“Mamamama…”

  “Papa—”

  “Mom…”

  “Mommy Linlin!”

  “Aunt Gerd!”

  “Aunt Helen!”

  “Auhys!”

  “Aunt Tsuru!”

  …

  Before long, the massive Atntis came gliding through the sky.

  Whether it was the kids on the isnd or the little ones on the airborne fortress, they were all in a noisy uproar.

  Tsuru, Linlin, Helen, Nef, Lillian, Gerd, Tethys, Shimotsuki Furiko, and the other women

  all disembarked.

  “It’s lively as ever!”

  “Thunder Camity” Cyril Oka stood with arms folded, speaking with a grin.

  As a member of the Bueers race, he had once willingly served as a ing sample for Pacifista-like experiments. Thanks to the sce department’s efforts, the hideous scars on his body had all disappeared, and his appearance was restored.

  Some years earlier, he and a female member of the Dream Home group had tied the knot, f a happy family. The couple now had three adorable children.

  All the high-ranking officers had beed greatly from the health supplements developed by the Fallen Angel Pirates. Although he was already over fifty years old, he looked about forty at most.

  With his power at its peak, he had long since been awarded a solid-g. Over the past few years, he hadn’t shown any signs of aging, and he had even used his war merits to secure a g for his wife as well.

  Moreover, his three children could grow up healthy and happy in the Kingdom of Totto Land, without stantly w about exposure of their Bueers heritage and subsequent pursuit aermination by the Wover. They also didn’t have to suffer like he once did, forced into svery by the Celestial Dragons, enduring endless humiliation before narrowly esg with his life.

  In the past, Cyril Oka never dared to dream of the life he led now. Therefore, he would defend it all—even at the cost of his life.

  “Indeed,” said Fire Camity Afar, breaking into a smile.

  Looking at the numerous members of the Kukulkan family present, he felt a surge of emotion. Who would have thought the Lunarian race would ever thrive so bountifully? Even he himself now had two children.

  His eldest son, Abel, was already nine and showing remarkable potential, perhaps destio surpass him one day. His younger daughter, Lilith, had just turned six; in her infancy, she had even gohrough some “Lineage Factor,” which made her special.

  “Muhahaha~ What a bunch of lively little ones!”

  Shouldering a crimson scythe, the captivating Wind Camity Irma Irene licked her lips, gently caressing her fwless face as she said with a ugh, “I feel like having a baby myself, just for fun!”

  “If you want a kid, that’s easy enough—just piy man you like,” joked Quinn, the Ant King. Ugly in appearance, with antennae growing from his head, he resembled a monster.

  His entire body was jet-bd imposing, with a fleshy carapa his back. He radiated a stifling sense of menace.

  “Hah! I wouldn’t even look at any of you stinking men… But if it were El-sama, I might sider it!” Irene’s gaze heated up as she looked in El’s dire. Then she spread her hands helplessly. “But I’m worried Linlin would kill me on the spot!”

  Being a “Bloodborne” brought clear bes, such as letting her—well into her ies—maintain the physique and vitality of a woman iwenties or thirties, youth preserved. And now that the Fallen Angel Pirates had mastered the use of “pure gold,” there might even be a ce fenuine immortality iure.

  But the price was that her life remained firmly in Charlotte Linlin’s hands. One flicker of Linlin’s displeasure, and Irene could be wiped out in an instant.

  “Hmph, as I recall, you’re nearly as old as that old dy Dr. Kureha, right?” joked Francis Bangi of the Longarm Tribe, his toeasing. “At ye, you haven’t gohrough menopause yet?”

  He was tall, a suit, hair slicked back. Though a bit fierce-looking, with a handlebar mustache, he appeared to be about fifty-something. On his hands he wore multiple gs, one of which bore the Fallen Angel Pirates’ emblem—much like the one Cyril Oka wore.

  Clearly, as a core officer of the Fallen Angel Pirates—someone older whose power had reached its zenith—he had gotten a pure-g years ago, just like Cyril Oka.

  “What was that you said, Francis Bangi?”

  Wind Camity Irene narrowed her eyes. Danger gleamed in them as she smiled and asked, “I didn’t quite hear you.”

  “Tsk—”

  In an instant, her form blurred, attag like a phantom. But the swinging scythe was blocked by an invisible barrier.

  “Creak… creak…”

  Within the hemispherical shield, Francis Bangi pressed his hands together in a “lucky charm” gesture. Cag, he said, “Sorry, but I have absolute defense!”

  Thanks to his Barrier-Barrier Fruit powers, he ractically guaranteed a “win by default” among the Eight Vajra. Of course, much of that was due to his own solid abilities, bined with years of diligent observation haki training and Barrier-Barrier Fruit development, allowing him to fully realize its “absolute defense.”

  Apart from El-sama and Charlotte Linliwo unfathomably powerful, monstrous naturals—not even Wind Camity, who possessed the Mythical Zoan Kamaitachi Form Fruit and moved like a ghost, could reliably crush him before he activated his ability.

  Though he couldn’t beat any of the other Camities, the Eight Vajra, or even the higher-ranked members of the Seventy-Two Pilrs, none of them could beat him either.

  “Your turtle shell really is tough!”

  Looking at Francis Bangi’s self-satisfied expression, Wind Camity Ireemple veins pulsed in annoyance. She gritted her teeth.

  If not for that stroke of luck—El-sama bestowing the Barrier-Barrier Fruit upon him—his strength wouldn’t eveer in her eyes. He would have been kicked out of the Eight Vajra long ago. But she had to admit that luck e of strength, too.

  “All right, you two—stop messing around…”

  A silky-red gleam of blood flickered.

  Linlin’s tall figure appeared before them in an instant.

  Looking at Irma Irehat infamous “she-devil,” Linlin giggled, “Given how hard you’ve worked all these years, tributing greatly to the Kingdom of Totto Land, if you really want El-onii to give you a child, I’m fih it!”

  “Think of it as a reward, mamamama!”

  After all, another woman at El’s side wouldn’t ge a thing. One more or one less made no difference. She herself was indisputably the “main wife” of the Totto Land Kingdom; no one could shake that status. There was no point iing jealous, since she could never “out-jealous” all the other women.

  If it would tie this Wind Camity to them wholeheartedly—and even produce a gifted child for the Kukulkan family—then why not?

  “You said it, Linlin!”

  Irma Irene’s eyes lit up at once, clearly intrigued.

  “Of course…”

  Bleam