Sing-Sing Fruit

Half a month later. West Blue, Troia Island.

The once-peaceful town had now become a living hell. Black smoke rose from burning houses, while cries, manic laughter, and gunfire intertwined into a cruel symphony.

A pirate ship was docked by the shore, its vicious skull flag fluttering in the wind.

The pirate captain, "Bloody Hand" Byron, with pale yellow shoulder-length curls, watched his men loot and slaughter with an arrogant air. Crates of supplies were carried out one after another, while those who resisted fell into pools of blood.

A white-haired old man broke free from those holding him and threw himself before Byron, grief and fury filling his face.

"Byron! You beast! This is the hometown that raised you! You actually brought people here to loot it! Are you even human?!"

Byron curled his lip, his face filled with cruelty and disdain.

"Old bastard, it's because this is my hometown that I know it like the back of my hand! Who knows which hole those rich bastards on other islands hide their money in?"

"Hahaha! The captain's right!" The pirate lackeys around him burst into fawning laughter and agreement.

The old man's eyes widened in fury as he tried to curse again, but a pirate beside him grinned viciously and shoved him away. He crashed heavily to the ground and never made another sound.

The screams gradually weakened until they disappeared. Other than the laughing pirates, not a single living thing remained on Troia.

High in Kong, a floating chunk of earth hovered silently like a shadow cast by dark clouds.

Adams, Stussy, and Robin stood upon it, looking down at the tragedy below.

Adams turned his head and said to Stussy beside him,

"Go down there and deal with all the pirates. Test your new abilities. And while