I collect everything in the One Piece world.

"Speaking of which, Chopper, do you have any particular ideas about the medical room? Like, what kind of layout do you prefer? What special equipment do you need? Just let us know! We'll discuss it with the shipwright!"

"I...I..." Chopper hesitated for a moment, then became so excited he almost stammered, "I want a medical room where I can get sunlight! Sunlight is important for processing some medicines and for the patients' mood! I also need clean water, a stable worktable, and enough storage space for medicines and instruments..."

"The room... I'll keep it simple, but I'd like it to be close to the medical room so I can go there immediately if I have any inspiration tonight!"

He spoke at length, his eyes growing brighter as he spoke, as if he could already see his own seaside clinic.

"No problem! I've written it all down!" Mo Sen pulled out a small notebook from somewhere and began to write it down in a serious manner.

"Hmm, we could also consider adding a small sterile isolation room to deal with special injuries and illnesses. By the way, should we also get you a plant corner with a glass dome to grow some commonly used herbs? Fresh herbs are more effective, right?"

"W-Is it possible?!" Chopper's voice was filled with surprise and anticipation. "Great! Captain Morsen!"

Nami also came over, touching her chin, her big eyes darting around as she said, "Captain, I want a big bathroom where I can take a comfortable bath!"

“I want a library, and a coffee corner in the room,” Robin chimed in.

Bakara was still thinking: "Me... I want a huge wardrobe, no, a walk-in closet! I want to buy so many clothes, hahaha!"

"I want this too!" Nami quickly added.

"No problem! Anyone else have a dream? Speak up!" Mosen smiled happily as he watched his companions excitedly discussing the plans for the new ship.

The ship cut through the azure waves and sped toward Water Seven.

Chapter 132, The King Returns, The King of the Turtle

While Morsen and his crew were sailing towards Water Seven, at the King's Castle atop the snow-capped peaks of Drum Island...

The once luxurious palace belonging to King Valpo has now been completely transformed.

Most of the ostentatious decorations and facilities that showcased the tyrant's taste were cleared away and replaced by well-organized temporary medical stations and supply warehouses.

The air was no longer filled with the extravagance of fine wine and delicacies, but with a faint smell of disinfectant and the fragrance of paper and ink.

In the underground palace below, Wapol, who had gone through "countless hardships" to sneak back, stood at the door of his former treasure room, his obese body trembling violently with extreme anger and disbelief.

It's empty!

It's completely empty!

The treasure room he remembered was filled to the brim with gold, silver, jewelry, and antiques, leaving almost no room to move. Now it was completely empty!

Only traces of the treasures that once adorned the walls remained; not even a speck of gold dust was left on the ground! There were only some clearly categorized wooden crates and sacks containing ordinary supplies such as grain, cloth, and medicine, a stark and heartbreaking contrast to the magnificent treasure mountain he remembered.

"My...my treasure...my gold coins...my jewels...my crown!!" Wapol let out a shrill, distorted scream that echoed through the empty corridors of the palace.

"Robbers! Thieves! Damn invaders! And those damned traitors! How dare they... how dare they empty my treasure!!!"

His fat jiggled with rage. He whirled around and roared at Jess, one of his few trusted men, "Did you see that?! Jess! They stole it all! Everything! It's all mine! Mine!!"

Jess, his face also grim, uneasily echoed, "Yes, Your Majesty! They are utterly despicable! They are completely lawless!"

"However, things don't seem right now. None of those guys have shown up. I suspect they're lying in ambush somewhere. Just in case, we should leave quickly, Your Majesty!"

But at this moment, Wapol was blinded by rage and wouldn't listen to anything he said: "I'm going to capture them all! Hang them! No, cut off their hands and feet first, then throw them into an ice cave and freeze them into ice sculptures!"

He waved his short, thick arms wildly, spitting as he shouted, "That Morsen! And those revolutionaries in red! I'm going to eat them all! Turn them into my strength!!"

