Whitebeard stared at the underwear right in front of his face.
He could even see the crease running down the middle.
And this... became the final straw that broke the camel's back!
With a look of utter despair, he reached out, trying to brace himself against Jozu's two "peach pills".
But the moment he touched them—his hands passed right through!
With nothing to hold onto, his face plunged straight toward the underwear...
Whitebeard's expression twisted in horror!
But there was nothing he could do—he was a spirit, incapable of interacting with physical objects.
All he could do was watch helplessly as his face collided with the crease!
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You've earned 300,000 negative points!]
Before the system's voice even finished—
*THUD!*
Whitebeard slammed face-first into Jozu's butt.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You've earned 400,000 negative points!]
Another notification sounded.
And before that one could fade—
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You've earned 300,000 negative points!]
The reason?
Whitebeard was stuck.
Jozu's body wasn't exactly spacious, and Whitebeard—standing over six meters tall—had been propelled by the suction force with such momentum that half of his massive spirit form had been jammed inside.
The other half? Still dangling outside.
While Vir was pleased with the flood of negative points, the current situation was... problematic.
Whitebeard was in spirit form, and Vir couldn't physically touch him.
Other than the suction, nothing seemed to affect him.
This left Vir stumped.
Just as Vir was about to rummage through the system's shop for a solution, his hand accidentally brushed against Whitebeard's dangling leg.
His eyes widened in shock.
Huh? What the—? I can touch him?
This thing could actually let him interact with spirit forms?
That made things a lot simpler.
Why bother with other tools? He had a hundred ways to make old White "enter peacefully"!
A hundred!
In that case, this thing was almost redundant.
If he could grab a spirit, why rely on suction?
He could just grab Whitebeard and stuff him in his pocket!
As Vir's mind raced with creative ways to orchestrate Whitebeard's grand "entrance", the massive spirit suddenly shifted, moving slightly outward...
This startled Vir.
No! This wasn't good!
The suction was already at maximum power, yet Whitebeard was being pulled back out!
What did that mean?
It meant the pull from the afterlife had grown stronger than the tool's suction!
They'd dragged this out too long.
The other side's attraction was now overwhelming.
Alright, forget the pocket plan—this tool was essential.
Once inside, Whitebeard would be completely cut off from the afterlife's pull!
No time to think—stuff him in NOW!
Meanwhile, Whitebeard—halfway inside Jozu—suddenly felt a chill of dread.
Outside, the onlookers watched as Vir's leg swelled with muscle, their brows furrowing.
What the hell was this guy doing now?
Not only had his leg thickened, but his entire body's strength seemed to be focusing into his right leg...
A surge of Armament Haki suddenly coated it.
Everyone was baffled.
What?! An enemy?! Where?!
They hadn't sensed anything!
But Vir looked dead serious—even his eyes held a trace of killing intent!
Shiki, Kaido, and Bullet had maxed out their Observation Haki, yet... nothing.
Cold sweat dripped down their faces.
What kind of monster could evade their senses?!
They were panicking.
And they weren't the only ones.
Everyone was on edge.
The stronger they were, the uglier their expressions became.
Shanks was the worst off—his head swiveled like a spinning top, his grip on Gryphon's hilt tightening until his knuckles turned white.
But even he found nothing.
Yet Vir looked like he was charging up for a finishing move!
All eyes locked onto him.
His right leg crackled with purple lightning.
This was no joke—he was going all out!
Nobody, not even Marco—who knew Vir best—thought this was part of the treatment.
Then—
*SMASH!*
Whitebeard's spirit suddenly felt a chill from below.
Before he could react, an immense force slammed into his backside!
His eyes bulged as his entire body was compressed violently.
Pain exploded from his rear.
His skull felt like it was being crushed into his stomach.
And then—
*SQUELCH!*
Inside the tool, Whitebeard was dazed.
What... just happened?
If he didn't know better, he'd have thought Jozu had lost his mind again!
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You've earned 200,000 negative points!]
Vir exhaled in relief.
Good.
Just in time.
A moment later, and Whitebeard might've been sucked away for good.
Now that he was inside, the time pressure was gone.
The system's tools were reliable.
Wiping imaginary sweat from his brow, Vir glanced at the crowd—
Only to find them all gaping in shock.
Vir blinked.
Huh? Can they see spirits now?
Why the hell are they staring?
What he didn't realize was—
They couldn't see Whitebeard's spirit.
But that was exactly why they were stunned.
Because the moment Vir struck—
Everyone had braced for battle.
Weapons drawn, Haki flaring—ready for an epic clash!
And then—
*WHAM!*
Vir's fully charged, lightning-wreathed kick...
Landed squarely on toy Jozu's ass.
Silence.
The toy's rear jiggled cutely.
The strongest fighters in the world stood frozen.
...You prepared THAT... for THIS?!
Their eyes slowly turned toward Jozu.
You.
There's something WRONG with you.
Jozu's toes had already shredded through his shoes and were now digging into the ground.
'I SWEAR I DON'T KNOW EITHER!!!'
Just as Marco was about to scold Jozu, Vir marched straight toward him.
Marco's soul left his body.
'NO! NOT ME! ANYONE BUT ME!'
Vir stopped in front of him, puzzled by Marco's despair, and asked:
"Where's that pot from earlier?"
Marco blanked.
Pot? What pot?
Before he could respond, a hand dove toward his crotch.
Marco's face paled.
He grabbed Vir's wrist, his eyes screaming:
'STOOOOOP!!!'
'Once was enough!'
'You're doing it AGAIN?!'
'My pants can't fit that!!!'
But Vir ignored his pleading.
With a firm yank—
A massive iron pot was pulled out from Marco's waistband.
Kaido, Shanks, and the others stared in silence.
Their eyes flicked between Marco's face and his apparently bottomless pants.
"Hahaha! I didn't see that coming, Marco! Tiny guy, big storage, huh?!" Kaido roared.
Marco joined Jozu in digging a hole to hell with his toes.
Just end me.
"Got some inspiration earlier." Vir said casually, placing the pot next to Whitebeard's corpse.
"If medicine needs to be boiled... why not boil the PATIENT with it?"
At first glance—
Huh. That... kinda makes sense?
Efficient. Maximizes absorption.
But then—
WAIT, WHAT?!
BOIL THE PATIENT ALONG WITH THE MEDICINE?!
ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!
If this worked, every doctor present would quit on the spot.
"Toss 'em in, cook 'em well—BAM! Healing complete!"
Yeah, no wonder you're the best.
Nobody else would even THINK of this!
We bow to your unhinged genius.
Your patients must love you.
(They don't.)
Meanwhile—
Hospital director Rogu, who had been treating Zephyr, nearly choked.
Every medic in the vicinity paused to stare.
Who the HELL just said that?!
Rogu's worldview cracked.
"Boil the patient...?"
At this rate, by the time you're done, they'd be well-done.
Genius.
...What a menace.
With a sigh, Rogu shook his head.
His impression of Vir was now cemented:
An attention-seeking lunatic.