Ten days later.
Moonlit Island.
After a period of development, the place had become immensely prosperous, even comparable to the Donquixote Family's Dressrosa.
Ships of all sizes were docked at the enormous harbor.
People filled the streets and alleyways: pirates, Bounty Hunters, merchants.
Those from the underworld, those from the gray areas—people from every profession could be found on this island.
But no one dared cause trouble here, because this was the territory of Quincy, King of the Dark World!
Previously, a pirate with a bounty exceeding one hundred million had ignored Quincy's authority and caused trouble on Moonlit Island. Quincy had killed him in just two moves.
The atmosphere on the island felt somewhat off today. Everyone hurried along, not daring to linger outside for long.
Because today was the day Quincy and all the Kings of the Dark World were holding a council.
In the distance, a warship flying the flag of the King of Usury slowly approached. The man aboard was none other than King of Usury Feld!
Behind Feld stood his many underlings, all wearing solemn expressions as they stared ahead.
Not far from Feld's ship, the vessel of Warehouse Owner Gibosen also arrived and sailed toward Feld's ship.
When the two sides met, they merely exchanged brief greetings before heading toward the harbor together.
Elsewhere, a pink warship approached from another direction. Looking at Moonlit Island ahead, the beautiful woman standing at the bow wore a faint smile. That smile alone was breathtaking.
Behind her stood a group of lovely women, each with her own distinct charm, though they carried a touch of world-weariness.
"Piekro the Great Funeral Master," "Morgans the Newspaper President," and "Doflamingo the Heavenly Yaksha" arrived at this time as well!
As though they had agreed beforehand, these kings all arrived at