Whitebeard's speculation wasn't without reason.
Over these years, Bob had established alliances and formed the Revolutionary Army.
He openly opposed the World Government and participated in the Summit War.
Moreover, during these two years, he conducted worldwide recruitment, openly expanding his forces.
Most importantly, Bob didn't seem to age at all.
While Whitebeard himself had visibly aged over time, Bob remained exactly the same as when they first met, showing no signs of aging.
If he were Joy Boy, it would make perfect sense—after all, Joy Boy had lived for over 800 years!
However, upon hearing Whitebeard's words, Bob rolled his eyes.
"Of course not. Did you forget what I told you before?"
"I'm not from this world!"
"And that name... I wouldn't stoop so low to take it for myself!"
For Bob, who had merged with the Saitama template, even Joy Boy would have to kneel before him.
To others in this world, Joy Boy might be a name that inspired awe in ordinary people and put the World Government on high alert.
But because of Bob's arrival and everything he had done in this world, even if Joy Boy were truly known worldwide, his influence wouldn't cause much of a stir—at most, it would only shock people briefly.
After all, the name "Bob" had already become one that inspired reverence in ordinary people and even pirates, while striking fear into the hearts of the World Government.
"Gurararara!"
"You got me so excited with that talk that I forgot about it for a moment!"
Whitebeard recalled that Bob had once told him he wasn't from this world but another place.
It was only after Bob's reminder that it suddenly came back to him.
"That Joy Boy... is the Straw Hat Kid, Monkey D Luffy!" Bob said with a laugh.
"It's him?!" Whitebeard's face twitched slightly upon hearing this.
Clearly, Bob's words had shocked him.
Now, he finally understood why Luffy's growth in the New World had been so rapid.
"How did you know all this?" Whitebeard turned his gaze to Bob, his eyes filled with curiosity.
"Because the fruit he ate wasn't the Gum-Gum Fruit—it was the Human-Human fruit model : Sun god Nika!" Bob replied.
"So, he is fated to liberate the whole world, is that it?"
As he spoke, Whitebeard pushed the cup in front of Bob, staring at him intently.
Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Bob's lips, but he didn't answer Whitebeard's question.
"You should drink this tea! It's brewed with rare medicinal herbs!"
"It'll do your body good!" Bob frowned slightly as he looked at Whitebeard.
Getting Whitebeard to take medicine was like pulling teeth—but if it was framed as tea, he might actually drink it.
"Gurararara!"
"Just cut to the chase, Bob!"
Whitebeard didn't even glance at the tea, his eyes fixed on the barrel of sake Bob had placed on the floor.
Noticing Whitebeard's gaze, Bob sighed helplessly and brought the barrel over.
"Try to control yourself."
With that, Whitebeard grabbed the cup of medicated tea and downed it in one gulp.
A look of nausea flashed across his face before he picked up the barrel of booze and began chugging it down.
Watching Whitebeard's actions, Bob's lips twitched slightly.
Then, his expression paused briefly before he spoke slowly.
"I'm planning to go to Mary Geoise." Bob's words were soft, but they made Whitebeard's body shudder violently.
"Cough! Cough!!"
Two sharp coughs escaped him—Whitebeard had nearly choked on Bob's words.
"You're going to Mary Geoise?"
"Will those World Government bastards even agree to see you?"
It was no wonder Whitebeard looked so shocked.
After all, who was Bob now? He was the true leader of the Revolutionary Army.
For such a major figure—no, a major villain—to go to the World Government's headquarters at Mary Geoise, would they even let him in?
They'd surely have heavy security, maybe even set up countless traps in Mary Geoise.
"I'm not going there to reason with those World Government fools!"
"I'm going to topple Mary Geoise!"
Bob drained the tea in his cup in one gulp, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"Are you... trying to overthrow the World Government?!" Whitebeard's towering chest heaved violently, his emotions surging in a rare display of unrest.
Even as one of the Four Emperors of the New World, the former strongest man in the world, Whitebeard felt his mind reel at Bob's declaration.
What kind of existence was the World Government?
It had ruled the world for a full eight hundred years! Since the day he was born, he had lived under its established order.
Though he knew Bob's preparations over the years would lead to this day, when it finally arrived, it still felt surreal.
But soon, Whitebeard steadied himself.
So what if it was the World Government?
If his brother wanted to pull off something this big, Whitebeard would charge forward without hesitation—even if it meant dying on the battlefield.
"Gurararara!"
"Bob, you're just like before—always doing things that shock even me."
"Name the time and place for this war. I will lead my entire crew to lend you my strength!"
Whitebeard laughed heartily, his booming voice reverberating through the room as if threatening to shatter the walls.
Outside, the patrolling crew members on deck jumped at the sound of his laughter.
"What's up with Pops? Haven't heard him laugh this freely in ages!"
"Must be remembering something happy!"
Two crewmates quickly passed by Pops' room, whispering among themselves.
However, the two men inside the room paid no mind to the outside chatter.
"Hahaha!"
"Think your body can still swing that bisento?"
"Don't drag me down when the time comes!"
Bob teased him, eyeing the IV tubes plugged into Whitebeard's body.
He hadn't told Whitebeard this to ask for his help in battle—but to let him witness this moment.
After all, in Whitebeard's current state, if he fought again, he'd collapse from exhaustion before the enemy even laid a hand on him.
This time, Bob would lead the Revolutionary Army to Mary Geoise and take them all down single-handedly!
"Gurararara!"
Hearing Bob's laughter, Whitebeard responded with an even heartier laugh.
With a sudden shake of his hands, the medicine bottles hanging on the stand clinked together, producing crisp glass sounds.
Meanwhile, the supreme-grade blade Murakumogiri was now gripped in Whitebeard's hand, as an overwhelming aura erupted from his body.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
"I take back what I just said!"
Seeing Whitebeard about to go berserk, Bob immediately cut off his next move—which was clearly about to slash someone.
Then, he tossed Whitebeard a bag filled with medicine bottles.
After that, he poured Whitebeard another cup of tea.