When the Golden Lion, Shiki, noticed the massive baboon mimicking his every move, his interest was piqued. He grinned wildly, eager to see just how much of his power this creature could replicate.
The baboon leader swung its twin swords in a flurry of rapid strikes. Waves of golden sword energy blasted forth—an imitation of Shiki's signature technique: Slicing Valley (Senkiri Valley).
"Well done!" Shiki laughed. "Didn't expect you to be the one launching those slashes. I gotta admit—you've got talent!"
Shiki retaliated instantly, unleashing his true Slicing Valley, obliterating the copied sword waves with overwhelming force.
"Gurarara~ Brother Brook, these human imitators are something else," Whitebeard commented, watching the fierce exchange. "I daresay they're stronger than the beasts on O-Kan Island—and far more promising if trained properly!"
Whitebeard's assessment was spot on. These baboons were incredible imitators, capable of mimicking advanced techniques. If they could be tamed, the Hell Pirates could mass-produce mid- to high-tier fighters.
"Why do you think I'm here?" Brook replied, arms crossed. "These imitators are my target. If I can bring their leader under control, the rest will likely follow."
Brook observed as the clash intensified. The baboon leader was undeniably talented, but imitation had its limits. When faced with a superior opponent, mimicry alone wasn't enough.
True enough, the baboon leader's standard blades shattered against Shiki's legendary weapons, Kugarashi and Oto, both wrapped in the advanced power of Ryuo Haki. The tide turned instantly.
The watching baboons howled in disbelief as their seemingly invincible leader crumbled before their eyes.
"Jiahahaha! You guys wanna come with us?" Shiki shouted. "You'll meet warriors even stronger than me!"
The baboon leader roared back, flailing his arms in wild gestures, clearly trying to communicate. But lacking human language, he was only met with Shiki's confused expression.
"Uju! Get down there and translate!" Brook ordered.
(TL: This Is the green parrot idk his name if you know please leave a comment)
Moments later, the Hell Pirates' top interpreter landed between them. With Wuzhu's help, the message became clear: the baboon leader wished for the entire Baboon Forest to be relocated—under the condition that Shiki and Brook take his people with them.
And so it was done.
The Baboon Forest was transplanted to a remote region of Melvi Island. As a gesture of respect, Shiki gifted the baboon leader two alloy swords—stronger than the ones he had shattered—and began recruiting the imitators into his aerial fleet.
Brook also sent out a scouting crew to check Kuraigana Island for any remaining loot, but as expected, the former kingdom had been thoroughly ransacked.
Wasting no time, they departed from the Island. The Grand Line journey was a stealth mission—one that left the New World temporarily undefended. Brook knew it was risky.
Luckily, the World Economic News Agency was now under Brook's control. Their position wouldn't appear in the news, and the Peace Dove newspaper seldom ventured into the New World anyway.
With the Wind-Wind Fruit in their hands, their speed was unmatched. Even if they were discovered, retreating would be swift.
Their next destination: The Boin Archipelago.
The final stop after that would be Carnival Island, the so-called Island of Life and Death. If they were discovered too early, they'd abandon the plan and rush back to defend their turf—waiting for the next chance to explore.
For now, Vegapunk had more than enough to study: the ES Murder Drug, the IQ Evolution Serum, Lunarian Lightning Storage Devices, Artificial Devil Fruits, Cyborg Blueprints, and even the ancient weapon, Pluton.
But Brook knew this was a tall order. Even with Dr. Kutu from O'Hara introducing top scholars to assist, Vegapunk was still stretched thin.
"Let's just take it slow. He'll figure it out eventually," Brook muttered.
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The Boin Archipelago weren't islands in the traditional sense. They were actually enormous, floating carnivorous plants—each the size of a real island. Locals had given them an ominous nickname: Baron of the Belly.
