Chapter 54 The Player's Home Visit (3K Nutrient Solution...)

Katakuri is dreaming.

He was fully conscious and knew very well that he was in a dream.

In his dream, he was standing in a sunny garden, a light green picnic table set under the shade of a tree, with beautiful and tempting desserts on it, and a gentle breeze carrying the rich aroma of butter and cream.

The girl, the new pastry chef recommended by Perrault, was sitting in a chair with a donut-shaped backrest, holding a steaming cup of black tea.

"Katakuri?" she called out. "It's afternoon tea time, come and have some with us."

afternoon tea?

By the way, because Katakuri was sitting with his brothers and sisters that day, he didn't take off his scarf, nor did he eat the three desserts that Wiel made that even his mother praised.

The tall man walked silently to Violet and leaned down to look at the tableware and teacups that had already been set out opposite her.

Katakuri pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Violet.

Vera: "Lord Perospero said that Katakuri likes donuts, so in addition to the vegetable cocktail, mushroom cake and ice cream for afternoon tea today, I also specially prepared donuts of various flavors for Lord Katakuri."

In the very center of the table is a small mountain made up of donuts of different flavors.

Katakuri looked up at Violet: "Aside from family, no one has ever left alive after seeing what I look like."

Hearing those words filled with murderous intent and threat, Violet simply smiled easily: "Why are you so serious, Katakuri? This is just a dream."

Yes, this is just a dream.

Katakuri no longer straightened his back, but relaxed and leaned back in the donut chair, his straight legs crossed, and he reached out to take off his thick scarf.

Beneath the scarf were sharp teeth and stitching lines extending from the sides of the mouth to the ears.

Katakuri is Charlotte's most perfect masterpiece. He is a reliable younger brother whom his older brothers can entrust with tasks, and a strong older brother whom his younger siblings can trust and rely on wholeheartedly.

A perfect man who has never had his back touch the ground since birth, who is invincible and has no flaws...

These rumors, whether true or false, stemmed from the fearful cries of enemies and the fervent expectations of families, ultimately leading to Charlotte Katakuri, the great pirate with a bounty approaching 1 billion.

Katakuri picked up the vegetable cocktail and took a sip. It was delicious, just as he had imagined. The fresh and sweet aroma of the fruits and vegetables, combined with the stimulation of the alcohol, exploded in his mouth, dispelling the midday heat.

Just as Katakuri reached for the strawberry chocolate donut at the very top of Donut Mountain, Violet, resting her chin on her hand, made a suggestion.

"Actually, donuts taste best when they're lying down!"

Katakuri paused, and this usually serious and cold man looked rather cute as he stared at Violet in a daze.

Violet smiled and pointed to her side. On the previously empty grass, a rainbow-colored blanket had appeared out of nowhere. A round, fluffy, glutinous rice ball-shaped cushion was placed next to it. It looked like the kind of super comfortable cushion that would wrap your body and support you when you lay down on it.

Katakuri was a little tempted.

Violet: "It's okay, anyway, this is a dream."

Yes, it's just a dream anyway, so of course we should do whatever makes us comfortable.

Katakuri, whose back never touches the ground, lay on the blanket, leaning against a milky white pillow, with a round, chocolate-colored ball under his arm.

Violet: "Eating one bite at a time is too boring. Donuts are most delicious when you eat several flavors at once."

Katakuri thought she made sense, so he picked up the tray of donuts and started eating them.

The plate was enchanted; no matter how many times it was poured over, the donuts would always be refilled in the next second.

Katakuri looked at Violet with a puzzled expression, and Violet smiled and said, "This is a dream."

Yes, because it's a dream, there are endless delicious donuts and hot tea; because it's a dream, all the desserts are the most delicious and suit his taste perfectly; because it's a dream, it doesn't matter what he does, and no one will see what he does.

In dreams, a perfect masterpiece lets down its guard, temporarily allowing itself to reveal its less-than-perfect side.

Crack, crack...

The only sounds in the pretty little garden were Katakuri enjoying his afternoon tea.

It's so delicious!

Katakuri had just finished eating when the donuts and black tea in his hand disappeared before he could put them down, replaced by the ice cream that his mother had praised so highly at the banquet.

He held the ice cream and looked at Vera.

Why did you appear in my dream?

With a slight movement of his mouth, which was covered in sharp fangs and stitches, Katakuri looked at the girl in front of him and questioned her.

"You have ice cream here," Violet pointed to her cheek and reminded him, then looked at Katakuri, whose cheeks were flushed with two cute little red blushes, and smiled, "Maybe you've been missing me."

