Chapter 115: May Big Mom Stay Young Forever
"...￥#%@#..."
Roy spoke calmly into the Den Den Mushi, bringing up a few very specific, very dangerous secrets that only he and Linlin could know.
On Whole Cake Island, Charlotte Linlin's face went bright red. She glared at the terrified subordinate holding the Den Den Mushi, already wondering how she was going to erase this poor soul from existence for overhearing her black history.
It really was her brother Roy.
What kind of things did Roy mention?
Well…
There was the time she got scammed because she was too gullible. The time she solemnly tried to talk sense into a dead bear or wolf. The period when she absolutely could not fall asleep unless she was hugging her older brother.
One embarrassing story after another. All the ridiculous things from her childhood that the current Pirate Empress of the seas wanted buried forever.
Now that Charlotte Linlin had become the female Pirate King, these memories turned her entire mind into a chaotic storm.
So embarrassing.
But it really was her brother Roy…
"Ahem, Brother Roy, where have you been all this time? You have not been looking for Linlin at all."
Her subordinates broke out in goosebumps. Their usually cold and terrifying Captain was actually speaking in a soft, coquettish tone.
They could not stand it. It was unbearable.
"I have been a bit busy lately, but do not worry, Linlin. I will find a way to come back and see you in a few years," Roy replied with a smile.
Through the Den Den Mushi's mimicry, that gentle smile reached Linlin. Her heart softened all at once.
Over the years, what she feared most was hearing anyone say that Roy had died.
After a little more small talk and comfort, Roy ended the call.
On Whole Cake Island, Charlotte Linlin stood by a tall window, fingers resting on the sill, expression troubled.
Brother Roy said he would be back soon.
So why did he not come back right away?
She could not understand.
Linlin turned, walking over to a massive floor length mirror. It was specially made, barely tall enough to reflect her eight point eight meter frame.
"Does he think I have gotten old, so he is deliberately stalling?" Linlin frowned at her reflection.
In the mirror, she was still the same young woman as back then, forever frozen at the most beautiful point of her life.
Linlin had never forgotten Roy, not for a single day. She had never let any other man get close. Unlike in the original history, she had no biological children now.
The current Big Mom Pirates, apart from the godsons and goddaughters she had taken in like a stern nun, had no blood relatives at all.
She and Tsuru had once joined forces and risked their lives to obtain that legendary treasure, all for one reason.
To freeze that perfect moment of youth, and wait for one person to come home.
History had changed. Linlin visited Final Island and, through a twist of fate, was granted the title of Pirate King by the World Government.
Later, while chasing Roger, she reached the final island, Laugh Tale, and mixed with the Roger Pirates.
After seeing Laugh Tale with her own eyes, she completely lost interest in One Piece.
Now she cared about only one thing.
Roy.
Linlin stepped into a hidden chamber and quietly closed the door behind her. She crossed the room and opened a heavy iron chest.
A flood of dazzling golden light burst out, bathing the entire room in a blinding glow.
...
Amazon Lily, also called Nine Snake Island.
At Hancock's house, Roy gently placed the Den Den Mushi receiver back on its cradle.
Before he ever traveled through time, he had prepared a few essential things: microphones, dial plates, and other accessories for Den Den Mushi.
He could not bring living beings with him when he crossed time, but inanimate objects were a different story.
Wild Den Den Mushi could be found on many islands. Once you caught one and fed it regularly, the little thing was more than happy to become your long term phone line in exchange for a guaranteed meal ticket.
Roy sat at the low table, a newspaper unfolded in his hands, one he had bought before entering the Calm Belt on his way to the Amazon Kingdom.
In this era, with news coo seagulls delivering papers everywhere, information was far more convenient than it used to be.
He skimmed over a few useless headlines, then stopped on a large photo of Charlotte Linlin.
Out on the open sea, a woman with snow white skin, a stunning face, and a dangerously seductive figure stood on the deck of a ship. Her long, slightly wavy pink hair fell in a soft cascade, ending just above her exquisite collarbone.
She stood in profile, gazing sideways at the distant waters. The sunlight wrapped around her like a spotlight, making everything else in the scene feel like background decoration.
Even through the newspaper, Charlotte Linlin's presence burst out of the picture, an overwhelming blend of domineering aura and overwhelming beauty.
This article was from this year. The reporter had labeled it as the latest shot of the female Pirate King.
Roy stared at the photo for a long time, silently wondering how Linlin had managed to stay young for decades, looking exactly like she did in her youth.
In the world of One Piece, a lot of women aged, and not in a normal way.
It always felt like the original manga author had a twisted sense of humor.
He liked to draw old age as something absurd, not just wrinkles or a bit of weight. Heights shifted, bones shrank, bodies warped. Tall beauties suddenly became short, stout caricatures. Skeleton structures changed completely.
Linlin had originally been one of the worst victims of that exaggerated art style.
But now...
Roy rubbed his eyes.
What on earth?
Nothing had changed.
Who was the saint that had quietly buried the original manga author?
Why was this exaggerated art style nowhere to be seen anymore?
Or... had she really found pure gold?
"Roy, come on, let us go train!" Hancock ran into the room, grabbed Roy's hand, and pulled him toward the door.
"Alright."
...
The weather was brutally hot. The air over Nine Snake Island seemed to shimmer and twist in the heat.
In the shade of a cool forest, Hancock stood in front of Roy, wearing a red off the shoulder short sleeved top and holding an iron rod. Roy stood opposite her with a black cloth tied over his eyes.
"Alright, I am ready," Roy said with a nod, letting her know she could start.
Training to become stronger and flirting with a girl did not conflict at all.
If anything, they went hand in hand.
Only with overwhelming strength could he earn true respect and create a safe space to flirt in peace.
Hancock did not answer. She took a deep breath, then swung the iron rod straight at him.
Right now, their relative strength looked like this.
Hancock had already awakened Observation Haki, yet she still could not defeat Roy.
Roy's innate talent, copied from Linlin, made his raw power absurd for his age.
Even so, his shortcomings were still obvious.
His Observation Haki had not awakened yet.
That was his glaring weakness. He desperately needed to develop his Observation Haki to patch the gap in his defense.
Roy tried his best to dodge, but Hancock's swings were fast and sharp. This time, he could not avoid it.
"Duang."
Roy felt nothing at all.
The iron rod in Hancock's hands, however, shook violently. The impact sent a painful shiver all the way up her arms.
Roy's strength talent had started at only one tenth of Linlin's.
After months of relentless training, that number had climbed higher and higher. Now he was at least fourteen percent of Linlin.
He could keep pushing that number up simply by working himself half to death.
With that kind of brute strength and a body that might as well have been forged from steel, he was nearly untouchable even while standing still, as long as Hancock did not use her Devil Fruit power.
If Hancock used the Love Love Fruit on him…
Roy was, honestly, a little scared to find out what would happen.
"Duang."
Duang.
Duang.
Blow after blow fell. Hancock missed more often as Roy's sense of presence sharpened. Each swing rang out with that strangely addictive sound.
Roy dodged more and more, his blindfolded world gradually filling with the faint traces of intent and movement.
After a while, when Hancock was finally managing to hit him only once out of every four strikes, she lowered the iron rod, breathing hard.
Her gaze locked on Roy's forehead.
A single red hair drifted lazily down through the air.
Then silence.
Roy's face was completely unharmed, still as handsome and calm as ever.
The iron rod in Hancock's hands, on the other hand, was bent, twisted, and deformed beyond recognition.
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