He was completely overwhelmed by anger and the pain of losing his wealth, and even ignored the unusual quiet in the palace.

He only wanted to take everything back immediately and punish all those who dared to offend his "royal dignity"!

"Croaglimon! Where is Croaglimon?! Quickly summon my guards! I need..." Wapol habitually called out the name of his trusted confidant.

“Your Majesty, something seems amiss…” Jess suddenly heard faint footsteps outside and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

"No? What's wrong with it! This is my palace! My castle!" Wapol's stupidity was laid bare in his extreme anger.

"Come! Follow me to the main hall! I want to sit on my throne and then order those lowly people to return what they stole tenfold, no, a hundredfold!!"

He stormed off like an enraged boar toward the throne room, and Jess had no choice but to follow.

However, when they pushed open the doors to the throne room, they were not greeted by the same empty scene they had just witnessed.

Dozens of people dressed in uniform stood quietly on both sides of the hall, holding flintlock pistols and with sharp eyes, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

The woman at the head of the group leaned against a pillar in the center of the hall. She was wearing a bold, deep red trench coat, had short purple hair, wore goggles pushed up to her forehead, and had a thin cigarette dangling from her mouth. It was Bello Betty.

“Oh, isn’t this our esteemed ‘former’ king, His Majesty Valpo?” Belo Betty straightened up, her mocking voice echoing clearly in the hall.

"What, you've had enough of wandering outside, and you're finally willing to come 'home' for a visit?"

Wapol's initial rage was instantly extinguished by the sight before him; his fat face drained of color, and his small eyes darted around in terror.

The people around him were clearly well-trained and far superior to his former kingdom's guards.

"Who...who are you?! How dare you trespass into my palace! Guards! Where are the guards?!"

“Guards?” Belo Betty scoffed and snapped her fingers.

The former Drum Kingdom guards, who had been stationed throughout the palace and had been initially reformed by the Revolutionary Army, emerged from the side doors and corridors, completely surrounding Wapol and Jess. Cromarimon was also captured by them, and his face was now swollen like a pig's head.

At this moment, their eyes no longer held the fear and flattery of the past, but only vigilance and a kind of anger towards class enemies.

Dalton stepped out from the crowd, holding a long steel sword, and looked at Wahlbo with a complex but firm gaze: "Walbo, you are no longer the king."

"The people of the Drum Kingdom no longer need a ruler like you. Give up the resistance!"

"Dor-Dorton? Even you betrayed me?!" Walpo was shocked and angry, but even more so, he was terrified.

He finally realized that the situation was a million times worse than he had imagined!

His palace, his castle, and even his kingdom have been completely transformed in the few days since he fled!

“Betrayal?” Belo Betty sneered. “It was you who betrayed them, Wapol!”

"What right does a king who abandons his country and his people, and only thinks of escaping in times of crisis, have to demand loyalty from others?"

“Now, in the name of the Revolutionary Army and the Provisional Management Committee of the New Order on Drum Island, I hereby formally arrest you, Walpo.”

"Your crimes are tyranny, dereliction of duty, treason, and... well, a lot of things. You'll find out when you get to court."

"No! You can't arrest me! I am the king! I am the king of a member state recognized by the World Government!" Wapol screamed, trying to intimidate people with his identity despite his bluster.

"This is a rebellion! The World Government will not let you get away with this!"

"The World Government?" Belo Betty flicked her cigarette ash, her smile growing even colder. "We'll see when they have time to deal with this. Make your move!"

Before he finished speaking, the surrounding revolutionary soldiers and militia immediately tightened their encirclement and approached with weapons.

"Damn it! I'll fight you to the death!" In desperation, Wapol's survival instinct kicked in. He opened his mouth wide and activated his Gluttony Fruit ability, attempting to devour and merge with anyone or any weapon that came near him.

However, Belo Betty was already prepared and simply waved her hand.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Several specially made large nets descended from the sky, with heavy lead weights hanging on them, precisely covering Wapol.