Vera opened her hand, revealing a golden bell. She hooked her index finger onto the chain on the bell and gently shook her wrist, causing the bell to ring crisply.

"When are you coming to find me, Katakuri?"

"Katakuri-nii-san!"

Katakuri suddenly opened his eyes and saw Brulee looking anxious.

With a red, hooked nose, a scar running from her forehead to her jaw, and dark skin, Brulee, tall and thin, looked like a witch living in a dark castle.

Mom has been in a great mood these past few days after enjoying delicious desserts, and the low pressure that has been hanging over the Mirror World for some time has also disappeared. Brûlée has been eating and sleeping well these past few days, and she went to bed early this afternoon as well. As a result, she was unusually energetic in the evening and wandered around the Mirror World at will.

Then Brulee witnessed an unbelievable scene: Katakuri was sleepwalking!

Katakuri, awakened, opened his eyes and looked at Brulee. His gaze, devoid of any confusion and like that of a fierce beast, sent a chill down Brulee's spine.

Sunshine, gardens, delicious donuts, and the relaxed Katakuri are all left in his dreams. Back in reality, he is still the perfect older brother.

Katakuri asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong, Brulee?"

Brulee looked at Katakuri with concern: "Katakuri-nii-san, were you just... sleepwalking?"

Katakuri looked up and analyzed the reason for Brulee's worries from the completely different furnishings around him compared to when he was resting.

"I am practicing Observation Color."

Ah, so they were practicing Observation Haki!

Brulee suddenly realized why Katakuri had been walking with his eyes closed!

As expected of Katakuri's older brother, he never relaxes and is always on the path to becoming stronger.

Brulee looked at Katakuri with admiration: "I understand, Katakuri-nii-san. I won't bother you any longer!"

Brulee waved goodbye to Katakuri, her figure disappearing into the mirror in the corridor.

Sleepwalking...

The sweet taste of the donuts from his dream still lingered in his palm, but at this moment, Katakuri held only a sharp trident that had reaped countless lives.

Katakuri walked to the end of the corridor, looked down at the town of Hakubi in the night, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a light sleep while still standing.

It was just a strange dream. I don't know why I dreamed about that pastry chef, but now that I'm awake, it's all over.

He remains Charlotte's most perfect masterpiece.

——

"Who are you?"

Violet looked at the blond pineapple-headed man standing on the shore and took out a parchment scroll from her backpack with a puzzled expression.

"I didn't go to the wrong place, did I?"

"Vell!"

Namuel saw a small bamboo raft approaching from afar, and quickly walked to the shore. Sure enough, standing on the raft was his shy, introverted, well-behaved, obedient, and adorable little fishman.

Namuel raised his hand and greeted cheerfully, "Long time no see!"

Vera stared at Miu's face: "Who are you?"

Marco: "Pfft!"

That muir immediately faded and cracked.

He leaned close to Violet in disbelief, pointing to his face: "You don't recognize me, Violet? I'm your Fishman King!"

Ah, she remembered, the gold nugget maker.

But she didn't build the [False Murloc King's Throne], did she? Why would the Murloc King appear here?

“We are members of the Whitebeard Pirates, yoi.” Marco helped Namur, who was awkwardly pacing back and forth looking for a puddle to swim out of, out of the predicament. “You met our companions, Thatch and Izo, in the Sabaody Archipelago before, and gave them a magical item that can cure diseases.”

Sabaody Archipelago...

Violet immediately remembered the stunning model who had captivated her at first sight: "It's that gorgeous woman!"

"A great beauty?" Namuel repeated incredulously, "You mean Izang?"

"No, wait, you only met Izang once, and that was so long ago, so why do you think of him now when he's mentioned?" And why didn't she recognize him immediately—Mur, Vil's kinsman, the fish-man king she respected, the one with whom she fought side by side?!

Namuel evades reality: "Did Izang cheat you out of your money?"

Marco could understand: "Kids all like pretty people."

When the Whitebeard Pirates occupied a new island, or simply stopped to replenish supplies and did not wish to cause further disturbance, they would send Izo to negotiate.

When the captain of the 16th Division smiled and interacted with people with his strikingly beautiful face, even the most fearful civilians would relax.

By the way, Marco has the same effect when he transforms into his phoenix form.

Namuel gritted his teeth in hatred.

“I almost forgot about that side quest.” Violet jumped onto the island. “But you’ve come at just the right time.”

She currently has plenty of supplies.

What kind of health-restoring items do you want?

