"This Asa... is a madman!"
Katakuri's Nuo Nuo Fruit ability instantly spread a layer of sticky glutinous substance in front of him to block the lightning beam, while simultaneously commanding the soul-infused coating device.
They were trying to have the singing ship coat itself automatically and escape the deep sea.
But the powerful electric current kept surging, burning through the glutinous defense until it turned pitch black and charred.
At that moment...
"Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The phone bugs carried by the Charlotte Five suddenly rang.
"It's Mom's call!" Charlotte Compote quickly pulled the phone from her bosom.
"Hurry and tell Mother what Asa did! He shouldn't be allowed a place in the New World!" Charlotte Owen fumed, unable to vent his frustration.
Click!
The call connected.
"Compote, have the invitations been delivered? I can't wait to eat the wedding cake..." The phone bug transformed, taking on a heavily made-up face, as a deep female voice came through.
"Mom, we were delivering the invitation to Asa—the God of Thunder—at the entrance to Fish-Man Island. That lunatic... He actually burned your invitation!" Perospero shouted, enraged.
The voice on the other end went silent. Moments later, there was a chhhhhhhhhhh sound—floorboards corroding under the intense stomach acid now rising within Big Mom's body.
A long silence followed...
"Hahahaha... give him the phone bug. If he's still there, I want a word with him!" Big Mom cackled eerily.
The five siblings knew full well this meant their mother was furious.
"Asa!" Katakuri, Queen of Glutinous Rice, raised her head. "Mother wants to speak to you!"
With that, he tossed the phone bug into the air.
"Oh?" Asa's lightning halted gradually, and the glow on his body dimmed. "BIG MOM wants to talk to me?"
As he reached out to catch the phone bug, the singing ship the Charlotte Five were aboard completed its automatic coating, parted the sea, and dived deep.
Asa glanced at their fleeing figures indifferently. Chasing down weaklings… was utterly meaningless.
"Charlotte Linlin? I'm Hippolyte D. Asa... I have to admit, your timing saved your children's lives."
His tone was indifferent, showing no respect.
Big Mom was silent for a while, clearly suppressing her anger. "Hippolyte D. Asa? I know that name. The upstart who stole the gold from Ark Maxim' and escaped Impel City. And now you've arrived in the New World..."
"I was even planning to marry one of my daughters to you... but it seems you don't know how to appreciate kindness."
Her voice was eerie and cold, sending chills down the spine.
"But don't think the New World is like the first half of the Grand Line. The ones who truly rise here only appear once in decades. The peaks are unreachable, and you... you're far too young, lacking the qualifications entirely!"
"Bastard brat!"
"Qualifications aren't spoken—they're earned through force," Asa replied, his tone turning even more arrogant. "You've spent decades eating, drinking, marrying, and having children—but how much has your strength actually improved?
Just because trash like you couldn't defeat Golden Lion Shiki doesn't mean I'll lose to him!"
"Hahahahaha! Calling me trash... Very bold of you!" Big Mom sat up from her lounging position, her Conqueror's Haki exploding outward.
On Cake Island, those unable to withstand the mental pressure collapsed in foam-mouthed comas.
"A mere newcomer dares to speak so arrogantly? Good! Pass the first three islands. Go deeper into the New World, and you'll understand the terror of the true rulers!" Charlotte Linlin snarled.
Her bloodshot eyes flared with rage.
BOOM!
The weather abruptly changed—thunder rolled through the skies.
"Mom, please calm down!"
"Mom, that bastard's going to die soon anyway—don't let him get to you!"
The remaining conscious members on Cake Island tried their best to comfort Big Mom. If she went berserk again, they'd have to rebuild the whole island from scratch.
"Hippolyte D. Asa! You arrogant little brat—I'll be waiting for you in Totland!" Charlotte Linlin growled, her voice heavy with wrath.
"Just wait—this day won't be far off!" Asa replied calmly and crushed the phone bug in his hand.
...
Totland, Cake Island
In the massive cake-shaped building, a woman clad in an enormous pink dress towered over others. Her eyes were bloodshot, thick lipstick plastered over her face, light-purple eyeshadow, and a grotesque mouth capable of spewing deadly acid.
BIG MOM—Charlotte Linlin!
"What an arrogant brat!"
Her murderous aura was so overwhelming, even her subordinates could barely remain standing.
"Spread the word—Asa killed Whitebeard's son, Scuard..."
"Bo yo yo yo! Let him feel the rage of the New World at its peak..." said a short, chubby figure in a fur hat and a mask with round eyes and a triangular nose, a massive scimitar slung over his back. He shook his head as he exited the room.
...
The seas ruled by Whitebeard.
Long-time rivals meet again after three years.
The Moby-Dick and Golden Jackson faced off at sea. At the bow, Roger stood grinning, his white teeth showing and his black mustache twitching.
"Whitebeard... long time no see!"
Roger shouted, flanked by Rayleigh, Jabba, Crocus, and others armed and ready. Even Shanks and Buggy were fully geared, excitement on their faces.
On the Moby-Dick, Whitebeard took a deep swig from a gourd larger than most men, then looked toward Roger, now just a few dozen meters away.
"You want war, Roger?"
Marco, Jozu, Vista, and other young powerhouses stood ready.
"Hahaha! We haven't seen each other in years. I just thought I'd give you a proper greeting, Newgate!" Roger laughed, swinging his longsword forward.
"Charge!!"
"Children, teach the Roger Pirates a proper lesson!" Whitebeard put down the gourd and dropped his usual carefree attitude.
The two legendary ships collided instantly, and a fearsome battle erupted between the world's two mightiest pirate crews.
Neither captain joined the fray, choosing instead to let their men sharpen themselves through battle.
After decades of clashing, the two knew each other too well—enough to avoid true casualties.
Meanwhile, Buggy and Shanks had snuck around the chaos and crept onto the Moby-Dick from behind the mast.
Buggy held several knives between his fingers. Shanks clutched the dagger at his waist, boldly stepping toward Whitebeard, who was still drinking.
"Haha! Now that you've met Uncle Buggy, you're finished!"
"I'm gonna dye that white beard of yours red!"
Two bold rookies who'd never truly seen the world shouted their reckless threats.
(End Of Chapter)
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