I guarded Impel Down for a hundred years in the pirate world.

Lingling puffed out her cheeks, caught in a dilemma.

"What an adorable little girl." Suddenly, a voice of praise came from outside the shop, and a shadow enveloped Lingling, who was standing by the door.

Lingling looked up in surprise.

Outside the door stood a round, plump old man, over five meters tall, with a kind and gentle face, thick white eyebrows slightly curved, and a smile on his face as he looked at Lingling.

"What a tall grandpa!" Lingling's attention shifted, and she couldn't help but sigh, as she grew older, there were fewer and fewer people she needed to look up to.

The fat old man chuckled, "Little girl, you'll be taller than me someday. How old are you?"

"Ten years old."

"That's wonderful. My granddaughter was just as cute as you when she was little," the fat old man said, looking at Figo. "Could you please grill a ton of meat for me?"

Figo looked at him and smiled: "Not that many. Our store has a limited supply. Each person can have a maximum of 100 catties of meat, and you are not allowed to take it away."

The fat old man pouted like a child.

"How stingy! Can't you make an exception this time? At my age, every meal I eat is one less I can afford."

"No, that's too much trouble. It's good enough to have food," Figo said. "How about we play a game first, an escape game? If you win, it's free."

The fat old man glanced at the handcuffs on his wrists and chuckled, "I don't want to court death. You're too stingy, Gaston Figo. Don't you even want to treat me to a hundred pounds of meat?"

"Why would you choose my shop when there are so many others on the street if you don't want to court death?" Figo said.

The fat old man's expression suddenly turned melancholy: "Perhaps... I'm really a bit bored with life. It doesn't matter anymore. There's not much I can talk to, but you're one of them. Of course, this little girl is also really likable, so cute."

"Huh?" Lingling looked around: "Does Grandpa Fatty know Grandpa Figo?"

The plump old man looked down at her, smiled kindly, and said, "Yes, little girl."

Figo then turned around and said, "Lingling, please invite Grandpa Fatty inside and sit down. I'll go grill some meat."

Chapter 71 The King of Gluttony

Short-legged Ba Jin, wearing an apron, bustled around tidying up tables and chairs and providing tableware. His eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, kept glancing at the fat old man that Lingling had brought in, feeling that the guy looked somewhat familiar.

The fat old man sat on the chair with difficulty, like a mountain of flesh. He smiled gently at her and then said to Lingling, "Little girl, why are you on a diet? Doesn't Figo feed you?"

"No." Lingling remembered her hunger and frowned. "I love desserts the most. I'm worried that if I eat too much today, I won't be able to eat much at the dessert feast tomorrow. Grandpa Figo's roast meat is so delicious."

"Really? What a coincidence! I love desserts too, and so does my granddaughter."

"Really?" Lingling asked happily, "How old is Grandpa Fatty's granddaughter? Didn't she come? Can she play with Lingling?"

"I'm 17, and I'll always be 17."

The fat old man shook his head and sighed, "She can't come. She was a disobedient child who insisted on becoming a pirate. No matter how we tried to persuade her, she wouldn't listen. In the end, she died at sea. It was a shipwreck. There's nothing we can do."

"Dead? Dead?" Lingling opened her mouth in surprise: "...I'm sorry, Grandpa Fatty."

“It’s alright, it’s been over ten years. Not only her, but my son also perished at sea. He lived for 90 years, and in the end, he didn’t even have a single relative by his side. Why do they all have to go to sea and become pirates? Really.” He smiled and said, “I guess I’ve come to terms with it.”

"How pitiful." Lingling cupped the child in her hands, her face full of heartache: "Isn't Grandpa Fatty a pirate?"

"It used to be."

"Huh? Why? Doesn't Grandpa Fatty hate pirates?" Lingling asked, puzzled.

"Because there's no other way." The fat old man sighed again. "I was born in a poor country. We didn't have the money to pay the Celestial Dragons the Heavenly Gold, so there was no Navy branch stationed there, and no army unit was formed. The country became a paradise for pirates, and thus it became poorer and poorer."

My parents were ordinary people, yet they gave birth to a child like me. I ate way too much! When I was six, they simply couldn't afford to feed me anymore, so they had to abandon me.

Lingling was stunned; this seemed to be her.

Her parents were ordinary people, yet they gave birth to a child like her. The only difference was that her parents sent her to Grandpa Peslow's house instead of abandoning her, so she still had relatives.

"I don't hate them, not at all. It's better for one person to starve to death than for three to starve to death."

The fat old man said, "But the instinct for survival kept me alive. Garbage, tree bark, even soil—all of them were food for survival!"

"The soil doesn't taste good." Lingling had tried it.

"Yes, it didn't taste good." The fat old man nodded. "But who cares about the taste when it's a matter of survival? Huge amounts of dirt were stuffed into your mouth, swelling in your stomach as if it were going to burst your belly and shatter your soul! Even now, thinking back on that pain still makes me tremble with fear!"

Lingling also trembled.

"I'm sorry, did I scare you, young lady?" The fat old man said apologetically. "I knew we looked alike the moment I saw you. The difference is that you are luckier than me. I can tell that Gaston Figo treats you quite well."

"Yes, Grandpa Figo is doing well."

Figo walked over carrying the meat, its skin roasted to a golden brown and crispy, and said, "I didn't know how well-done you liked it, so I took the liberty of leaving it medium-rare."

He put the meat down, patted Lingling's head (who was drooling again), and pulled out a chair to sit down.

