Kakarot Island.
The top floor of a tavern.
An open-air balcony.
Ivankov, sporting a towering afro, heavy makeup, fishnet stockings, and high heels, sat alone, swirling a glass of red wine as she watched the crowds in the streets below, taking a sip now and then.
Lately,
she'd been dancing on the edge of a knife every day, with one foot constantly stepping into the realm of life's true meaning.
The trouble was, Sakazuki, Borsalino, Kuzan, and Issho were all far too enthusiastic. She'd made it perfectly clear that she wasn't interested, but the four of them still chased after her like lovesick puppies.
The most shameless part was that they took turns.
They didn't even give her time to rest.
Fortunately, she'd shaken off Fujitora Issho the day before yesterday.
He probably wouldn't catch up with her anytime soon.
She looked at the latest newspaper.
As expected, it was all news about Old Don, Little Ai, and Old Sand. Every day, they were courting death on the edge of life's true meaning, perfectly embodying the Richest Group's guiding principles.
It was a shame there was nothing as exciting about her.
Oh~
There was news about her, too.
As the first person in history to escape the clutches of the Navy's Four Admirals and stay alive for more than ten years afterward, she'd broken a historical record and become famous.
She'd also earned all sorts of strange titles.
Besides the Okama King, which had always been with her, she'd now picked up titles like King of Perverts, the undisputed boss of gender reassignment surgery, King of the New Humans, Beacon of the New Humans, and Creator of Okama.
She was hailed as the hope of the New Humans.
Ivankov was quite pleased as she read the articles and comments.
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