Big Mom Pirates

In the Sweet City of Whole Cake Island, a thick sense of panic permeates the cloyingly sweet air.

The candy-made wall was smashed open, leaving a large hole. Melted caramel dripped down the crack like thick blood. The delicate cream sculptures shattered into white pulp, and even the hard marble floor was covered with footprints of varying depths.

Charlotte Linlin's roar shook the crystal chandelier, and her massive body rampaged through the banquet hall, turning all the desserts and decorations in her path to dust.

"Sweets! I want desserts!"

Her scarlet eyes widened, and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the ground, leaving small wet marks.

With a wave of its enormous hand, the entire three-story chocolate fountain collapsed with a crash, splattering black chocolate syrup all over the nearby chefs, who dared not wipe it off.

The head chef, carrying a Streusen roll full of freshly baked caramel puffs, rushed in, practically tumbling over.

His white chef's hat was askew, almost falling off, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead and wrinkles. He didn't even notice the cream splattered on his gray beard. "Lady Linlin! Here it comes! Your favorite caramel puffs! They're still warm!"

The Big Mom Pirates members all huddled in the corner, barely breathing.

Several inexperienced young cadres were so frightened that their teeth chattered, and they slammed their plates to the ground with a "thud," instantly plunging the area into a deathly silence.

Everyone looked at the Big Mom in fear, afraid that the slightest sound would reignite her anger.

Only Charlotte Katakuri stood in the shadows of the banquet hall, her posture as upright as a pine tree.

His scarf completely covered the lower half of his face, and his eyes, which were exposed, showed no emotion whatsoever. There was neither fear nor worry in them; he simply watched expressionlessly as his mother pounced on the plate of cream puffs and wolfed them down.

One plate after another of desserts were served in a continuous stream: cream cakes, jam donuts, crème brûlée, macaron tarts, piled up like small mountains.

The Big Mom's movements gradually calmed down from their frenzied state, the bloodshot in her eyes slowly faded, and her roars turned into satisfied chewing sounds.

She hugged a strawberry cream cake taller than herself and ate it in big bites. The ferocity on her face gradually faded, and she finally became completely quiet.

Katakuri remained standing in the same spot, his gaze calmly fixed on his mother.

He only slowly shifted his gaze after she let out a deafening burp, leaned back in the huge chair, and began to doze off, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the trident at his waist.

The Big Mom let out a loud burp that sent frosting flying off the ceiling, casually wiped the strawberry cream from the corner of her mouth, and leaned heavily against the Candy Throne behind her.

She squinted, scanning the mess on the ground, before finally fixing her gaze on Katakuri, who remained motionless in the shadows, and raised an eyebrow.

"Katakuri? What are you doing here?" Her voice was still muffled from eating, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"At this time normally, you should have already led the fleet to patrol the Totto Land Waters. You wouldn't be wasting half an hour here unless something happened."

Katakuri didn't say anything, but simply stepped forward and handed over the neatly folded newspaper in his hand.

His movements were so steady and calm that there wasn't a single ripple, and the corners of his mouth under the scarf didn't curve at all, as if the riot that had almost turned Sweet City upside down had never happened.

The Streusen next to him finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, his gray beard still splattered with caramel.

The other cadres also straightened their backs, which had been stiff for a while, but still dared not breathe loudly, secretly glancing at the newspaper out of the corner of their eyes.

Everyone knows that what Katakuri personally guarded here to wait for her to calm down was no small matter.

The Big Mom casually took the newspaper; her fingers, thick as carrots, nearly crushed the thin pages.

She was yawning, preparing to take another nap while holding the cake, but when her eyes swept over the eye-catching headline, her hand suddenly stopped moving.

The Big Mom's fingers were as thick as carrots, and she almost crumpled the thin sheet of paper.

She squinted as she scanned the headlines, her sleepy eyes gradually narrowing into dangerous slits. Unconsciously, her fingertips dug into the armrest of the Candy Throne, crushing a small piece of strawberry hard candy embedded in it.

"Three billion Beli?"

She suddenly burst into a shrill laugh, making the crystal chandelier above her jingle. "Mamamama! Interesting! Very interesting! But... the fifth Emperor of the Sea?"

She slammed the newspaper on the armrest, splattering sugar everywhere. "He's nothing but a clown who only dares to cower in the Four Blues! That scruffy bird Morgans is getting better and better at bragging!"

"Mom, this time is different."

Katakuri's voice remained calm and even, his scarf concealing all his expressions, except for his sharp eyes, which revealed an undeniable seriousness. "Our informants at Marine Headquarters report that half a month ago, the Navy did indeed mobilize four thousand elite troops to the West Blue, and Kizaru went personally as well."

He paused, his tone still calm, yet each word carried immense weight. "The fleet of Admiral Momousagi Gion is almost completely annihilated. Momonga and Hōshō are urgently replenishing their forces. Onigumo is in even worse shape; his left arm was severed at the shoulder, and he's currently lying in the Impel Down hospital. These aren't stories Morgans could have made up."

The surrounding officials gasped instantly, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The spoon in Streusen's hand clattered into the plate, and he hurriedly picked it up, head down, not daring to speak.

The smile on the Big Mom's face gradually faded.

She trusted her second son the most.

Katakuri is not only the second strongest fighter in Totto Land Cake Island, but his Observation Haki also allows him to see into the future. In all his years, he has never told a lie.

Even his eldest son, Perospero, is far inferior to him in terms of both strength and skill.

Of the entire Big Mom Pirates, Katakuri is the only one she truly cares about.

She picked up the newspaper again, her fingertips tracing the scarlet Gunbai logo, a hint of seriousness appearing in her eyes for the first time.

After a moment of silence, the Big Mom picked at the chocolate armrest of the Candy Throne, crushing a small piece of Hazelnut between her fingertips. "Mamamama! Katakuri, what do you think we should do?"