Just imagine it—
If it were the younger version of Linlin, the sea-faring heroine in Kaido’s mories, bold and full of vigor—
Eight ters tall, youthful and striking, capable of enduring Orin’s overwhelming physique—
Orin wasn’t sure if he’d be able to resist that kind of temptation.
But now...
That waistline, now just as thick at the top as it is at the bottom, the chubby fat sagging on her face, still vaguely retaining the proportions of her youth—but already going out of shape.
Not to ntion those rows and rows of sons and daughters staring at him.
Forget it. Let the past stay in the past...
"Mamama~ Orin, you ca and didn’t even tell in advance? What a surprise!"
Big Mom was clearly pleased to see Orin’s arrival and greeted him with a cheerful smile.
There’s an even bigger surprise coming later.
Orin muttered to himself inwardly, but outwardly, he still wore his usual friendly smile.
"Ever since I got your call, I rushed over without stopping for a second."
"Mamamama"
Hearing this, Big Mom was even more delighted and walked side-by-side with Orin toward the tea party venue.
Behind them, each of their crew mbers followed.
Mihawk and Crocodile reacted as usual—cold and reserved types who didn’t talk much. Even though they were seeing the Cake Castle for the first ti and found it novel, they still kept their cool and didn’t gawk around.
Big Mom’s children, however, looked openly curious.
"So that’s the legendary Orin? Doesn’t look that much older than our little brothers..."
"This man is so handso! If only he were the one I could be betrothed to soday~ (hearts in her eyes)"
"That’s not right... Isn’t he Mama’s target?"
"So what..."
"Everyone shut up!"
The low murmuring in the crowd quickly reached Katakuri, who stood at the front of the line. His angry shout cut them off instantly.
Beads of cold sweat ford on his forehead.
These younger siblings of his... they’d been spoiled for too long. How could they be whispering like that with Orin right here?
And just as he feared, both Big Mom and Orin had heard the exchange.
Orin didn’t react much—after all, he was long used to the attention of young won—but Big Mom, on the other hand, suddenly seed intrigued.
"Right, I should’ve thought of this earlier, Orin."
She looked at Orin and smiled.
"I’ll choose a daughter to marry you, Orin. After all, it’s impossible for to have only one husband."
"???"
Huh?
What are you saying???
Orin admitted, this logic had caught him so off guard it nearly threw out his back. Was that sothing you just casually brought up?
Besides, among Big Mom’s many kids—with their... unique appearances—only a few could be considered passable, and they were still just children at this stage.
"Uh... let’s talk about that later..."
Orin twitched the corner of his mouth and brushed it off.
Love and marriage? They’d only get in the way of his freedom and his dream of happiness!
...
The group quickly arrived at the tea party grounds.
The place was lively, to say the least.
Even though there weren’t many guests, the Homies who sang and served carried the entire atmosphere on their shoulders.
The theatrical vibe of this full-blown musical was so imrsive that even Orin and his group didn’t interrupt.
"It’s starting~ Here it cos~"
"Mama’s tea party ti is here~"
Flowers, trees, mountains, teacups...
Every object began to sing.
"Just in ti~ Not late at all~"
"The Black Emperor arrives right on schedule~"
The music flowed in harmony with the song.
Orin entered the venue right on cue, as the main VIP guest of the event.
The underground kings of the world, who once held imnse power and resources, now stood off to the side as little more than extras.
"Orin-sama!!!"
"So handso!!!"
"The strongest of the younger generation!!!"
The emotional bystanders cheered wildly without a second thought, showering him with flattery.
Even Orin, who had seen plenty of grand occasions, couldn’t help but get a little caught up in it.
So lively!
"Hey~ you really are enjoying this, huh?"
Crocodile glanced at Orin as he waved to the crowd, surrounded by singing plants, and teased him.
"This guy’s always been like that—doing whatever he wants."
Mihawk didn’t even bother explaining, whether he’d grown used to it or was just making a token remark. He continued following the group forward.
Truth be told, this level of party—Orin had never attended sothing quite like it.
The banquets aboard Roger’s ship? Those were basically just a bunch of rough n eating at and drinking booze.
Nothing like the extravagance and festivity of today.
Among the crowd lining the road, so familiar figures caught Orin’s eye.
He sat at the main table for the tea party, settling down beside Big Mom.
"Mamama~ you noticed them already, Orin?"
Noticing Orin’s gaze, Charlotte Linlin had clearly prepared for this. She clapped her hands.
One by one, Homie soldiers escorted various individuals over.
So were chained up, while others walked over naturally.
Several familiar faces were among them.
"Quite the valuable gift."
Of course he recognized them—these were the heads of the underground world who had either refused to submit or were still wavering ambiguously.
Orin casually held a chocolate stick—no one knew where it ca from—between his lips, as if he didn’t care about these people at all.
But a few of the figures definitely caught his attention.
"I thought you’d never show up... Stussy."
Across from his gaze stood a stunning, fashionably dressed blonde beauty with a curvy figure, clutching a purse and standing obediently.
"Orin-sama jests. How could I dare disobey your will?"
As one of the few true power players in the underworld, "Queen of Pleasure Street" Stussy—alongside others like "Loan Shark" Lu Feld—had not been humiliated by being tied up.
They saw the situation clearly and decisively chose to switch allegiance, pledging loyalty to Orin and putting themselves at his service.
"I see..."
Orin crossed his legs and looked at the people standing neatly before him, heads bowed.
He didn’t say much—just snapped his fingers.
In the next mont—
Under the horrified gazes of the flowers, plants, and tea party guests, those underworld bosses lying on the ground in chains—
Their bodies slowly turned to ash and floated away.
"You weren’t moved by my charm. You didn’t realize your mistake. You just know... you’re going to die."
Orin sipped his red tea, tasted it, then casually held his chin and gazed at the so-called "kings of the dark world" still standing.
"Hmm... You still-standing ones—if you want to live... Hand over your Vivre Cards."
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