Meanwhile, in the outside world, news of the skyrocketing bounty had begun to spread.
Inside the most luxurious hall on Whole Cake Island, Big Mom held Vir’s bounty poster in her hands, trembling uncontrollably.
"Damn it... Damn it! Why so fast? Why did he grow this fast...?!"
Her face twisted in fury as her grip tightened—until finally, Vir’s bounty poster was crushed into dust in her hands.
"It’s all your fault! Useless brats!"
She roared at her most capable children standing below, showing no mercy.
"If you hadn’t been so slow, he wouldn’t have grown to this level!"
"If you had just captured him sooner, I would’ve already made him mine! Damn it all!"
"Now look! He’s grown too powerful! Except for me, none of you can beat him!"
In her rage, she smashed everything around her.
The expressions of Katakuri and the others below were grim.
At least it wasn’t a hunger pang episode—just pure fury.
Soon, they were all driven out, their faces dark.
"Damn it! It’s all because of that guy! We’ve been getting scolded nonstop lately!" Smoothie, one of the Four Sweet Commanders, spat venomously.
Daifuku and the others nodded in agreement.
Katakuri said nothing, instead heading to a small lake. There, a gaunt figure with a ghastly face sat quietly, admiring the scenery.
Katakuri walked over and sat beside her.
The figure turned her head, revealing a terrifying grin that would unsettle most.
"Brother... Did Mom give you a hard time?"
As she spoke, she pulled out a donut from a nearby box and offered it to Katakuri.
He took it but didn’t eat it.
"No. Mom didn’t say much."
Clearly, he was just trying not to worry his sister.
The two fell into silence, simply enjoying the view.
But unlike Brulee’s calm demeanor, Katakuri’s grip tightened around Vir’s bounty poster.
Glancing at the horrific scars on Brulee’s face, then back at Vir’s handsome features on the poster, Katakuri made a silent resolve.
Not to disfigure Vir...
But to ask him to heal Brulee’s scars.
If he could even cure Whitebeard...
Then scars shouldn’t be a problem, right?
Revolutionary Army Headquarters.
A man with what looked like a shoeprint on his face held up Vir’s bounty poster, stunned.
Around him, a crowd had gathered.
"This guy... Wasn’t his bounty just 1 billion last time? How did it jump to 1.9 billion in less than a month?!"
"Hey, hey, hey! That’s insane! This guy’s about to turn the world upside down!"
"Not just his strength—his medical skills are already godly, and now his growth rate is monstrous too? He’s unstoppable!"
"Someone this strong... Why’d he have to be a pirate?"
The murmurs spread, everyone shocked by Vir’s rapid rise.
Even Sabo and Koala were taken aback.
"Sabo, this guy... is incredible!" Koala said, staring at Vir’s striking face and his commanding presence amidst the storm of lightning.
He’s only twenty, right?
And already this powerful?
Instead of replying, Sabo turned to Dragon with a serious expression.
"Should we... try inviting him to join us?"
Clearly, Sabo also recognized Vir’s strength.
If he joined the Revolutionary Army, it would be a massive boon to their cause.
And he wasn’t just speaking thoughtlessly.
Intel on Vir suggested he was an extremely dedicated doctor, adhering to the principle of healing anyone—ally or enemy—without fail.
Someone like that might share their desire to overthrow this corrupt world.
They might actually succeed.
The moment Sabo spoke, all eyes turned to Dragon.
If Vir joined, he wouldn’t just be a powerful fighter but a miraculous doctor—a game-changer for the Revolutionaries.
After a pause, Dragon nodded.
"I’ll attempt to contact him and ask for his thoughts."
"I agree—he could be a valuable comrade."
Indeed, Dragon shared Sabo’s assessment.
They both believed Vir had the heart to care for the world.
Vir only heals those with something to offer.
A heart for the world?
If there was no gain and no cost to himself, Vir might lend a hand.
But otherwise? He wasn’t running a charity.
Why would he spend his life helping the masses?
Medicine alone couldn’t save this world.
Vir had no intention of saving the world in the first place.
At Dragon’s response, the room lit up with excitement.
They could already picture Vir joining their ranks, even started imagining missions they’d take him on.
Young people preferred working with other young people.
And he was curious—just how strong was a 1.9-billion-berry pirate, really?
Meanwhile, at Vir’s destination—
A puzzled voice echoed through the silent prison.
"Huh? This Vir guy’s bounty shot up that high? Sengoku didn’t mention this! 1.9 billion already?!"
Garp’s voice reverberated through the depths as he munched on rice crackers, reading the newspaper with a cup of hot tea beside him.
It wasn’t that he didn’t care about Ace—he did.
But rice crackers was practically his lifeblood. Even in distress, he had to eat.
Right now, part of him wished someone would break Ace out.
But the weight of the Marines honor pressed down on him like a mountain.
His assignment here had come directly from Fleet Admiral Kong.
If a prison break succeeded under his watch, the Marines would become a global laughingstock.
No matter how conflicted he felt, he couldn’t allow that to happen.
The Marines had loudly announced their execution of Whitebeard’s 2nd Division Commander—only for him to be broken out?
The "Justice" on his back demanded he ensure this stage went flawlessly.
His only hope was that Ace could be rescued on the battlefield.
At least then, it’d be a fair fight—win or lose, the Marines could accept it.
But the moment he spoke, the previously dormant prisoners of Level 6 snapped their eyes open.
The most visibly affected were Crocodile and Ace.
Right now, Crocodile was just like Doflamingo in the future—
His only thought was:
The Marines fake news is getting more ridiculous by the day!
This is just too damn blatant!
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