One Piece: Groudon the Beasts

Chapter 187 The Slave's Past
Beast Fortress, construction site.

Inside the pergola.

Goode sipped his tea, glancing with considerable displeasure at the woman sitting opposite him. Even though she was in shackles, the woman continued to eat his tea and snacks at a leisurely pace.

It's so beautiful—but it's so infuriating!
This woman started doing things half-heartedly on her very first day at work.

Goode slammed his fist on the table: "Ms. Hancock, you're a prisoner now. Can you cooperate and finish your work before you rest?"

"What a rude man, making me do such menial work."

Hancock snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry, my job is done."

"finished?"

Good was a little confused.

The woman sat across from him all day, drinking tea and eating breakfast, and even took away his fresh newspaper.

It's quite pleasing to the eye, but when did they start working?
"Lady Hancock!"

The antelopes ran over, their faces full of infatuation and flattery: "We've done all your work for you!"

"Go down."

Hancock didn't even look up.

"Wow, even the aloof Lady Hancock is so beautiful!"

The antelopes and their companions returned to their posts reluctantly, turning back every few steps, but their eyes remained fixed on Hancock.

Not just the antelopes, but all the other workers were the same.

Goode's face darkened.

These good-for-nothing bastards!

He realized he had made a mistake; this woman was a complete nuisance on the construction site, not only refusing to work but also severely impacting the efficiency of the other workers.

"Chikara, take her to the ship and let her do the cleaning!"

"Yes, Lord Goode."

Chika couldn't help but chuckle.

She rarely saw Goode with a headache.

so cute!

Chikara faced Hancock, bowed gracefully, and smiled as she invited, "Hancock, please come with me."

"Ah."

Hancock stood up triumphantly, forcefully raising her chin, almost gazing up at the sky, just short of pointing a finger at the ground.

Clearly, she was expressing that she had won.

Although I don't know what the winner is.

Good was speechless.

This woman should be made to clean toilets; that would deflate her arrogance.

Good shook his head and flipped through the newspaper.

"There's been no movement from the navy."

The Navy was monitoring him, and he was also keeping an eye on the Navy's movements. Several days passed, but the Navy didn't react at all.

His abilities have been exposed; it was only a matter of time. There's no way to hide it now, and the world government can't remain indifferent.

If the Navy wants to fight them in the New World, it would either have to deploy forces on par with those used in the Marineford War, or the Celestial Dragons would have to personally intervene.

However, it seems that the world government has no intention of starting a war.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Goode thought about it for a long time, but he was still not at ease.

"No, I have to go and have my fortune told!"

Port, Groudon.

The pirates are all on the island; there's not a single person on the ship.

Chikara took out a mop, towels, and other cleaning tools, stuffed them into Hancock's arms, and gave her earnest instructions.

"Sister Hancock, cleaning is a very important thing, you must take it seriously, I'm not going to help you!"

But people don't like it—

"No buts!"

Chikara remained unmoved, interrupting Hancock's attempts to charm and be cute; she had a deep-seated obsession with cleaning.

This is the only reason she can stay by Lord Goode's side!

"No dinner until the work is finished!"

"."

Hancock's forehead veins were bulging!
She's a queen!
However, seeing how diligently Chikara was cleaning the room, he couldn't help but recall the past, and ultimately swallowed his scolding words.

Perhaps because they had similar experiences, the woman picked up the mop and cleaned the house with Chikara, though she was very reluctant.

Half an hour later. "Click!"

Hancock, exhausted and with a sore back, angrily broke the mop in two.

Why should I, the king, have to clean?!
Hankku poured himself a glass of wine, sat down on the sofa, and unceremoniously spread his legs wide: "Chikara, how did you leave the Holy Land?"

"Me? I was expelled."

Chika looked somber.

"Expulsion?"

Hancock was somewhat taken aback.

In her memory, the only fate of slaves was death; she had never heard of any slave being banished to the lower realms.

Knowing that Chikara didn't want to recall it, she still couldn't help but press her for details.

"why?"

"Because I am the child born of my mother and a Celestial Dragon."

Chikara was feeling down. She had a natural trust in Hancock, and she could only confide these innermost thoughts to Hancock, who was also a slave.

Although she was an illegitimate child, her experiences from the time she was old enough to understand were no different from those of a slave. From a young age, her mother taught her to clean and to follow aristocratic etiquette in order to please her "father".

Faced with her "father's" increasingly disgusted gaze and violent beatings and scoldings, she could only endure it silently, not even daring to cry.

In fact, the Celestial Dragons do not allow illegitimate children to exist, considering them a defilement of the divine bloodline, and they must be eliminated once discovered.

If it weren't for the "father" feeling some inappropriate pity for the mother, she would have been disposed of long ago.

Ultimately, she and her mother were secretly sent out of the holy land, but helpless and alone, they fell into the hands of human traffickers once again.

After several changes of ownership, her mother died of illness, and she was sent to the slave arena on Champion Island to become a gladiator.

Hancock gripped her glass tightly.

Born in the Holy Land, she was enslaved from a young age, and she knew all too well how tragic her past was.

The Celestial Dragons don't treat them like human beings at all.

Every night, she would think of being locked in a bloodstained iron cage, being treated like a pet with her sisters.

"sorry."

"It's nothing, Hancock."

Chika smiled broadly.

"I am very happy with my life now!"

"."

Hancock felt a pang of sympathy.

For slaves, even the slightest kindness is incredibly precious; it is their only motivation to survive.

She was the same way back then.

Hancock smiled like an older sister and picked up a rag: "Chikara, you teach me how to clean, and I'll teach you how to fight, okay?"

"Eh? Is it really okay?"

Chika was pleasantly surprised.

She was too weak; she couldn't do anything well except housework. Even in battle, she always ended things in a daze, and afterwards she couldn't remember what had happened at all.

She wants to become stronger to help Lord Goode.

"Sure, I really like you!"

Hancock smiled and wiped her eyes.

ten minutes later.

"Crack!"

The woman violently broke the mop in half again!
"Why should I, the king, have to do housework?!"

"It's all that rude man's fault!"

"I will never let him get away with this!"

At this moment, there is no wind.

The warship sailed within the doldrums.

On the deck, the marines nervously looked around, fearing that the sea kings would suddenly appear and that the warship's cannons would be completely ineffective against them.

If it weren't for Vice Admiral Momonga and the Seven Warlords of the Sea escorting them along the way, the warships would have long since become food for the Sea Kings.

The marines looked at the burly giant sitting under the mast and swallowed hard.

One of the Seven Warlords of the Sea!

Bartholomew the Great Bear, the "Tyrant"!
"Here we are!"

Lieutenant General Squirrel gazed at the fortress faintly visible at the edge of the horizon, then turned to face Big Bear and said in a deep voice, "Next, all you need to do is deliver those two esteemed guests to the island ahead, and your mission will be complete, Big Bear."

"easy."

The bear closed the Bible.

(End of this chapter)