These living islands produced bizarre food plants that lured animals and Sea Kings alike. But it was a deadly trap. Hidden among them were killer plants, and once enough creatures had gathered, the entire island would fold its leafy terrain inward—feeding them into its monstrous maw.
As Melvi Island neared the Boeing region, three Barons of the Stomach appeared—one colossal and two medium-sized giants.
(TL: Melvi Island is where Chiroptera lives)
"Brother Brook," Shiki called out, "My Float-Float Fruit can't levitate living beings. I can only float myself or inorganic matter."
"No worries," Brook said, smiling beneath his afro. "I don't want the whole island. I just want samples—some killer plants, some food plants."
He was fascinated by these food plants. The idea of breadfruit, roast meat leaves, or dumpling vines growing naturally was something he had to study. He was determined to plant them back home.
Still, the Baraon of the Belly were far too massive to relocate. Without Shiki's Devil Fruit being able to lift them, Brook's plan to "island-nap" them was off the table.
"Captain Brook, do you think these Baraon of the Belly have seeds—or maybe young plants nearby?" Shakky asked, eyeing the strange flora.
Brook's eyes lit up like a treasure chest full of berries. "Brilliant! Why didn't I think of that?!"
He immediately dispatched Tom and Tiger—the Hell Pirates' top Fishmen—to scour the seabed surrounding the Boin Archipelago in search of younger versions or seeds.
Their dive paid off.
They located four young plants rooted in the deep sea. Though massive, two of the smaller ones were successfully uprooted and hauled aboard by Tom and Tiger. The other two, still submerged but towering hundreds of meters, were left behind for now.
"Not bad at all," Brook grinned. "We'll plant these near the Island of Doragonzo. If they grow, they'll become our very own Hell Islands."
How long they'd take to mature was anyone's guess—but the potential was there.
With their haul secured—plants, seeds, and exotic specimens—Melvi Island once again slipped away, now headed toward its most mysterious destination yet: Carnival Island.
This island was rumored to produce Leafmen—plant-based lifeforms that carried memories and powers of the original person.
A plant that could clone people with their original strength? Even mythical Zoans paled in comparison.
It was a tale too wild to believe… and exactly the kind of madness the Hell Pirates lived for.
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Melvi Island soared through the skies, propelled by the powers of the Hell Pirates. At its center, nestled in Trans Town, the golden ship rested. On the eastern edge, a seawater lake cradled two young trees—each thirty to forty meters tall—awaiting their role in Brook's future paradise.
Down south, within the newly transplanted Baboon Forest, the baboon leader was challenging the Golden Lion Shiki once again, fiercely determined to learn his legendary techniques.
Brook sat atop the somersault cloud Hera, overlooking the Chiropterans. These bat-winged humanoids had regained the ability to fly, and under Brook's guidance, a new leader had emerged—a bold youth named Unchūkun, handpicked and named by Brook himself.
This young Chiropteran had begun to use IQ Plants to produce primary Evolution Agents, sharing them with powerful youths in his tribe. With every dose, more young warriors learned to fly. In the process, the older Chiropterans were gently pushed out of leadership, ushering in an era of youthful command.
Brook didn't stop this power shift. On the contrary, he encouraged it. He wanted to see if Unchūkun could turn the Chiropterans into a formidable air force—an elite corps soaring at his command.
"Brother Brook! These food plants are absolutely divine!! I'm gonna plant them all over Cake Island!" Charlotte Linlin beamed with joy, chewing on pastry-shaped grapes.
It was her first time seeing plants that grew actual gourmet food—pies, candies, pastries—all sprouting naturally. To Big Mom, this was heaven. And perhaps… the future.
"If we could transform an entire island into a land of food, it would become a paradise for chefs, tourists, and food-loving warriors alike," she mused aloud. "It could rival All Blue, the chefs' ultimate dream!"
Brook grinned. "Then let's build it. After Cake Island, land of racial harmony, and O'Hara, the isle of scholars—let's create the third Sky City… a paradise of food!"
