The Sugar-Coated Trap!

Totto Land Whole Cake Island Harbor

The Germa warship slowly entered the Harbor, its massive steel hull standing out starkly against the backdrop of the cream and syrup-covered shore.

The air was filled with a cloyingly sweet aroma that made one's chest feel tight, as if every breath was being stuck with syrup.

At the bow of the ship, Sanji stood upright, his gaze fixed on the extremely eerie island before him.

This "Whole Cake Island" is stacked layer upon layer, like countless giant mille-feuille cakes piled up, with cream and chocolate shimmering in the sunlight.

Reiju quietly walked to his side, her long pink hair dancing lightly in the sea breeze, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Actually... you didn't have to come." Her voice was soft, but trembled slightly.

"There's no need to get yourself into trouble just because of the Navy's orders..."

Sanji raised his hand to interrupt her, his gaze remaining fixed on the eerie "Sweet Kingdom": "I did not come on orders."

Reiju was taken aback. "Then you--?"

Sanji slowly turned his head, a confident smile playing on his lips, his eyes burning with unwavering determination. "I came because I believe in the Navy."

He paused, then said in a low but unwavering voice, "Trust him!"

These words struck Reiju's heart like a bolt of lightning.

In the cold and ruthless environment in which Germa grew up, the word "Trust" had long since disappeared.

But at this moment, looking at the unwavering determination in her brother's eyes, a strange yet warm feeling suddenly welled up in her heart.

"Sanji... you've changed a lot."

She smiled gently, a hint of relief and contentment in her eyes.

Judge remained silent, watching Sanji's upright figure, a complex emotion appearing in his eyes for the first time.

--At this very moment.

"Thump... thump..."

The sound of walking sticks echoed on the dock.

A figure slowly approached, with a slender build, a heavily made-up, pointed face, and a long tongue licking the corner of her lips.

Her light blue hair swayed in the wind, her top hat was adorned with lollipops, and her light yellow coat billowed in the breeze.

"Ku ku ku ku~"

Charlotte Perospero, the "Candy Minister" of the Big Mom Pirates, had a twisted laugh that sounded particularly sticky in the air.

Welcome to -- the Totto Land!!

The candy cane lightly touched the ground, instantly forming a thick syrup that emitted a cloyingly sweet yet eerie glow.

His gaze swept over Sanji and Reiju, finally settling on Judge, a sinister smile curving his lips:

"Yo yo~ This is the King of Germa? He doesn't look too good."

Judge's face was ashen, his fists clenched tightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Perospero stuck out his tongue, curled it in the air, and let out a sticky laugh, "Mother has been waiting at the Tea Party for a long time..."

"Please follow me, guests."

He turned and led the way, his candy cane scraping across the ground, leaving a trail of sticky syrup.

The scenery along the way is more like a "Candy Hell" --

Trees are like crispy chocolate bars, and leaves are like mint candies;

The river flows with caramel, and the riverbed is covered with colorful sugar beads;

The residents wore eerie smiles and walked stiffly, like puppets controlled by an invisible force.

"Hiss--!"

From a high vantage point in the distance, Usopp watched everything intently through his sniper scope, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

"This... this place... it's like a fairytale version of hell!!"

Ace's low voice came through the communicator. "Calm down, long nose! We've infiltrated the island!"

Luo's voice followed, calm and serious. "Remember, Big Mom's 'Soul-Soul Fruit' can imbue objects with souls..."

"Those candy-shaped buildings might very well all be alive."

Enel's lazy laughter carried a hint of excitement. "Well~ this is way more interesting than Sky Island ~"

Whole Cake Island Tea Party Main Hall

The enormous banquet hall was like a nightmare pieced together from candy.

From the ceiling, syrup chandeliers dripped a viscous liquid, resembling cloyingly sweet blood;

The walls are like layers of a mille-feuille cake, constantly oozing cream;

The chocolate carpet under your feet makes a creepy "giggle" sound when you step on it, which is quite unsettling.

The air was sickeningly sweet, so intense it was almost suffocating.

This place is both a feast and a cage.

"Mom, I brought Germa with me!"

Charlotte Perospero bowed, licking her lips with her tongue, her voice sticky.

On the throne, Big Mom's massive body was sunken into Throne made of Marshmallows and Biscuit, her serrated teeth gleaming coldly beneath her scarlet lips.

Her deafening laughter was like a thunderclap, causing cake crumbs to fall from the ceiling.

"MAMAMAMA~ Welcome to the Tea Party!!"

On either side, Charlotte Family's children sat in rows, their smiles stiff and cold.

Katakuri stood with his arms crossed, his aura as deep as an abyss;

Smoothie tapped her wine glass lightly with her fingertips, the longsword at her side poised to be drawn at any moment, the scent of the Squeeze-Squeeze Fruit permeating the air like a chilling tide.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Just then, a soft voice broke through the tense atmosphere.

"Mr. Sanji..."

Sanji looked in the direction of the sound and suddenly stopped moving.

Her long, light brown, wavy hair fell smoothly down, and her skirt resembled blooming flower petals.

The girl held a plate of Chocolate Cookies in her arms, and her figure seemed to add a touch of gentle light to this sweet hell.

--Charlotte Pudding.

She timidly raised her eyes, her brown eyes filled with shyness and unease. "You must be tired from your journey... Mr. Sanji."

Sanji's heart skipped a beat, and he nearly dropped the cigarette between his fingers.

"What a lovely girl..."

Pudding blushed and handed over the cookies, her fingers trembling slightly. "I made these myself... I hope you'll try them."

Sanji quickly took the cookie and said solemnly, "Beautiful lady... you are as beautiful as a star in the night sky!"

Pudding blushed and lowered her head, seemingly trying to hide her embarrassment.

But a cold smile Flash by between her hanging strands of hair.

(Hmph... Foolish man, he's already trapped.)

Two-Faced Pudding

She continued softly, her voice choked with emotion. "Actually... I didn't want to marry a stranger at all."

But I can't disobey my mother's orders..."

Sanji's fist trembled slightly, anger burning in his eyes. "Another political marriage... just like those bastards from Germa!"

He looked up and stared directly at Big Mom, his voice steady and resolute. "Miss Pudding, please rest assured! As long as I'm here... no one can force you to do something you don't want to do!"

Pudding covered her mouth, tears welling in her eyes, and said, "Mr. Sanji... you're such a kind person..."

(Foolish... You'll soon find out what true "gentleness" really is!)

Pudding lowered her head, her long eyelashes concealing a sinister smile in her eyes.

The hall was filled with a sweet yet murderous atmosphere; a trap had been quietly set for the Tea Party.