Marco and Namur exchanged a glance: "To be precise, we hope you can go to the Moby Dick and see... the patient's condition for yourself."

Although Marco is not a doctor by training, he is very experienced. During his stay in R'lyeh, he discovered that the revolutionary soldier named Ginny suffers from a rare disease called leprosy.

In Marco's view, no, in the view of almost all doctors in the world, leprosy is a malignant disease that is almost incurable. People with leprosy are tormented by the disease to the point that they cannot take care of themselves, and their lifespan is also greatly shortened.

But Ginny showed no signs of illness. Her physical strength and energy far exceeded those of an ordinary adult woman. She could tutor students all day long, and even her appetite was unusually good. She could eat twice as much food as Marco in one meal.

This is outrageous!

After thinking about it all night, Marco concluded that Ginny's behavior must be due to a skilled doctor constantly watching over her and taking care of her health.

Once you think about it this way, many of the strange things on the island become clear.

For example, on a tiny island with only five people and a reindeer, there are three people—Big Bear, Law, and Chopper—who know everything about healing and saving lives.

Being a doctor is a rare profession at sea; it's already quite remarkable if a ship has even one doctor.

It's important to know that the Whitebeard Pirates, a large fleet of over 1,600 people, only had him and the nurses in the first division responsible for treating the sick and saving lives. The per capita doctor rate was far lower than that of R'lyeh.

If it weren't for the existence of a legendary healer on the island, how could so many doctors have been attracted and trained?

And then there's Dragon. As the leader of the Revolutionary Army, why would he stay on this island? Besides the fact that his subordinates' conditions require constant medical attention, the most important reason is that the addition of a powerful and skilled doctor would definitely elevate the Revolutionary Army to a new level.

The dragon must be here to recruit people!

That won't do, since it was the Whitebeard Pirates who arrived first.

"I guarantee your safety with the reputation of the Whitebeard Pirates," Marco said earnestly. "Whether we succeed or not, the Whitebeard Pirates will owe you a favor."

When facing their most revered father, Marco, like his other brothers, would do anything to ensure his father's health.

[You've obtained a clue: the patient aboard the Moby Dick is collecting blood-replenishing items.]

The Unsinkable Beluga

[The sons, worried about their father's health, are desperately searching for a renowned doctor... Wait, aren't you a renowned doctor?]

[Conduct a medical examination on the emperor who reigns over the sea, and provide a reasonable treatment plan.]

The clue that had been covered by a question mark was finally filled in.

Violet looked at Marco's serious expression. Although this was part of the mission, since he had already said so...

"If you make house calls, it will cost extra."

“No problem, yoi,” Marco said casually. “Just name it.”

He looked at Violet, who was barely taller than his waist, and worried that she was too young and shy to understand what the promise and gratitude of a sea emperor meant.

Marco kindly reminded the other party, "You can go to our treasure room later and take whatever you like."

Vera: "I'll take as much as I want?"

Marco nodded: "Take as much as you want."

How much can a small child with thin arms and legs carry, even if they try their best?

It's just a drop in the ocean of the Whitebeard Pirates' wealth. Take it, take it as you please. What does it matter compared to Whitebeard's health?

The naive captain of the First Division thought to himself.

——

"Should we use a new backpack this time?"

Luo looked at Vera with some surprise. The backpack Vera made had eight inventory slots, and depending on what it contained, each item could be stacked in different quantities in the backpack.

For example, grass, twigs, and various gems can be stacked up to 40 times.

Violet has a severe collecting obsession, hoarding disorder, and decision-making phobia, and often finds herself in a grid crisis.

Realizing this, Luo took the initiative to help Violet organize her belongings for each outing after learning a little about what she needed to do when she went out, and also to help her organize her backpack, which was now completely full when she returned.

Luo examined the tree trunks that Violet had somehow acquired, which had a crying face and would scream when touched. He then casually tossed them into a box at the farthest point, alongside moving tentacle spikes, nightmare fuel that would lower sanity if you got close, and seeds of carnivorous plants that were forbidden to be planted.

"Won't we run out of supplies?"

In addition to her backpack, Violet's magical pocket also has 15 slots, which should be more than enough for any destination.

But every time Vera went out, Luo would check her belongings and take out the things she didn't need, Vera would look aggrieved and sad, as if a wicked mother-in-law had broken up a young couple. So why did she take the initiative to say they should break up this time... no, to say she wanted to reduce her burden?

Vera glanced around cautiously, making sure Marco wasn't there, then quietly leaned close to Ro and shared the big deal she had just closed.

Luo, after hearing the whole story: ...