The fat old man took a light sniff of the meat's aroma, squinted his eyes, clasped his hands together, and his face glowed with health.

"It smells delicious, little girl, don't hold back, have some with me," he said to Lingling.

"Is...is it okay?"

Lingling looked at him, then at Figo.

Figo tilted his head back to gesture for her to do as she pleased, while the fat old man picked up the knife and fork from the plate and neatly cut the large piece of meat in half, giving one half to Lingling.

"Alright, I'll start eating!"

The two spoke in unison.

The sounds of Amam swallowing and chewing filled the air; the two moved in sync, their movements perfectly coordinated.

Ba Jin gave Figo a few winks, as if to say, "Hey, someone's trying to steal Lingling again, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Figo just smiled.

The meter-long and wide chunk of meat quickly disappeared into the stomachs of the old man and the child. Lingling had a happy smile on her face, but the fat old man suddenly choked up with sobs.

Gradually, she broke down in tears!

"Hey, Grandpa Fatty, what's wrong? Didn't Grandpa Figo's roast meat taste good?"

"It feels so good to be able to eat delicious food."

The fat old man was in tears: "Every time I eat delicious food, I am moved from the bottom of my heart."

"I don't want to be a pirate either!"

"But I'm hungry! I'm so terrified of being hungry!"

“After wandering for several months, I met a group of children like me. I thought I had found companions, but they wanted to...eat me.”

"Eat...eat you?"

"Although I was always starving, I never lost weight. I still had meat on me." The fat old man patted his belly. "I didn't want to be eaten, so I had to kill them all. That's when I discovered how strong I was. I could smash a child to pieces with one slap, leaving them on the verge of death! As they waited to die, they looked at me like I was a devil!"

I almost really turned into a monster myself. At that moment, I thought, "If they want to eat me, why can't I eat them?" This thought terrified me, and I ended up running away like a madman!

"Later, I went to sea and became a pirate because I was afraid I would actually eat people. I really wanted to have a full meal! I had never been full before, and I was so afraid of being hungry! So afraid of being hungry!"

"I'm scared..."

He wiped away his tears, deeply moved.

Lingling stared at him blankly.

Figo gently stroked her head, not interrupting the fat old man's recollection and weeping.

The fat old man paused for a moment, then forced a smile again: "Things got better later. After I turned 15, no one dared to let me go hungry anymore. Anyone who dared to stop me from eating was killed by me..."

I ate until I was very full at every meal!

After a person is full, they have even more desires; I want to eat even more delicious food. From the West Blue to the Grand Line and the New World, I've tasted almost all the world's cuisines. Just like the barbecue I'm eating today, some of the wine and some of the meat still leave a lasting impression decades later.

He licked his lips, revealing a dreamy expression, and then sighed again: "But I don't know why, my son and granddaughter, who could have enough to eat and could eat whatever they wanted, all wanted to become pirates like me, and as a result, they all died."

My subordinates only felt fear towards me, no affection. Now that I'm old, I'm all alone; perhaps that's karma.

He looked at Figo and asked, "But all I wanted was to have a full meal, what did I do wrong?"

“Nothing is wrong,” Figo replied.

"Hahaha." The fat old man burst into laughter, causing the tables, chairs, and windows in the barbecue restaurant to shake. "25 years ago, the earthquake in Mary Geoise and the abdication of the Five Elders, after much thought, I could only conclude that it was related to you, who had faded from everyone's sight since then. I always thought you died on that day, but I never expected to see you here."

I'm so glad you had the patience to listen to this dying man's ramblings about the past. Well then, thank you for your hospitality, see you tomorrow for the dessert feast?

He smiled, his eyes crinkling: "My lovely little Lingling, see you tomorrow too?"

"Goodbye, Grandpa Fatty!"

Lingling waved goodbye, automatically ignoring what she didn't understand, but Ba Jin was different.

What holy site?

What? The Five Elders are stepping down?

Are these two having an attack?

Wait, why does this old man look like...?

She watched the fat old man's retreating figure, a look of horror gradually spreading across her face... No way?!

Hidden in the shadows, the little tiger Terry frowned as he recalled, and soon his expression changed drastically.

"It's him?! The king of the previous era, the King of Gluttony, who has been in seclusion for 15 years and whose whereabouts are unknown, why is he here?! Is he still alive?!"

Chapter Seventy-Two: Gathering and Loss of Control

Mary Geoise.

The Five Elders held another meeting.

Neil Borro Saint's face was grave: "I have good news and bad news. The good news is that the previous generation of the Twin Seas, the Gluttonous King Mathus Galulin, who had been retired for 15 years, suddenly appeared in Pleasure Street and encountered Figo."

The other four looked at him indifferently.

He paused for a moment, then continued, "The bad news is that the two didn't have a conflict. Figo even treated him to a piece of barbecue, and they had a peaceful conversation."

Raiola remained silent for a moment, then pulled out a chair and left, thinking, "Do whatever you want."

The other four people looked at each other, shook their heads, and dispersed.

But the next morning, Neil Borough Saint called another meeting with the four of them: "I have some good news and some bad news..."

Well, I don't know if it's good news or bad news. The Rocks Pirates haven't reached the entertainment district yet, but they've arrived nearby. However, the remaining four of the Six Kings somehow got wind of this and arrived in the entertainment district before Rocks!

Moreover, it seems their alliance negotiations are complete. The four powerful pirate crews have merged into one!