"People have to do something with their lives."
In response to Whitebeard's question, Caesar simply chuckled.
"Give it a try, who knows, it might work out? If it fails, just pretend it never happened, haha…"
Caesar always believed that people should take things lightly, whether it was about people or situations. This was something he had learned from Lei Jun.
Life is short, why waste it on internal struggles?
Pressure is good, but it shouldn't affect one's state of mind.
"Hey, hey, isn't that a bit too casual?"
Marco couldn't help but smile at Caesar's attitude, though he didn't quite agree with it.
"The path to supremacy isn't child's play. Those who make it to the New World are all people who have staked their lives on it. It's good that you can take things lightly, but don't let that make you complacent."
"Ah, I know!"
Caesar nodded, naturally understanding this principle: "You guys too."
"Us? Hahaha…"
Jozu laughed heartily: "We're part of the Emperor Crew, how could we be weak? And Pops is the world's strongest man!"
"The world's strongest… man?"
Caesar raised an eyebrow and suddenly let out a snort.
"Hey! What do you mean by that? Are you looking down on Pops?"
Noticing Caesar's attitude, Jozu immediately shouted in anger, and the others around them frowned, clearly displeased.
Whitebeard, however, showed no reaction. He just smiled and continued pouring wine into his mouth.
The title of the world's strongest man was something he had never cared about.
The only thing he cared about in this world was his sons.
"Ah, no, I didn't mean to offend, I just suddenly thought of something…"
Caesar couldn't help but grin: "I recently got some news… Gaban, a former crew member of the Pirate King, is now settled in the Giant Country of Elbaf."
Jozu tilted his head: "So what? Even Roger only managed to tie with Pops!"
"I heard he married a giant wife."
"Pfft— cough cough!"
Whitebeard, who had been drinking, suddenly turned his head and spat out the wine, coughing violently while covering his mouth.
"Ah, this…"
The others were clearly stunned by this sudden news, momentarily forgetting to check on Whitebeard's condition.
"Ah, Pops, are you okay?"
"I'm fine… cough cough…"
After a brief moment of shock, Marco noticed Whitebeard's unusual state and quickly helped him catch his breath.
Meanwhile, he still looked at Caesar in disbelief: "Hey, hey, is this for real? Something like this… is it really possible?"
"It's true…"
Caesar nodded: "Though I don't know how he managed it, the guy even has a son now."
"He even has a son?!"
Everyone was utterly shocked, wearing expressions of confusion but profound amazement.
The world is full of diverse races, and intermarriage between them is quite common.
More common are the long-armed, long-legged, and long-necked races, while rarer ones like the mermaids and minks also have cases of intermarriage with humans.
In essence, everyone is human, except for male mermaids who reproduce through external fertilization. The sexual characteristics of other races aren't vastly different, just their appearances.
But the giants? That's a difference in size!
A massive difference in size!
"Gurararara!"
Whitebeard suddenly burst into laughter, "So that's the world's strongest… in every sense. It seems my title as the world's strongest man is about to be passed on."
Hearing this, everyone erupted into uproarious laughter, their guffaws thunderous.
"Hahaha… no way, are you kidding?!"
Jozu laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face, "Of all the ways, it had to be something so hard to accept yet impossible to deny!"
"Damn it! In my heart, Pops will always be the world's strongest man!"
The most straightforward Atmos slammed his thigh, "No, we've got to find Pops a giantess!"
"Stay put, you idiot!"
Amid the laughter, Whitebeard punched Atmos on the head, fearing that the man might actually go out and bring back a giantess for him.
He was almost seventy years old. While he didn't care much for the empty title of the world's strongest, he certainly didn't want his legacy to be remembered in such a way.
Otherwise, if he met Roger in the afterlife, he'd probably be laughed to death…
As it turned out, men could be just as gossipy.
But the subject of their gossip had to have the capital to be gossiped about—strength, influence, wealth, and the like.
And once such a topic was brought up, it inevitably led to all sorts of self-aggrandizement.
The one who boasted the most was Vista. Caesar had long felt that among all the division commanders, Vista was the most flamboyant.
With his tall top hat, open-chested suit, meticulously groomed curly mustache, and exposed chest hair, he exuded raw masculinity. His mastery of Western swordsmanship was genuine, earning him the title of Flower Sword.
Though Caesar couldn't quite appreciate it, there were plenty of women who were into his style.
And Vista's remarks… were indeed more substantial than the others.
Marco and Izo were the only two who didn't join in.
From his Geisha attire, Caesar suspected Izo was likely gay.
As for Marco, while he wasn't particularly handsome, his sensitive nature and occasional hidden flamboyance made him the most popular with women among the group.
Typically, only men who were genuinely popular with women could remain so calm about such topics.
The group bickered and drank from day to night. Thanks to his complete control over his blood, Caesar, despite being plied with alcohol, showed no signs of drunkenness.
Under the night sky, sexy nurses in stockings danced around the bonfire.
However, unlike the chaotic relationships on Oni Island, such things didn't happen in the Whitebeard Pirates.
Caesar later found out that most of these nurses were already spoken for, being crew members, and a few seemed to have some entanglement with Marco.
"Huff… huff…"
After another drink, Ulti, completely drunk, collapsed onto Caesar's lap, clinging to his leg and drooling all over his pants, "Page One~ come here and let your sister hug you~"
"Haha, she's quite a cute little girl," Marco teased, "You're really a sinner, aren't you? In this situation… Kaidou's daughter probably won't be too happy, huh?"
Caesar shook his head, "That girl is quite traditional. She's always wanted me to find more."
Marco's eyes widened in shock as he turned to Izo. "Is that really a tradition?! Does Wano Country have such a tradition?"
"No..."
Izo shook his head. "But the men there are indeed like that. Even if they are a bit flirtatious and frequent the red-light district, women don't find anything wrong with it."
"That's really enviable..."
Marco suddenly smiled. "So, since we've at least shared a drink together, you're not angry anymore, right?"
"Hmph..."
Izo let out a light snort but didn't say anything more, standing up and returning to the ship.
Although their positions were different, to be honest, after spending the day together, he didn't dislike Caesar that much anymore.