A bolt of lightning flashed over an island somewhere in the New World.
The people on the island looked up at the sound, only to find clear skies without even a bird in sight.
They looked puzzled. Had they imagined it?
In a shadowy corner, electricity flickered, and a lovely figure appeared.
It was Christa.
She stepped out of the corner, looked around, and chose a direction to head in.
Before long, Christa entered a restaurant.
She scanned the room, then fixed her gaze on one particular table.
Two people sat there, but the empty plates piled on their table formed several stacks over a meter high.
One of them was still eating with his head down.
The other was earnestly trying to persuade him of something.
Christa's keen eyes recognized the man stuffing his face. He was her target, Iron Fist Morse.
She immediately walked over.
"...Brother, take my advice.
You might be strong, but this is the New World.
Who knows how many people here are stronger than you!
If you don't find someone to back you up, you won't even know what killed you!
But our boss stands at the very top!
Even if Kaido or Whitebeard showed up, our boss wouldn't be afraid of them!"
Morse nodded halfheartedly and kept eating.
The man frowned at his response and was about to continue when he heard a pleasant voice.
"Your boss? You work for Cloud Claude and his bunch?"
The man frowned again and turned, only to see a face beautiful enough to bring kingdoms to ruin.
He stared blankly for a moment, then said with a grin:
"That's right. My boss is Steam Demon King Steem.
What do you say, girl? Want to join us too?
Come with me, and you'll be living the good life!"