One Piece- I'm Not Interested in Devil Fruits

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"Hey, Katakuri, what are you looking at?" Charlotte Perospero, the eldest son of Yonko Big Mom Charlotte Linlin, now 35 years old, with a frighteningly long tongue hanging from his collar, sipped sweet tea as he casually asked.

This was a daily tea party of the Charlotte Family.

Many of Totto Land's subjects, Big Mom's children, and invited guests all gathered for this tea party.

Although the Big Mom Pirates are a pirate crew bound by blood relations, not all members are Big Mom's biological children. Some other pirates were subdued by Big Mom and incorporated as subordinates.

However, the purpose of holding the tea party was not to foster familiarity or exchange feelings among crew members.

It was purely Yonko Big Mom's personal preference and ideal to create a grand tea party where people of all races could share a table and eat together. Charlotte Linlin, who adored all kinds of gourmet sweets and delicacies, found nothing more delightful than holding a magnificent and lively tea party.

As for the extravagant costs of regularly hosting such tea parties, the manpower, financial resources, the destruction of countless other islands, the exploitation of other nations' people, the plundering of others' wealth and supplies, none of this was on Yonko Big Mom's mind.

To her, the weak should naturally be ruled and taught by the strong. This was just the natural order of things in Charlotte Linlin's eyes.

And she was born strong.

"Mamamamama…" Yonko Big Mom, towering over eight meters tall, and growing increasingly plump and hefty in recent years, now nearly 54, was sitting at the main table, her mouth covered in cream, wearing a childlike, radiant smile. She opened her arms wide and shouted to the full tea party attendees, "What a happy tea party this is!"

"Too bad Amande and the others aren't here, otherwise they'd definitely have a few drinks with Mom." Charlotte Compote, the 34-year-old eldest daughter and Fruit Minister, joked with a playful complaint beside her mother. "Even though she knew about Mom's tea party, she insisted on going to 'Paradise' to join some swordsmanship tournament..."

"Mamamama? Calling your younger sister that won't do!" Big Mom laughed heartily, holding up a cup of sweet, syrupy juice and swirling it around. "That Morgan guy, putting in so much effort to promote it, even roping in those loan sharks and funeral parlor folks to help. Amande going to participate is basically us doing Morgan that bird a favor…"

Charlotte Daifuku, the lazy second son of the triplets, chuckled, "Lately the newspapers are filled with advertisements for the 'World's Number One Sword Hero Tournament'… I wonder how much Morgan's made off it. To get the World Economic News so heavily involved, hehe..."

Charlotte Linlin put down her cup and laughed, "With Morgan and the World Economic News backing it, if Amande wins this sword hero tournament, she'll gain the title of 'World's Strongest Swordman'! That'd be a great honor for Totto Land, mamamamama…"

Big Mom laughed, seemingly not too worried, and continued feasting with her children.

At that moment, a guest invited to the tea party respectfully presented a gift.

"A small token, please accept it..."

"Wow! A treasure chest!" Big Mom's eyes sparkled childishly as she looked at the gift box on the table. "Can I open it?"

Though she asked, she was already opening the box.

Just then, a loud shout came from nearby: "Mom? Watch out!"

With a whiz, a tall figure dashed over, quickly jumping onto the table and standing between Charlotte Linlin and the gift box.

Before Daifuku and Compote could even react, the gift box on the table suddenly exploded with a massive blast!

"Bang!!" A towering fireball shot up, and the powerful shockwave swept across the entire tea party scene, leaving destruction and chaos everywhere. The table shattered in half, but the remaining half was preserved intact thanks to the tall figure standing on it.

"Katakuri…" The eldest daughter Compote and the others immediately recognized the person who had shielded Mom from the explosion in time.

"Damn bastards! How dare they cause trouble at Mom's tea party!" Perospero, the eldest son nearby, flicked his tongue in anger and cursed loudly.

On the remaining half of the table stood Katakuri, towering five meters tall, his whole body covered in a layer of black Busoshoku Haki (Armament Haki). His wide scarf hid the lower half of his face. Amid the thick smoke from the explosion, he stood rigid like an immovable, solid wall. His narrow eyes were filled with killing intent as he looked down on the assassin who had presented the gift and tried to kill his mother.

"You… want to die?"

But there was no sign of the assassin's body.

Above? Katakuri's Kenbunshoku Haki (Observation Haki) immediately detected the attacker's location.

Overhead, a figure dashed swiftly toward his back.

The assassin drew a soft sword disguised as a belt from their waist. With a flick of their wrist, black Busoshoku Haki spiraled around the blade, straightening it into an unbreakable, sharp weapon.

"Die, Charlotte!!"

The assassin roared loudly, leapt high, and stabbed downwards, targeting Big Mom behind Katakuri.

The bomb was just a diversion; the sword was the real killing blow.

"You won't touch Mom." Katakuri lifted his head and twisted his body, ready to use his Mochi-Mochi Fruit powers to knock the attacker off his head. But his shoulder was suddenly grabbed by a large hand.

"Get away! Katakuri!"

Big Mom yanked her formidable second son aside. Her terrifying aura radiated as she charged directly at the assassin's black sword. The blade stabbed into her body, but couldn't harm her skin even slightly!

"What?!" The assassin's face twisted with extreme shock. "How is this possible…"

Big Mom's face darkened with rage. She grabbed the assassin's sword with one hand, squeezing hard, and snapped it in two. Then she threw a heavy punch that slammed into the assassin's face.

"Bang, Boom, Rumble…"

The assassin was blasted dozens of meters away, gouging deep furrows into the hard cake-like ground.

"How is this possible… cough cough…" The assassin lay on the ground, neck broken, face crushed, eyes glassy as they stared at the enormous figure slowly approaching. Their voice was barely a whisper, "You… you're pregnant… you're supposed to get weaker… that's how it should be…"

"Weaker because I'm pregnant?" Big Mom, brimming with killing intent like a massive demon, stepped on the assassin with her high heel and sneered, "Who the hell do you think I am, idiot?"

Big Mom pulled down two Homies clouds and slammed them hard onto the ground.

"Bang!!" The solar flames of Prometheus and the thunderous wrath of Zeus incinerated the assassin under her feet, reducing them to a pile of blackened charred remains.

Perospero flicked his tongue wildly, mocking, "What a fool! Thinking that just because Mom's pregnant, he has a chance to assassinate her? Since I was born, for thirty-five years, Mom has been pregnant one way or another! Thinking pregnancy would affect Mom's strength, her life, her fighting… that's utterly stupid! That guy…"

Perospero wanted to rant further but was abruptly elbowed by his younger sister Compote. Only then did he notice the dark, threatening look Big Mom was shooting him.

Uh-oh! Perospero quickly shut up.

(End Of This Chapter)