Law, who dislikes the World Government, is indifferent to the Revolutionary Army, and also dislikes pirates, couldn't help but feel sorry for them at this moment.

It's unbelievable that in less than half a year, Violet has already ruined three of the world's most important powers.

Who will be next to suffer—a nobleman, a king, or a Celestial Dragon?

Law, who sees himself as a supporting character, is suddenly horrified to discover that his ability to clean up messes is no match for Violet's ability to cause trouble.

"After all, they are the Whitebeard Pirates. Don't go too far."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Seeing that Vera was confident, Luo wasn't too worried, because he realized that although Vera usually acted quite eccentrically, she actually had her own set of logic in doing things.

In the early days of R'lyeh, when the island was poor, dilapidated, and lacked sufficient strength, Violet was able to exchange seeds for the great swordsman Mihawk, who stayed on the island and became his teacher. This ensured that R'lyeh would not be destroyed by pirates or the Navy who accidentally wandered nearby during its initial development, while also giving Law and his swarm of bees the opportunity to become stronger.

During the construction phase, Violet made several deals with Amazon Lily, ensuring a stable supply of stone, "capturing" Dragon and other revolutionaries on the island, and allowing them, who were far from the world and isolated from news, to learn about the latest changes in the world situation.

After unlocking magical technology, R'lyeh and Violet gained power that would be formidable even on the Grand Line. Violet then made contact with two of the most powerful sea crews, the Big Mom Pirates and the Whitebeard Pirates...

Luo's pupils trembled.

Behind Vera's seemingly casual and unpredictable actions, which appear to be just playful whims, lies a complex web of plans?!

It turns out that Violet had been working tirelessly and planning ahead for R'lyeh for so long, yet he only just figured out a small part of the scheme now.

He needs to work even harder so that he can at least protect R'lyeh from any harm while Vil goes out on adventures!

Luo solemnly patted Vera's shoulder and said, "No, don't worry too much, just do things at your own pace."

"R'lyeh has me, Chopper, and the bees."

"We will protect this place."

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"I can't take it anymore! I'm leaving Mary Geoise right now!"

"Please calm down, Saint Musgarud!"

Standing in the magnificent, palace-like room, CP0, dressed in a snow-white suit and wearing a mask, anxiously tried to dissuade Saint Musgarud.

"The Holy Lord Gringu and Holy Lord Shamlock of the Knights of God are handling this."

Saint Musgarud sat in a soft, high-backed chair, while a slave stylist with a collar around his neck carefully gathered his dark green hair and combed it into a strange hairstyle that was wider at the bottom and narrower at the top, with an inward spiral at the top.

Beneath thick, dark eyebrows were a pair of small, black eyes, which narrowed into slits in anger upon hearing CP0's words.

"Damn it, I can go wherever I want, who gave you, a lowly commoner from the lower realm, the right to speak?!"

From his thick lips came out some terrible words, and CP0, who was sprayed with spittle, didn't dare to respond at all.

CP0 through CP9 are organizations directly under the Celestial Dragons and are known as "the Celestial Dragons' strongest shield." Among them, CP0 holds the highest position and has the authority to mobilize and dispatch members from CP1 to CP9.

Even CP0 is nothing more than a lowly commoner of inferior blood in the eyes of the Celestial Dragons, the world's nobles.

With the help of a beautiful maid, Saint Musgarud put on a heavy, bulky white coat that resembled a spacesuit. A tall, scarred man carrying a bubble hood followed behind Saint Musgarud.

"Holy Lord Musgard, if you are leaving the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, should you inform the Knights of God and the Navy so that they can dispatch warships to ensure your safety?"

"Safety? Who would dare touch the Celestial Dragons' fleet?"

Saint Musgard sneered. As a Celestial Dragon, even if he left the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, he could not lack the enjoyment he deserved, and his original quality of life could not be reduced in the slightest.

Therefore, whenever a Celestial Dragon goes out, he always takes several ships with him in a large entourage. These include slave ships to carry his favorite slaves, cargo ships to carry his favorite furniture, and some Celestial Dragons will even completely dismantle their bedrooms, tea rooms, gardens, and clock towers and move them onto the ships.

In addition, their luxurious clothing and jewelry, as well as food specially provided by Mary Geoise, were indispensable.

The wealth represented by the entire fleet is enough to leave even the richest kings or nobles in the lower realms speechless with astonishment. It can be said that the value of the entire ship is no less than its weight in gold.

That was a fortune enough to make even the most greedy pirates forget the threats posed by the World Government and the Navy.

