novelraw Chapter 447 447: Big Mom Slams the Table, Everyone Flexes
Chapter 447 447: Big Mom Slams the Table, Everyone Flexes
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Big Mom trembled with rage, her massive chest heaving violently. When had a dignified Yonko like her ever suffered such humiliation?
But logic told her she couldn't fight to the death here. If even a gatekeeping Vice Admiral was this troublesome, just how terrifying were the monsters inside the tavern who had cleared the high-tier dungeons? Garp, that old lunatic, was in there too. Grinding her yellowed teeth, she choked down her rage. She grabbed Zeus and plopped her massive weight onto him.
"Perospero, anchor the ship here! I'm flying in myself!"
Shooting a venomous glare at Gion, Big Mom commanded Zeus to behave and fly low over the congested fleet, heading straight for the Foosha Village docks. The pirates and merchants on the sea watched in stunned silence. The tyrannical Big Mom, infamous for destroying nations on a whim, had actually been forced to compromise by a Marine Vice Admiral.
Gion sheathed her sword. Standing mid-air, she let out a soft hmph and patted her pocket, feeling the two animal-engraved talismans. The power bestowed by Lord Blake truly was a miracle transcending the dimensions of this world. Down at the Foosha Village docks, Kaido, entirely transformed into his role as a security guard, was bored out of his mind, picking his teeth with a massive club. His gargantuan demon dragon physique was squeezed into an absurdly ill-fitting Security Guard No. 007 uniform. Watching Big Mom descend from the sky, Kaido parted his massive jaws in a mocking grin.
"Yo, Linlin, you old hag! You here to join the fun too?"
"KAIDO! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? YOU'RE ACTUALLY PLAYING WATCHDOG HERE!?" Big Mom hopped off Zeus. Seeing Kaido's ridiculous getup, her eyes nearly bugged out of her skull.
"You don't know shit. It's called being first in line because I'm closest to the boss. Boss Blake's rules are absolute. Whoever dares to cause trouble here, I'll be the first to smash their skull in." Kaido shrugged dismissively.
To emphasize his point, Kaido deliberately swung his spiked club, black-red Conqueror's lightning violently sparking across it. Big Mom stared at the scales covering Kaido's body, shimmering with a dark, magma-like luster. She could clearly sense that Kaido's current state of existence had completely eclipsed her own. Swallowing hard, Big Mom thoroughly dropped her Yonko airs. She marched with heavy steps toward the seemingly unremarkable tavern.
Pushing open the wooden door, the sight inside made Big Mom's pupils contract violently.
Garp, his entire body radiating a crimson aura, was arm-wrestling Sengoku. Kizaru held a shot glass that kept blinking in and out of existence in his hand. In the corner, her deeply hated rebellious son, Katakuri, sat quietly eating donuts, his flawless, overwhelming "Demon God" aura nearly suffocating her. Behind the bar sat Blake, lazily stifling a yawn. Scanning the interior, Big Mom's gaze finally locked onto the silver-haired young man sipping coffee behind the counter.
"So you're the brat selling power?" Her voice boomed, rattling the glass cups on the bar. Beside her, the thundercloud Zeus and the bicorne Napoleon bared their fangs, trying to claw back a shred of dignity for their master.
She marched up to the bar with a deafening thud and slammed a massive sack overflowing with gold and jewels onto the countertop.
"Hand over the method that made my ungrateful son Katakuri stronger! I am BIG MOM, the Yonko, Charlotte Linlin! If you dare say no, I'll tear this trashy shop apart today!"
Her jowls trembling, she fell back into her habitual posture of intimidation. Suddenly, the air inside the tavern went dead silent. It wasn't a silence born of fear. It was the extremely eerie stillness of hunters watching prime prey actively hurl itself into a trap. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
"Sengoku, my ears playing tricks on me? Someone wants to trash Boss Blake's shop?" Garp stopped his arm-wrestling match. He turned his head, grinning like an old, rabid dog staring at a meaty bone.
"You heard correctly, Garp. This is an extremely severe disruption of public order." Sengoku adjusted his frog-eye glasses, the dazzling golden light of his Daibutsu form already pulsing beneath his skin. Speaking in a deadpan, righteous tone, Sengoku cracked his knuckles menacingly.
"Oh my, what a terrifying statement. I just survived the Battle Royale by hiding until the end, and my bones were feeling a bit rusty. Boss Blake, if I dispose of this disruptive trash for you, can I get a ten percent discount on my next ticket?" In the corner, Kizaru uncrossed his legs. Golden light flickered at his fingertips, warping space and emitting a dangerous, sizzling hum. His smarmy face twisted into a grin of eager excitement.
"Gurararara, Linlin, your temper is as foul as ever after all these decades. But you've picked the wrong place to throw a tantrum today. I was just looking for a thick-skinned punching bag to test out my new Stand power." Whitebeard Newgate slammed his massive Murakumogiri heavily into the wooden floorboards. Behind him, the pink Stand, Crazy Diamond, leaned out and assumed a highly professional boxing stance.
"Whitebeard, don't you dare steal my prey, you old fossil! My eyes haven't tasted Yonko blood since they awakened! That fat pig Linlin's life is mine!" Golden Lion Shiki, who had been floating in the air since returning from the Naruto dungeon, drifted down to the floor. The Mangekyo Sharingan in his eye sockets began to spin wildly. Drawing his legendary swords Oto and Kogarashi, the power of his Float-Float Fruit warped the surrounding air with visible gravitational pressure.
"Beckman, what do you think? If we offer Big Mom's head as a greeting gift to the boss, do you think we could trade it for a priority pass to the next high-tier run?" Even Red-Haired Shanks, who hadn't managed to snag a spot in the high-tier dungeon, stood up. He gripped the hilt of Gryphon, as black lightning of Conqueror's Haki crawled across the floor beneath him.
"It's a foolproof investment, Captain." Benn Beckman chomped on his lit cigar, raising the rifle that the system had upgraded with the conceptual Infinite Magazine.
The fat on Big Mom's face completely froze. What the hell was going on here?!
These legendary figures standing at the pinnacle of the world were looking at her as if she were a walking, ultra-rare piece of cake! Their eyes burned with naked greed and a fanatical desire to show off. Aren't you guys pirates?! Shouldn't you be out robbing and killing? Why aren't you backing me up on this raid?!
These old monsters were getting more unbelievably bizarre by the minute. Ever since Blake established his rules, no one had dared cause trouble in Foosha Village for quite some time. The last few blind fools with bounties on their heads who tried drawing their swords at the entrance were immediately tossed into the Calm Belt as Sea King chow by Security Guard Kaido. Now, a heavyweight punching bag like Big Mom had actively delivered herself to their doorstep. If they could demonstrate their dedication to maintaining order in front of the shop owner, who knew? They might actually trigger some hidden affinity points!
Cold sweat trickled down Big Mom's forehead, splattering onto the floorboards with a heavy plop. And standing right outside the door in his No. 007 uniform was the demon dragon Kaido, entirely prepared to rush in and crush her skull. She didn't doubt for a second that if she spoke one more word of nonsense, these old lunatics—desperate to please the boss for "contribution points"—would instantly swarm her and tear her to pieces alive.
She swallowed an incredibly dry gulp of saliva. Her right hand, which had been reaching to draw the greatsword Napoleon, rigidly changed trajectory mid-air, awkwardly sliding toward the pocket of her oversized pink dress.
"M-Mamamama…"
Big Mom forced out a smile that was a hundred times uglier than her crying face.
"Come on, everyone, don't be so tense. I was just joking earlier."
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