Luffy, how can you become the Pirate King if you don't work hard!

"afraid?"

Uta smiled, a smile tinged with a sickly tenderness. "Why should I be afraid? It's better that he's inside. That way, he can stay there forever, stay in my world, and be with me."

Her gaze fell on the Sunny, as if she saw Luffy on board.

Nika squinted.

This woman doesn't seem to be in a good state.

Could Luffy be behind all this big fuss?

Luffy, you're guilty!

Just then, a low rumble suddenly came from afar.

Nika and Uta both turned to look at the sea.

In the hazy fog, dozens of massive naval warships broke through the waves, their black cannons pointed directly at Eregia Island. The naval flags on both sides of the warships fluttered and stood taut in the wind.

On the flagship's forward deck stood a group of naval officers and officers dressed in white coats.

"Tsk."

Nika pouted. "They came really fast."

Uta didn't react much, just continued eating mushrooms, calmly watching the approaching warships.

The naval fleet did not dock.

They stopped hundreds of meters from the island, with dozens of warships spreading out in a fan shape, completely surrounding Eregia Island.

A small landing craft was lowered from the flagship, carrying a dozen or so sailors toward the shore.

As the landing craft approached the shore, a dozen or so naval soldiers jumped out and quickly established a perimeter.

Immediately afterwards, two figures slowly stepped off the landing craft.

A tall, blind man with short black hair, holding a cane and a knife, slowly approached.

Fujitora smiled.

The other was also tall, with slightly messy dark green curly hair, wearing sunglasses, a cigarette in his mouth, and shirtless. He had a tattoo of "Shikawa Shinju" on his left side, suggesting a sad past with a woman.

But vines and branches were wrapped around him, and with each step he took, several tender green plants would sprout from the stone slabs beneath his feet.

Green cattle are grazing.

The two admirals have arrived.

Fujitora stepped ashore and immediately frowned.

His Observation Haki revealed tens of thousands of life forms, even and steady, all fast asleep, showing no sign of waking up.

Huang Mu also noticed this strange situation. He walked up to a man lying on the ground and kicked him.

no response.

It kicked it again.

Still no response.

"died?"

Huang Mu frowned.

"No, he's still alive."

Fujitora said in a deep voice, "He's just asleep."

He raised his head and looked blindly toward the stage in the distance.

There are two people there.

One is Uta, and the other is... the Straw Hat crew's pet?

Fujitora's brows furrowed even more.

His intuition told him that it was no ordinary pet. What pirate crew's pet could have a bounty of 1 billion Berries on its head from the World Government?

Two generals, accompanied by their naval officers, walked through the crowd toward the stage.

The road was filled with sleeping people, some lying down, some sitting, so densely packed that there was almost no place to put their feet. The sailors had to carefully squeeze through the gaps, afraid of stepping on them.

When they finally reached the front of the stage, they saw Uta standing there, and Nika standing next to him with his arms crossed and a look of amusement on his face.

Fujitora spoke first, “Miss Uta, I am an Admiral of the Marine Headquarters.” Fujitora smiled, “This is Green Bull Aramaki.”

Uta glanced at them, took a bite of her mushroom, and said, "Navy, are you here to hear me sing too?"

Fujitora was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "Miss Uta, I have heard of your abilities. The Song-Song Fruit can pull those who hear your songs into the mental world you create."

He paused, then said, "Please wake these people up."

Uta tilted her head. "Why?"

"Because they are all innocent civilians, they have no obligation to become victims of your power."

"Sacrificial victim?"

Uta's smile held a hint of mockery. "I'm saving them. The outside world is full of war, suffering, and despair. You think pirates brought that to them? No, you righteous marines have a greater responsibility. They not only have to fear pirates, but they also have to keep their distance from you marines, and there are the Celestial Dragons who need them to pay taxes..."

But in my world, they can live happily ever after, without worries or pain. Isn't that wonderful?

She opened her arms wide and said passionately, "I just want to create a perfect world."

Fujitora opened his mouth, and the justice cloak behind him moved automatically without any wind.

Araki, who was listening from the side, was getting a little impatient. He raised his hand to interrupt their conversation, "Alright, alright, Fujitora, why bother talking to her so much?"

He stepped forward, staring at Uta. "Hey, little girl, I don't care about your perfect world or imperfect world. Wake these people up right now and come with us. That's an order."

Uta glanced at him, and then—

She smiled softly.

"Order?"

She tilted her head and said calmly, "What I hate most is being ordered around. Why should I listen to people like you?"

Huang Mu narrowed his eyes. "So there's no room for negotiation?"

The vines on his body began to wriggle, and thick branches sprouted from his feet, waving in the air and making a whistling sound as they cut through the wind.

Huang Mu sneered, "Little girl, I advise you to be obedient."

"Hey Navy, is your intelligence really that outdated?"

A voice interrupted him.

Huang Mu was taken aback and turned to look to the side.

It's that little thing.

Nika glanced at Uta. "This girl is now Totemjika's true form. Try touching her! If you kill her, those who are asleep will never wake up again."

Huang Mu paused in his movements.

Fujitora also frowned.

They genuinely didn't know this information.

"and,"

Nika's smile widened. "Even if you don't touch her, do you think you can stop her? This island is full of sleeping people right now. If she wants to sing a song, what can you do?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Uta moved.

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

"Ah~"

It was just a simple syllable, but the sound was extremely penetrating, instantly creating visible ripples in the air.

"not good!"

Fujitora's expression changed, and almost instantly he drew his cane sword from behind his back. As the sword was drawn, a purple beam of gravity spread out, attempting to block out the sound.

But it didn't work.

Sound is invisible; gravity can suppress objects, but it cannot suppress sound.

Huang Mu also realized what was happening. He waved his hands, and countless vines shot out from his body, weaving together to form an impenetrable barrier in front of him and the surrounding soldiers.

It was useless.

Almost simultaneously, as if remembering something, the two of them took out a small earring from their pockets and quickly put it on their ears.

earphone.

Vegapunk's specially designed noise-isolating headphones.

There are counter-relationships between abilities. For the Song-Song Fruit, the ability to block out sound is a counter to Uta.

Uta's singing continued, but it could no longer reach their ears.

However, the power of the Song-Song Fruit is not limited to that; the next second, something strange happened.

Those who were asleep stirred.

The first to move was a young girl near the stage. She still had her eyes closed and remained asleep, but her body seemed to be controlled by something. She slowly stood up, turned around, and then pounced on the nearest naval soldier.

"what?!"

Before the soldier could react, the girl grabbed him and then precisely ripped the earphones off his ears.

"not good!"

The soldiers nearby tried to rush over to help, but it was too late.

But the soldier whose headphones were ripped off stiffened, his eyes began to glaze over, and a happy smile, just like the other sleepers, gradually appeared on his face. Then he became Uta's henchman.

Fell asleep.

They've been taken into custody.

All of this happened so fast that the surrounding soldiers didn't even have time to react.

Then, the second, the third, the fourth... more and more sleepers stood up, as if controlled by invisible threads, and rushed towards the navy.