Piekro, Brimming with Confidence

New World, Golden Diamond Island.

The cries of shopkeepers rose and fell along the commercial street. The crisp clink of colliding coins mingled with pirates' curses, merchants' calculations, and bounty hunters' whispers, weaving the island's uniquely frenzied yet vibrant atmosphere.

Amid the passing crowds, no one gave a second glance to the storefront halfway down the commercial street called the "Homeward Voyage Travel Agency."

The facade was spotless, the uniformed clerks wore polished smiles, and the display windows were neatly filled with travel route maps and attraction introductions for islands across the New World. It was no different from any other shop doing legitimate business on the island, as ordinary as a grain of sand on the beach.

No one knew that deep beneath this seemingly unremarkable travel agency lay the most feared assassination den in the New World's Underworld.

Its owner was Piekro, known as the "Big-Hand Funeral Director"—one of the Underworld's emperors. He held more than half of the world's assassination orders in his hands and had amassed a fortune rivaling a nation through organ trafficking.

At the heart of the underground den stood a throne hall built entirely from bones.

The walls were covered in dried human skin, every piece treated until it was smooth and flat, still preserving the terror its owner had felt at the moment of death;

Polished skulls were arranged in neat rows. Beneath every "collectible" was engraved the identity of the deceased—former Marine Headquarters officers, kings of certain nations, famous pirates from the Grand Line... densely packed, displaying the ruthlessness and strength of the throne's owner.

At the center of the hall, Piekro lounged upon a throne assembled from hundreds of leg bones.

He wore a yellow military uniform and a half-mask over his face, idly spinning a hooked sickle in his