Luxury Prison

Deep within Hachinosu Island, before an ordinary-looking rock wall, space suddenly twisted and rippled like water.

Allen stepped out, his face bearing a brilliant smile that mixed smugness, cunning, and the delight of a successful prank.

Behind him, the spatial rift parted like a curtain, revealing the scene within—a lavish European-style villa nestled in a courtyard of lush grass and blooming flowers. In the distance were even an artificial sunny beach and a shimmering swimming pool.

Only, this "sky" was made of flowing rainbow-colored energy, declaring the extraordinary nature of this place.

Like herding ducks, Allen used an invisible spatial force field to "push" the group behind him through the villa's front doors.

At the front was the legendary Marine hero, Monkey D. Garp. As he walked, he tried to smash the invisible spatial barrier with fists capable of shattering mountains, all while cursing under his breath.

Beside him was the former Marine Fleet Admiral, the strategic Buddha Sengoku. His brows were tightly furrowed as his sharp eyes continually scanned the villa's structure and the strange "scenery" beyond the windows, trying to find a weak point in the space.

Chief Officer Tsuru, meanwhile, appeared exceptionally calm, as though she had truly come on vacation. She even took an exquisite teacup from the small bag she carried.

Last came several dejected, bruised, and battered officers from the Dog Head, who had clearly suffered a little during their "escort."

In the villa's spacious, brightly lit living room, a tall figure was curled up on an enormous sofa, wrapped in a thick wool blanket, with only a head of fluffy curls exposed.

Hearing the commotion, a lazy yawn came from beneath the blanket. Then one corner was lifted, revealing Kuzan's sleepy face.

He blinked, recognized the visitors, then slowly sat up and scratched his messy hair. "Yo... Aren't these Mr. Sengoku, Mr. Garp, and Granny Tsuru? And you guys too... here on vacation? What a... coincidence."

He gave a huge yawn, his gaze sweeping across the various expressions around him before settling on Chief Officer Tsuru. "Granny Tsuru, do you have any iced coffee? The automatic coffee machine here... would only make hot cocoa."

Garp did not acknowledge Aokiji's greeting at all. He strode straight to an unremarkable wall, drew a deep breath, and Armament Haki instantly covered his fist. With a low roar, he shouted, "Love's Iron Fist: Special Edition!"

His fist, filled with terrifying power, slammed viciously into the wall!

"Bang!" With a dull boom, the wall did not budge. Not even a single crack appeared.

Instead, Garp felt an enormous recoil surge back at him, leaving his arm numb and his knuckles aching.

"Argh!" Garp hopped around clutching his fist, baring his teeth in pain as he cursed at the wall. "What kind of damn wall is this?! It's harder than that bastard Kaido's Dragon Scales?! Tougher than Jozu?! Which bastard designed this?! Get out here! This old man promises not to beat you to death!"

Sengoku walked over to the wall Garp had struck, carefully feeling it with his hand before knocking on it. His frown deepened. "No Seastone components... nor is it any known alloy. This energy feedback... is it a pure Space Barrier? An absolute defense formed by folding and compressing real space? That brat Allen..."

He looked at Allen, who stood at the doorway with his hands on his hips and a smug expression, his gaze complicated.

Chief Officer Tsuru had already found the teapot in the living room. Elegantly brewing herself a cup of hot tea, she slowly blew on the steam. "Since we're here, we might as well settle in. Garp, save your strength. The 'decorations' here clearly weren't made for you to tear apart."

Wrapped in his blanket, Aokiji slowly ambled over to Garp's side. Seeing the old man still blowing on his reddened fist, he said with complete sincerity, "Mr. Garp, don't waste your strength. I tried freezing it with Ice Age, but I couldn't even get a layer of frost on it. I tried Haki too... hmm, the result was about the same as yours just now. I suggest... we check whether there are any rice crackers in the Refrigerator? Or look for a game room? I found an old arcade machine yesterday. Blasting meteors in it is pretty stress-relieving."

His words earned him a fierce glare from Garp and a helpless sigh from Sengoku.

Seeing this group of Marine bigwigs stumped, Allen's smile became even brighter.

He cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "Ahem! Esteemed guests! Welcome to my private vacation resort! The scenery is beautiful, and the facilities are complete."

Allen pointed toward the distant beach and pool. "Three meals are free, and security is top-notch."

He patted the wall Garp had just punched. "I guarantee you'll feel right at home!"

Allen paused, his smile taking on a teasing yet unquestionable edge. "Of course, vacations have rules. For the next two days, please rest here in peace. Outside, there'll be a little gathering. If I win, then congratulations—two days from now, the doors will open, and you can dust yourselves off and leave. Go wherever you want."

After saying that, Allen's gaze sharpened, and his tone lowered. "If... I lose, and unfortunately die."

Allen made a throat-slitting gesture. "...then, regrettably, this villa will become your eternal home. Stay here, watch the scenery of this eternal paradise, and slowly reminisce about your lives! Hahahahaha..."

Leaving behind that declaration full of malicious humor and threat, along with his arrogant laughter echoing through the villa, Allen's figure faded rapidly amid spatial ripples like ink dissolving into water, then vanished.

The villa's front doors silently closed, as though they had never opened.

His beard bristling with rage, Garp roared at the spot where Allen had disappeared. "Allen! You little bastard! You're more arrogant than Roger! More punchable than Shanks! If you've got the guts, let this old man out for a One-on-one!" Still not satisfied after roaring, he punched a decorative pillar beside him, only to end up flinging his hand again in pain.

With a heavy sigh, Sengoku rubbed his temples and wearily sat down on the sofa. "Space Ability... Time Ability... Gol D... What exactly is this brat trying to do? Did he trap us here to prevent the Marines from intervening?"

Tsuru elegantly took a sip of tea and looked out at the flowing rainbow sky beyond the window, her gaze deep. "An eternal home... It seems he is extremely confident about the gathering to come. Or rather, he simply does not care whether he lives or dies?"

Kuzan wrapped himself in the blanket again and slowly shuffled back to the sofa, leaving only a pair of sleepy eyes visible. "A la la... So, were we protected? Or abandoned? Well... whatever... at least I don't have to write reports for the next two days..."

After saying that, he yawned again, seeming ready to continue his nap.

The Dog Head officers looked at one another, their faces full of despair.

A former Fleet Admiral, a heroic Vice Admiral, the Grand Chief Officer, a former Admiral... all trapped in this damned place? What exactly was going to happen outside?!