He envisioned more than just food. A floating utopia encompassing clothing, shelter, transportation, entertainment, science, education, and combat—a self-sustaining kingdom in the sky. A new beacon for the world.
"This is the dream. A world where anyone who steps foot here becomes part of our nation."
"That's brilliant!" cheered Shakky.
"I call dibs on a Sniper's Sanctuary!" Hiruba barked, throwing his hand up. "A holy land for all marksmen!"
"Then I'll build a Shipwright's Haven in the New World!" declared Tom, the fishman boatwright.
"Tom! Just build your ships at Hell Island. Don't hog Sky City real estate!" Hiruba retorted, clearly protective of his own vision.
"In that case," said Shakky, raising an eyebrow, "I'll petition the old man from Visalia to help me set up a second Weather Science Island here in the New World. It'll be a paradise for navigators!"
Brook chuckled as his crew erupted into excited chatter, each one dreaming of their own floating haven. But as captain, he needed to think beyond dreams—toward logistics.
"The most vital industries in this world are military technology, economics, higher education, transportation, and food," Brook said. "Sky City must host sanctuaries for these sectors. Only then can we attract talent from across the seas."
With the Wind-Wind Fruit and the golden ship, the Hell Pirates had the means to travel anywhere—to Four Seas, the Grand Line, even hidden islands—recruiting people without interference from the Marines or World Government.
Then an idea struck Brook.
"There are two Devil Fruits perfect for this… the Target-Target Fruit and the Paw-Paw Fruit. One can lock onto anyone in the world. The other can bounce people across continents. Together, they can pick up recruits or eliminate enemies—just like the twin emissaries of justice and vengeance!"
To make it happen, he sent Uju, the Fortress Fruit user, along with intelligence from More Thomas, their newspaper spy. Any promising new name mentioned in the news was instantly marked.
"All the talents in the world… are mine for the taking," Brook whispered, his eyes gleaming.
He saw it clearly now: a bold future where his ideas, innovations, and ambitions would close the 800-year gap between him and the World Government.
But such dreams remained distant. After all, Brook had yet to even unite the New World, and standing in his way was the monstrous Rocks D. Xebec,
Still, as he listened to his crew dreaming of sanctuaries—shipwrights, gunners, weather science—he smiled gently.
"Those are all great ideas," Brook said. "But everything hinges on how many islands Shiki can float. The Golden Lion's power is our foundation."
He glanced up. The Island floated roughly 10,000 meters above sea level. But between 7,000 and 9,000 meters was a dangerous band of sky—thin air, freezing temperatures. Not ideal for cities.
"Maybe we can place Winter Islands there," Brook thought aloud, "shelters for animals or resources adapted to harsh climates."
If Shiki could float dozens of islands, they could become dozens of floating castles—each a beacon in the sky. But that meant Shiki's life was directly tied to the survival of the entire fleet.
"Look what happened to Dressrosa," Brook muttered, frowning. "Sugar fainted, and the whole empire collapsed."
He refused to let history repeat itself. He would strictly control the number of floating islands and establish backup plans.
"If Shiki goes down in battle… the entire Hell Pirates' structure could crumble."
Brook resolved to drill discipline into Shiki. The old lion was powerful, but also proud—and reckless. If he charged into the wrong duel and got knocked out cold, their floating cities would plummet like shooting stars.
It was time to rethink the layout.
"Sky City can't just stack vertically. We need a staggered structure—no overlaps, no collisions with the Eighteen Hell Islands," Brook decided. "And they can't be too high. If disaster strikes, we need to minimize the damage."
He rubbed his chin.
"Should I assign a life-guard to Shiki? Maybe even someone with an awakening-level Devil Fruit? Shiki is more important than Redfield or even Whitebeard right now…"
Indeed, Shiki the Golden Lion was no longer just a legendary pirate—he was the literal foundation beneath Brook's ambitions.
A single misstep, and everything could come crashing down.
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