"And the Knights of God, they can't even handle a few weeds, yet they call themselves the elite of the Celestial Dragons. I really don't know what they're good for!"

The thought of the day he rode his favorite slave out for a stroll and saw those strange, eyeball-like things growing by the roadside made Musgarud's stomach churn, and words of complaint slipped out without thinking.

"If you ask me, I'd rather go..."

A bright red color entered his field of vision, and Musgarud Saint suddenly fell silent, like a chick being choked.

Dressed in the attire of a noble knight, Shamrock looked at Saint Musgarud: "How about I give you what?"

Shamlock had faint dark circles under his eyes, and his voice was lower and hoarser than usual.

"You want to get rid of those eyeball weeds?"

The thought of those grotesque, biting eyeballs that had erupted in Mary Geoise terrified Musgarud, tears streaming down his face: "No, no, no, I..."

"You're leaving the Holy Land?" Shamlock looked at Musgarud's clothes. "Very well."

"Get lost."

Musgarud felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly left with a long line of slaves.

Musgard didn't dare to look back even slightly until he boarded the ship specially prepared for the Celestial Dragons, which bore the World Government flag.

"How terrifying..."

Musgarud wiped the sweat from his brow.

He felt like he was about to have another nightmare.

"Mary Geoise is becoming increasingly uninhabitable."

When did the change begin? He remembered. It started after that despicable merman slave set fire to the Holy Land, causing a large number of slaves to escape.

How perfect Mary Geoise was on earth! Apart from a few annoying neighbors who were also Celestial Dragons, Musgard had nothing to worry about.

But now, he has first lost a large number of slaves, then was almost bitten by the strange eyeball grass, and now he is even more frightened by Shamlock.

Musgarud: "Is the murloc who set fire to the Holy Land dead?"

CP0: "...Current intelligence indicates no."

Not only did he not have one, Tiger also seemed to have entrusted the Sun Pirates to Jinbe, the Fishman, and returned to Fishman Island to live a leisurely retirement life.

CP0 recalled the photos of Tiger taken by the intelligence department. Tiger, relieved of his burdens, looked even younger than in the photos taken when he was auctioned off as a slave.

When will he be able to retire and enjoy his old age?

"What? No? What are the Navy doing? They've already issued a bounty, why haven't they caught him yet?!"

Musgarud paced back and forth, growing angrier the more he thought about it: "No, we can't just let him go like this!"

"Sail the ship to Fishman Island, I want to personally capture that fishman!"

"Wait, wait a minute, Saint Musgard, Fishman Island is within the Whitebeard Pirates' territory..."

What? First slaves, then strange plants, then the Knights of God, and now even pirates can scare him?

"Who do you think I am? I'm a Celestial Dragon!"

"Achoo, achoo, achoo!"

Seeing Tiger sneezing several times in a row, Neptune quietly moved the dessert in front of him away from him.

“Don’t be so stingy, Neptune!” Tiger snatched the plate away. “It’s just a little dessert.”

Neptune glared angrily at Tiger, his eyes wide. What a little dessert! This was a dessert made for him by his queen herself. He wouldn't even eat much of it, yet Tiger had shown off most of it!

Neptune looked Tiger up and down: "Have you gained a lot of weight recently?"

Tiger touched his slightly rounded chin: "Really? I don't think so..."

Of course, he did. After shedding the burden of the Sun Pirates and reconciling with his past life as a slave, Tiger quickly became relaxed and plump on Fishman Island.

Tiger: "I'm already retired, so please let me have a turn!"

Neptune, who didn't know when he would be able to retire from the throne, glanced enviously at his old friend.

While Neptune was lost in his melancholy, Tiger cleared out the plates, sipping his coffee and sighing, "Vill's cooking is still the best."

“That child…” Neptune thought of Namur, who had suddenly returned to Fishman Island some time ago, “I don’t know why he got involved with the Whitebeard Pirates.”

Thanks to that child and the things she left behind, Shirahoshi, who has always been timid and reluctant to go out, has recently begun to boldly consider going out on adventures.

Although Neptune and Newgate were longtime friends and Neptune respected each other's character, being targeted by pirates was far too dangerous for a young girl all alone.

"A little girl all alone out there?" Tiger couldn't help but burst into laughter when he heard Neptune's description of Violet.

"That's no ordinary little girl."

"Just you wait and see, even if we go up against the Whitebeard Pirates, it won't be Violet who suffers."

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Author's Note: Luo: A little confused → started to imagine → gradually becoming more like Di...

Today's update is super long, I have absolutely nothing left! [crying emoji]