Chapter 12 The Angry Queen Of Souls, The Dessert Star Is Dispatched!

Cake Island

It's tea time.

"Mom, eat me!"

"Eat me!"

"Enjoy me!"

…

Charlotte Linlin, the Emperor of the Sea, was savoring various desserts presented by her ministers.

Thanks to the power of the Soul-Soul Fruit, the mochi dumplings, Anko cream cakes, tea cups, knives, and forks in front of her all had souls and were speaking to her.

Her eldest son, Perospero, hesitated but eventually stepped forward, offering a newspaper with both hands.

Despite being family, disturbing his mother at this moment was still highly dangerous. Offending the Sea Emperor could result in anything from losing a few years of life to losing one's life altogether.

But the news in this newspaper was too important to ignore.

"Mom, there's some urgent news…"

"Hmm?"

Charlotte Linlin licked the cream off her fingers and took the newspaper with a dissatisfied expression.

After a quick glance, her face darkened immediately.

"Dafu was killed?"

"Garros? Who is this daring young man? How dare he challenge our Big Mom Pirates?"

"What's Dafu's condition now?" Perospero asked, his voice grave.

"It's not good. Our people found him in serious condition. Although he was rescued from the Marines and is now out of danger, his hands are damaged and he may never fight again…"

"What!"

Mom was shocked and furious. Her enormous, hill-like body shook as she suddenly stood up from her seat. The atmosphere became tense and oppressive.

The power of the Soul-Soul Fruit quietly erupted!

"Mom! No!"

"Ah!"

…

Amidst the cries of fear and desperation, Charlotte's body acted like a black hole, frantically sucking the souls around her. Cups, tables, chairs, cakes—countless Homiz creations fell one after another, losing their life force.

The area within a kilometer radius seemed to turn into a dead zone.

The surrounding ministers trembled and quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look up.

The Queen of Souls kicked the desk in front of her and hissed through gritted teeth:

"Summon the Dessert Army! I want this intruder to understand the consequences of provoking the Big Mom Pirates!"

At that moment, descending the steps was the 35th child of the Charlotte family, Juice Minister Smoothie. She walked slowly with long strides and half-kneeled before her mother.

"Mom, please calm down. A newcomer with a 500 million beri bounty isn't worth your anger."

"According to intelligence from Fishmen Island, this person is currently with the Blood Sail Pirates. They just left Fishmen Island today. Preliminary reports suggest their destination is likely Wano."

"I also heard he's a swordsman. Let me handle this."

Charlotte Linlin nodded slightly, her eyes glinting.

"To be able to match Bista, this kid is not to be underestimated."

"Smoothie! You and Snag take ten battleships and find him! Break his limbs and bring him back!"

"Yes, Mom."

…

The World News Service's messenger birds flew across the globe, delivering newspapers. In just a few days, the events at the Sabaody Archipelago had gone viral.

People everywhere were talking about Garros and Rayleigh—on streets, in pubs, at docks… everywhere.

Moby Dick

"Dad! Here's the latest news!"

Marco hurried to the massive throne with a newspaper. Seated there was a tall, muscular man over six meters tall, shirtless, with a crescent-shaped white beard—Edward Newgate, known as the strongest man in the world and captain of the Whitebeard Pirates.

He was receiving a massage from a nurse in a leopard-print skirt, but his once-vibrant form was now marked by age. Bottles and IV drips were attached to him, reflecting his current state in his sixties.

Despite his condition, there was still an intimidating aura about him.

Whitebeard opened his eyes slowly, taking the newspaper with a look of surprise.

"Rayleigh, after so many years of silence, is he finally coming out of retirement?"

"And this newcomer, Garros, can actually hold his own against Bista?"

"Gu la la la! There are so many talented people in this sea…"

"I'm afraid it's these young ones who will rule the world in the future."

Whitebeard was well aware of his own situation. No matter how invincible one might be, time marches on.

After a moment of reflection, he came back to his senses and asked, "Is Bista alright? Did he escape safely?"

Marco nodded. "We just got in touch with him. The Marines sent Admiral Kizaru, Onigumo, and over 5,000 soldiers. But thanks to Rayleigh's intervention, Bista managed to break through their encirclement after a fierce battle."

As Marco spoke, he suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, and Bista asked me to tell you, Dad."

"Garros is incredibly strong. Even though they only fought briefly, his strength is not inferior to Bista's!"

"We could invite him to join us, or even…"

"If possible, he could fill the vacant position of the second division's captain!"

Whitebeard raised his eyebrows, his expression growing serious.

"Oh? You have such a high opinion of him?"

Not only Whitebeard, but others on the deck were also surprised.

Diamond Jozu, captain of the third division, crossed his arms and said loudly, "He's just a newcomer in the first half of the Grand Line. He's not fit to be the captain of the second division!"

Marco shook his head and held up the newspaper.

"Although he's a newcomer in his twenties and not widely known, he has a bounty of 500 million and Rayleigh himself is willing to mentor him."

The crew looked at each other, momentarily speechless.

Teach, who had been eating Sakura peach pie in silence, seemed intrigued.

"Oh? Is he really that strong? Did he agree?"

Marco shook his head, both amused and frustrated. "Not exactly. He turned down Rayleigh, grabbed a large sharp knife, and fled with a bunch of auction items."

"In fact, if it hadn't been for his warning, the Marines might not have reacted so quickly, and Bista could have been in even greater danger."

"Gu la la la!" Whitebeard took a big gulp from his wine bag.

"Brave, resourceful, and daring—that's interesting…"

"Since Bista has such confidence in him, fine! When he arrives in the New World, we'll get in touch with him!"

"I wonder if this kid has what it takes to become the captain of the second division!"

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