At the same time, several warriors wielding long-handled forks and shields rushed in from the flank, disrupting his movements.

Although Wapol could devour, he was unable to withstand the targeted attack for a while. Jayce was even worse off, and was pinned to the ground with almost no resistance.

"Ahhh! Let me go!" Wapol struggled in the net, trying to swallow the ropes, but more restraints followed.

Ultimately, under overwhelming pressure, the former king barely made a ripple before being bound like a dumpling and taken away with his loyal confidants, imprisoned directly in the dungeon beneath the castle.

Chapter 133, The Five Elders of Mary Geoise, Spandam's Mission

The Holy Land of Mary Geoise, Pangaea.

The air here seems to be frozen with a heavy and ancient majesty.

Spandam followed closely behind an expressionless servant as they walked down a vast, gleaming marble corridor that reflected their image.

He felt his heart pounding in his chest, and his palms were already soaked with cold sweat.

The Five Elders... the highest authorities of the World Government, five great figures who have stood at the pinnacle of the world and held power for over eight hundred years!

They actually summoned him, a CP9 officer, by his own name! What an "honor," and what pressure!

Before coming, he even made a special phone call to his father, former CP9 chief Spandam.

On the other end of the phone, Spandam's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement and a warning: "Spandam, my son! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! A moment for the family's glory to shine once more!"

"Don't be nervous. No matter what the five adults ask you to do, no matter how difficult or unbelievable the task is, you must accept it without hesitation and then do your best and use any means necessary to complete it!"

"Just like back then, it was precisely because I oversaw the destruction of Ohara that I gained the favor of the five lords, thus establishing our family's position within the CP Organization!"

"Now, a new opportunity is before you! If you complete this mission successfully, even after I retire, you will possess unparalleled wealth and influence within the World Government!"

His father's teachings kept echoing in his mind, and the closer he got to the gate that symbolized the core of world power, the more Spandam's fear outweighed his excitement.

Lost in thought, the servant stopped in front of a heavy door, bowed slightly, and gestured for him to enter.

Spandam took a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly beating heart, and straightened his impeccably tailored suit, but the trembling of his fingertips still betrayed his intense excitement.

The door slid open silently, and an even more oppressive sense of pressure washed over us.

He walked with somewhat stiff steps into the large, dimly lit but magnificent circular hall.

In the center of the hall, around a huge round conference table, five figures sat or stood, each with a different posture, but without exception, they all exuded a suffocating aura of authority that came from long-held positions of power.

Their gazes fell on Spandam, calm, profound, and indifferent, as if they were examining a tool or an insignificant ant.

Spandam felt his knees buckle, and almost instinctively, he collapsed to his knees with a thud, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold, smooth ground. His voice trembled noticeably from extreme tension:

"Your subordinate, CP9 Commander Spandam, has been summoned! Paying respects to the five lords!"

The room was completely silent, with only his heavy breathing sounding particularly clear in the empty space.

He lay prone on the ground, too afraid to move, cold sweat trickling down his forehead and dripping onto the floor.

A moment later, a somewhat aged but powerful voice rang out; it was the God of Scientific Defense, Jaigolusia Satan Saint.

"Stand up and speak." Satan's voice was devoid of emotion.

"Yes, yes!" Spandam was relieved and hurriedly got up from the ground, but still kept a deep bow and dared not look directly at the five adults in front of him.

"How's the progress on the Hades blueprints and the pursuit of Nico Robin?" Satan Saint got straight to the point, without a single unnecessary word.

Spandam's heart tightened, and he quickly revealed everything he knew: "Reporting to you, my lord! Regarding the Hades blueprints, I have followed orders and dispatched my most elite agents to fully infiltrate the Carrera Corporation in Water Seven."

"Currently, President Iceberg's secretary, Kalifa, and several key shipwrights are all our people."

"The exact location of the blueprints is being confirmed quickly. Once it is located, we can immediately launch a raid to ensure that everything goes smoothly!"