New World, on an isolated island.
Dozens of figures lay sprawled haphazardly across the jungle, each of them wounded and exhaustion written all over their faces.
Among the group were even children only a few years old and babies not yet a year old.
They were the Charlotte Family, fleeing for their lives.
"Puff! Puff!" Owen, the fourth son and the most hot-tempered of them all, first panted like a bull, then roared angrily, "Hundred Color Pirates, Wolf Fang Pirates, Kukusaku Pirates—those damn trash! When Mom was around, none of them dared say a word. Now they've all crawled out of the woodwork!"
"They're all trying to take a bite out of us!" Daifuku, the third son, slowly recalled the equally exhausted genie into his lamp.
"Smoothie, are you all right?" the demoness Amande, who possessed Snake-Head Tribe blood, asked coldly.
After Cracker was captured, Smoothie had become the Charlotte Family's second-strongest fighter. In the battle before this, she had also taken the brunt of most of the attacks.
"I'm fine, it's just..." Smoothie naturally knew her elder sister's personality and did not take offense. "I just feel sorry for Brulee and the others. They lost their mother at such a young age."
Several people nearby twitched discreetly. They all missed their mother's protection dearly, but when it came to raising babies, they would rather pass.
Who knew? One day, she might sit on them and crush them to death!
"Speaking of which, what exactly are Brother Katakuri and that ugly monster talking about in there?" Garette, whose figure was extraordinarily alluring, looked toward a cave deeper inside.
"I don't know, but..." Smoothie said with longing, "for Brother Katakuri to be taking it so seriously, it might be a decision capable of changing our current circumstances!"
In the dim, gloomy