One Piece - Life Choice Ask Me to Kiss Marine Goddes Hina

"Boss! Boss, come quick! We've got hope for food this week!"

On a pirate ship with only twenty crew members, the lookout, looking through a telescope, suddenly shouted in excitement.

This crew survived by robbing small merchant ships, but their luck had run out. It had been a full month since their last piracy, and the food supply had run out two days ago. Every pirate on board was starving.

At this point, they weren't picky. Forget small merchant ships—they were desperate enough to go after large cargo vessels. That's why the lookout was so excited.

If they didn't rob something soon, they wouldn't survive much longer.

"Hahaha! Good job! Give me the telescope—I'll see where the ship is!"

The captain climbed up to the lookout post, eagerly taking the telescope from the young man's hand. His excitement was palpable as he looked out into the distance.

But the moment he saw what was coming, his excitement turned to dread, and his knees nearly buckled.

On the horizon, a single ship became larger and larger, followed by an entire fleet of massive, steel warships filling the sea. The sheer number and size of the ships sent a chill down his spine.

In that instant, the pirate captain wasn't thinking about robbing anymore—he was wondering how to plan his next life.

"Grandma! I told you to find a meal ticket, not summon the King of Hell!"

Fuming, the pirate captain kicked his crew off the observation deck.

"Turn the helm! Turn it quickly! Let's get out of here!" he shouted frantically to the crew below, his eyes fixed on the approaching fleet. 

The only thing on his mind was escaping before those steel ships crushed them to bits.

"Boss, your order might be a little late," one of the crew said nervously.

 "Yeah, maybe put down the telescope and look at us first," another added.

Confused, the captain glanced down, and what he saw nearly made him faint.

He had no idea when a group of strangers had appeared on his pirate ship.

His crew was easily subdued, knives pressed against their necks as they sat trembling, their faces filled with despair.

The captain looked up again and froze. A massive shadow loomed over his ship. Behind them, a smiling whale ship had silently appeared.

"W-Whitebeard Pirates!"

Clink. 

The telescope slipped from his hands, hitting the deck and shattering into pieces.

Meanwhile, Lynch, completely unaware of the chaos, was calmly using a Den-Den Mushi to patiently explain something to an old man at a Marine base.

"Yes, yes, I'm really not planning a terrorist attack. Why don't you believe me?" 

Lynch said with exaggerated patience.

"What are you even talking about? I wouldn't attack a Marine Headquarter—I can't afford to fight anyone. Besides, I've got plenty of fans."

"Sure, sure, don't worry. When I get the chance, I'll shave that old goat of yours."

"Baa~baa! Baa baa!" came the panicked bleating of a goat on the other end, followed by a sharp click as the Den-Den Mushi abruptly hung up.

Lynch chuckled, shaking his head. "Looks like Sengoku's under a lot of pressure these days," 

It was said the Fleet Admiral's hair had gone entirely gray. Hopefully, he could hold on a little longer.

Lynch hadn't expected Sengoku to call him in the first place.

"Sir, the Whitebeard Pirates are here. Whitebeard has invited you to meet," Mark said as he entered the room.

Ding!

[New life options detected.]

[Task Option 1: While Whitebeard is sleeping, remove his oxygen tube. Reward: Paramecia·Self-Healing Fruit.]

[Task Option 2: Let Tom gain the respect of the entire Whitebeard crew. Reward: Superman·Tom·Three Moves Experience Card (Movie Version).]

[Task Option 3: Show the Whitebeard Pirates the true terror of the West Blue Emperor. Reward: Sun Candle form body length increased by ten meters.]

"The choices again?" Lynch murmured, raising an eyebrow.

He couldn't help but wonder what was going on. For an entire year, the system had been silent, but now, two back-to-back missions had suddenly appeared

Perhaps the system had been idle because Lynch's past year had been too calm, leaving it no chance to stir up trouble.

He quickly dismissed Task 1. With Whitebeard's current health, the oxygen tube wouldn't buy him many years anyway.

Option 2 caught his interest—it had potential for unexpected benefits.

As for Option 3, he decided to pass. Gaining ten meters in his Sun Candle form wasn't worth it; after all, he could achieve that by eating more Sea Kings. Without hesitation, he chose Option 2.

"Since they've extended such a sincere invitation, we can't afford to lose face," Lynch said calmly.

"I'll take Tom and head to their ship alone. There's no need for anyone else to follow."

"But, my lord!" one of his subordinates protested.

"Relax," Lynch reassured with a faint smile. "If I want to leave, not even the Whitebeard Pirates can stop me."

Lynch understood that the Whitebeard Pirates dared to face thirty warships without fear. To match their boldness, he needed to meet them alone—anything less would fail to honor their courage.

On the vast sea, thirty warships encircled the Moby Dick, creating an imposing sight.

The world seemed to hold its breath as an eerie silence fell between the two sides.

Suddenly, a mechanical arm extended from one of the warships, firing a thin rope that securely latched onto the Moby Dick.

With a bottle of wine in one hand and Tom Cat under the other arm, Lynch stepped onto the narrow rope—no thicker than a finger—his expression calm yet commanding.

"Lynch is coming," Thatch said in a low voice, tension creeping into his tone.

"You young people, step back," Marco warned, his voice tinged with concern.

"Your bodies can't handle what's coming."

Bang!

The moment Lynch's feet touched the deck of the Moby Dick, hundreds of intense gazes turned to him, cold and unyielding, as if testing his resolve.

Marco, Jozu, Thatch, Teach, Vista, Blamenco, Rakuyo, Blenheim...

All stood tall, their eyes fixed on the man before them. 

At the center, seated on the grand throne, was the larger-than-life figure of Whitebeard, exuding an air of boldness and authority.

"A mere speck of dust dares to gaze upon the blazing sun?!"

Lynch stepped forward, his eyes sharp as blades. In an instant, an overwhelming Haki erupted from him, surging outward like a tidal wave of dominance.

Pa!

Pa!

Pa!

One by one, crew members collapsed like falling dominoes, rendered unconscious by the sheer force of his Conqueror's Haki.

"Is it too late already?" Marco muttered, rubbing his temples in frustration.

The captains exchanged uneasy glances, feeling the overwhelming pressure of Lynch's Conqueror's Haki.

What a terrifying Haki... It might even surpass that man's!

"Hey... you alright?"

A stronger pirate managed to stay conscious for a moment longer, his knees wobbling as he stammered, before collapsing like the others.

"What incredible Haki!" 

Teach thought, his eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and calculation.

By the time Lynch had taken just three steps, only the division commanders and a handful of pirates still stood, the rest scattered across the deck, unconscious.

Click!

The planks along the side of the ship suddenly shattered. Marco's heart beat wildly.

Is this Conqueror's Haki too strong?

It was affecting physical objects. Can it still be called Conqueror's?

Before the Moby Dick could be further damaged, Lynch put away his Haki.

"I'm sorry," Lynch said with a calm smile. 

"I gave you a warning as soon as I boarded. I don't like being stared at like a monkey."

He set down the barrel, held Tom Cat in his arms, and faced Whitebeard, still smiling

"Guurararara~ What an arrogant brat."

"How dare you treat my sons this way on my ship? Do you know who I am? I'm Whitebeard!"

With a furious roar, Whitebeard grabbed Murakumogiri, his mighty sword, from beneath the main seat and swung it down towards Lynch.

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TO BE CONTINUED

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