"Who is it?"
Charlotte Nusstorte had not gone to bed yet. He was still seated at his desk, recording the tributes sent by various kingdoms and factions. The workload was enormous, and as Minister of Transportation, every detail passed through his hands.
"Brother Nusstorte, it's me."
The voice was soft and cautious.
The door opened, and Nusstorte looked up at the small figure standing there. Anana appeared neat and well behaved, just as usual. He frowned slightly.
"Anana? What are you doing here so late?"
His posture remained relaxed. There was no trace of vigilance in his movements. While he was not especially close to Anana, he knew her well enough to trust her presence.
"Brother Nusstorte, today Mama…"
Anana hesitated, then glanced around the room, signaling for him to lean closer.
At first, Nusstorte felt a flicker of impatience, but the mention of Big Mom immediately caught his attention. Her temper was infamous, and anything involving her was worth listening to.
He bent down slightly, bringing his ear closer.
In that instant, eight black thorns burst forth and wrapped around his body, binding him tightly like a bundle of rice dumplings. Their sharp tips pierced directly into his flesh. Within a few breaths, his body rapidly withered, turning into dust.
He never even had the chance to scream.
The entire process was clean, silent, and terrifyingly fast.
At that moment, the black hat on Nusstorte's head suddenly flew into the air, attempting to flee the room.
Before it could escape, the black thorns shot out again, coiling around it like venomous snakes. As the door closed behind them, Anana watched the struggling hat with calm curiosity.
Whoosh, whoosh.
A distorted human face emerged from the hat. Its mouth opened wide, firing a barrage of black needles straight toward Anana. The tips of the needles gleamed with a poisonous sheen.
Anana's entire body hardened instantly under Armament Haki. The needles struck her skin with metallic clangs, sparks scattering across the room.
A shrill cry echoed as a single black thorn pierced straight through the hat.
Several minutes later, the hat was torn apart completely.
Anana quickly understood what it had been.
This Homie possessed intelligence roughly equivalent to that of a seven or eight year old child and could speak human language. Once its core was destroyed, it died entirely.
The most powerful Homies still belonged to Big Mom herself.
Prometheus, Zeus, and Napoleon.
Anana coveted those three deeply. They were far more valuable than this minor creation.
Moments later, Anana's body began to shift. Bones adjusted, muscles reshaped, and in only a few breaths, she had transformed into Charlotte Nusstorte himself.
At the same time, Lucien steadily absorbed Nusstorte's memories, filling in every gap with perfect clarity.
The next morning, the sun rose as usual.
Disguised as Nusstorte, Lucien arrived at the transportation warehouse under his authority. The vast space was packed with supplies of every kind.
Guards greeted him respectfully as he walked through the facility, pen and ledger in hand, carefully observing and recording.
Treasures, food supplies, rare artifacts, the sheer volume was staggering.
Lucien showed no interest in any of it.
His destination was clear.
The Sea Prism Stone storage area.
As a Yonko level force, the Big Mom Pirates naturally possessed large quantities of Sea Prism Stone. In the outside world, it was rare and precious. Here, it was simply another resource.
However, Big Mom's massive body posed a challenge. At nearly eight meters tall, any containment box would need to exceed ten meters in height. The amount of Sea Prism Stone available here was sufficient to construct not just one such prison, but more than ten.
The real issue was processing time.
Sea Prism Stone was notoriously difficult to work with. Its purity also varied, and only high purity stone could fully suppress Devil Fruit abilities while draining physical strength.
After surveying the Sea Prism Stone reserves, Lucien moved on to the medical storage.
The shelves were packed with medicines, herbs, and medical equipment of every kind.
Sleeping pills, knockout drops, nerve paralytics, poisons, everything he needed was present.
Seeing this, Lucien felt his confidence rise.
Soon after, he issued orders to begin processing the Sea Prism Stone. As Minister of Transportation, his authority was unquestioned. His commands were absolute.
Time passed swiftly.
A full month went by.
During that month, Lucien remained deeply immersed in his role, performing Nusstorte's duties flawlessly. No one suspected anything amiss.
Several ministers returned to Cake Island during that time, but the Sweet Commanders remained absent.
The New World itself had grown increasingly turbulent.
Kaido's forces clashed with the Red Hair Pirates.
The Marines continued their territorial disputes with the Big Mom Pirates.
Fire Fist Ace made waves in the Grand Line.
The Revolutionary Army toppled more kingdoms.
The World Government moved in the shadows.
The underworld, the Seven Warlords, and the Worst Generation all stirred the seas into chaos.
None of it mattered to Lucien.
His focus rested solely on Big Mom.
By the end of the month, the Sea Prism Stone container was complete.
Standing before the finished structure, Lucien examined it carefully. Ten meters tall, five meters wide, constructed from high purity Sea Prism Stone. One side could be opened, but once sealed, it was completely airtight.
Katakuri and the other Sweet Commanders were still away. Many ministers were absent as well.
It was perfect timing.
That very day, the final tribute ship arrived, carrying a full load of sweets.
Lucien planned to act that night.
Every item on the ship had been treated with massive doses of sleeping pills, knockout drops, nerve paralytics, and fast acting poisons. Even with Big Mom's monstrous constitution, such quantities would at least render her unconscious for several minutes.
Even one minute would be enough.
The shipment also included high quality wines and liquors, all carefully prepared.
After overseeing everything personally, Lucien led his subordinates, Homies under his control, as they transported the food into the central castle.
Inside the grand hall, Big Mom sat upon her massive seat, wearing a voluminous pink dress. Thick lipstick and pale purple eyeshadow emphasized her face. Napoleon rested on her head, grumbling noisily.
Prometheus and Zeus floated beside her, one blazing with fire, the other drifting like a white cloud.
Looking at her towering, grotesque form, Lucien found it hard to believe she had once been known for her beauty.
Time truly spared no one.
"Nusstorte, you're late," Big Mom rumbled, leaning forward as saliva dripped from her mouth, splashing onto the floor and corroding it.
"Mama, these tributes required special preparation," Lucien replied respectfully, keeping his head lowered. "They will not disappoint you."
The ground trembled as Big Mom stood and moved toward the table. Though she released no visible aura, Lucien instinctively tensed. The sense of danger was overwhelming.
Big Mom ignored him entirely and began to eat.
She laughed as she devoured the food, clearly delighted.
Being ravenous, she noticed nothing unusual.
Lucien stood to the side, carefully introducing the wines and desserts one after another, ensuring she both ate and drank.
Prometheus, Zeus, and Napoleon eagerly joined in, consuming alongside her.
When Big Mom was in a good mood, she was surprisingly simple and easy to deal with.
Plates vanished one after another.
Over a thousand servings of food disappeared in no time.
Lucien's own appetite was immense, yet even that paled in comparison.
Big Mom surpassed two thousand servings before slowing down.
The three Homies began to sway, clearly affected by the alcohol and additives. Despite their nature, they were still capable of becoming intoxicated.
Big Mom, however, remained energetic.
Lucien frowned slightly.
Then, without warning, Big Mom collapsed forward onto the dining table.
Prometheus, Zeus, and Napoleon lay scattered on the floor, completely unconscious.
The moment had arrived.
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