?”

My Sister Is Unbearably Unlovable: “!!!”

My Sister Is Unbearably Unlovable: “I-I’m deeply sorry!”

Su Han, watching the guild chat, couldn’t help but smile wryly. Still, he didn’t use any administrative powers.

Su Xiao: “Quiet! @My Sister Is Unbearably Unlovable. You’re one of the few members here whose identity I still don’t know. If I catch you stirring up trouble again, I’ll mute you outright.”

My Sister Is Unbearably Unlovable: “…”

My Sister Is Unbearably Unlovable: “As ordered, my lord!”

Fallen Angel Twelve-Winged Black Cat Clan: “Tsk tsk! So much like a mule, eh? Needs a good whipping to behave.”

Xia Shizi: “Though I don’t know who this person is, I sense a familiar aura from them… This guy doesn’t seem like a big shot. More like Mr. Shitball.”

Tony isn’t the richest: “!!!”

Tony Stark protested: How did this turn into a discussion about him? And why was he not a big shot?

Sure, he relied on technology, not raw personal power, but wasn’t he still a world-class billionaire?

Tony isn’t the richest: “Sorry! Even if I’m not a big shot, I’m still Iron Man. Still the richest man in the world.”

My Sister Is Unbearably Unlovable: “…”

My Sister Is Unbearably Unlovable: “Damn rich people.”

Su Han, watching the guild chat, also wore a wry smile—but his gaze settled on My Sister Is Unbearably Unlovable, and a look of deep meaning crossed his face.

“This guy really doesn’t seem like a top-tier figure… Probably just an ordinary person. But his exact identity… I’ll keep an eye on that in the future.”

Su Xiao: "Now counting those who will be traveling to the One Piece world."

Su Xiao: "Fourth Hokage, Jiraiya, Uzumaki Nagato, Konan,侯爵, Black Cat Gokurou, Tony Stark, All Might, Aizen Sosuke. And me. Ten people total. Any additions?"

Fourth Hokage: "I think that’s all."

Xia Shizi: "@Su Xiao. President, when you beat the opponents this time, remember to livestream. I feel this will be a different but equally spectacular Battle of Marineford."

Fallen Angel Twelve-Winged Black Cat Clan: "@Xia Shizi. If we make Whitebeard our dad, we could go this time too! Last time, you should’ve joined me in recognizing Whitebeard as our dad."

Xia Shizi: "Though it’s a bit regrettable, I still hold my original view—I had just joined the guild and didn’t know anyone yet... I still have reservations about that."

Su Xiao: "Then now, everyone, officially meet."

Su Han took a deep breath, a faint flush of excitement appearing on his face. This was his first time crossing worlds.

After thinking it over, Su Han stood up, left a leave-of-absence note at home, then sent a text message to Zhao Linger.

"Should be fine now, right?"

Su Han fell into thought. He hadn’t requested leave from school, but he didn’t care much about such matters.

Ultimately, attending school was more about his desire for a peaceful life, not about using it to hide anything.

Even if the school expelled him, he wouldn’t lose anything.

"If so, let’s begin!" After a moment’s thought, Su Han directly clicked to enter the mission.

A brilliant radiance enveloped Su Han’s body, and in the next instant, he vanished from the room without a trace.

One Piece world.

Going Merry.

Whitebeard had a dozen IV bags hanging from his body, an oxygen tube connected to his nose. Though seated in a chair, his frame remained majestic, back straight as a rod.

Marco ordered Whitebeard Pirates to clean the deck of the Going Merry and transport massive quantities of meat and alcohol. As they worked, Marco occasionally turned to glance at Whitebeard, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"What’s going on with Dad this time?"

Marco muttered.

Not long ago, Whitebeard’s Second Division Commander, Ace, while venturing outside, encountered the current Marine Fleet Admiral, Bai Xiong, and was captured and imprisoned in Impel Down.

The moment Marco heard the news, his heart sank—he knew full well how much Whitebeard cherished his children.

So he understood: war between the Marines and the Whitebeard Pirates was now inevitable.

Yet, contrary to Marco’s expectations, the moment Whitebeard received the news, his expression was not pure shock or rage.

It was more like a mix of awe, disbelief, anger, and sudden understanding.

Shock and anger made sense—but what was this “understanding”?

Did you already suspect, before Ace left, that he might get arrested?

Marco really wanted to vent about this.

Though Whitebeard immediately issued a summons, gathering all Whitebeard Pirates, he did not rush toward Impel Down. Instead, he set up a banquet.

Whitebeard, who had been meditating, sensed something, lifted his head, noticed Marco’s confusion, and did not hide it—he let out a boisterous laugh.

"Oh-ho-ho! Marco, do you think it’s strange that I’m throwing a banquet now?"

Marco hesitated, then didn’t hold back—he nodded. "Dad, I am indeed confused."

Whitebeard narrowed his eyes, as if thinking, then said softly: "I’m throwing this banquet to welcome our reinforcements."

"To have the Whitebeard Pirates storm the Marineford alone—when the Marines are fully prepared—would mean catastrophic losses for us."

"Though the Whitebeard Pirates fear no battle, avoiding meaningless sacrifice is always better."

Whitebeard took a hearty swig of wine and roared with laughter.

"After all, you’re all my beloved sons!"

"Dad!"