Poppy Island!
It had fallen into the hands of the Flying Pirates. The one currently stationed there was the 11th Fleet captain, Consort Jessica.
A Paramecia-type Bubble-Bubble Fruit user, with a bounty of 1.193 billion.
Lately, she had been rather bored.
She'd thought the Richest Group would make a move, but ever since their last clash, they hadn't made a sound. It was as if they'd simply given up on Poppy Island.
The other Burning Representatives would rather deal with other matters. Not one of them had come to Poppy Island.
For Jessica, who wanted to capture a Representative and earn some merit, it was undoubtedly a cruel turn of events.
She'd gone to great lengths to be chosen to guard Poppy Island, standing out despite all the opposition. Yet after all this time, she'd been left here with nothing to do.
Another new day dawned.
The rising sun cast a sliver of light, like a pervert cautiously peeking in. It slipped through the open window and fell straight onto a round bed large enough for five people to tumble around on.
"Don't~ don't!"
A terrified scream rang out. Stinging, bloody gore sprayed across the round bed like a fountain, instantly drowning out the scent of lust.
Two long, snow-white legs slick with sweat touched the ground. She sauntered to the windowsill with an alluring feline gait, completely naked, her long, straight hair streaming in a riot of colors.
"Creak!"
The door opened, and five maids entered with their heads lowered. They glanced at the corpse on the round bed, its throat slit and its eyes still staring as blood poured out. As practiced as if they were handling trash, they quickly cleaned up everything in the room.
In just five minutes, the foul smell and bloodiness had vanished.
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