The Viltrumite flew over the sea, his red eyes fixed on the horizon. He had left Arlong's island behind, carrying with him the maps he had stolen from the pirate's office. Now, he was heading toward the Grand Line, determined to uncover more about this strange and fragmented world.
As he flew, something caught his attention. In the middle of the sea, there was a peculiar structure—a massive, imposing restaurant ship, designed to resemble a giant fish. The Viltrumite frowned, intrigued.
"A restaurant in the middle of the sea? What a peculiar idea..." he thought, deciding to investigate.
Before landing, however, he noticed something even more interesting—a fleet of pirate ships, their skull-emblazoned flags billowing in the wind. There were dozens of vessels. The Viltrumite smirked slightly at the sight.
"Such a large fleet... the leader must be strong. Perhaps it's worth meeting him."
But first, he decided to land at the restaurant. After all, he was curious to see what the food in this world was like.
The Viltrumite touched down on the deck of the Baratie, the famous floating restaurant of the East Blue. Customers and staff stopped what they were doing, staring at him with a mix of curiosity and fear. His yellow cape and glowing red eyes did not go unnoticed.
A waiter, trying to maintain his composure, approached him.
"Welcome to Baratie, sir. Would you like to take a seat? We can—"
Before the waiter could finish his sentence, the Viltrumite delivered a swift, precise punch. The impact was so powerful that the waiter's head exploded, spraying blood and bone fragments across the floor. His body collapsed heavily, and the restaurant fell into silence.
"Now," the Viltrumite said calmly, as if nothing had happened, "I want food. And I want it now."
From the kitchen, Zeff, the head chef and owner of Baratie, emerged, his face marked by fury. He looked at the waiter's corpse on the floor, then at the Viltrumite, his eyes burning with hatred.
"You... you damn monster! Who do you think you are, coming here and killing my waiter?!"
The Viltrumite gazed at Zeff with indifference.
"You must be the owner of this place. Prepare my food, or you'll be next."
Zeff didn't hesitate. He lunged forward, using his peg leg to deliver a powerful kick. But the Viltrumite simply caught Zeff's leg with one hand, as if snatching a toy.
"Weak," he murmured, before ripping off Zeff's other leg with a quick, brutal movement.
Zeff collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony. Sanji, who had been watching from a distance, ran to help his adoptive father, but the Viltrumite stopped him with a single glance.
"You... you're going to cook for me," he said, pointing at Sanji. "And if you try anything stupid, I'll kill him."
Sanji gritted his teeth, his hands trembling, but he obeyed. He returned to the kitchen, followed by the other chefs, all terrified. The Viltrumite sat at a table, ignoring the fearful and hateful stares around him.
The restaurant, once lively and filled with chatter, was now silent. The customers—pirates, marines, and nobles—dared not move. The floor was stained with blood, and the waiter's body remained where it had fallen.
Sanji and the cooks worked frantically, preparing the best food they could. When the dishes were served, the Viltrumite ate calmly, as if at an ordinary banquet. He showed no emotion, only a fleeting curiosity about the flavors of this world.
Meanwhile, Zeff lay on the floor, clutching the stump where his leg had once been. Sanji looked at him, feeling a mix of rage and helplessness. He knew he couldn't fight the Viltrumite—at least, not yet.
Then, the doors of Baratie burst open.
Don Krieg, the infamous pirate of the East Blue, entered with his crew. He wore his signature heavy armor, his face filled with arrogance.
"Old man Zeff! I came here to buy food for my fleet!" he shouted—before abruptly stopping.
His eyes locked onto the bloodstained floor, the waiter's corpse, and the Viltrumite, who continued eating as if nothing had happened.
Don Krieg glanced at Zeff, then at the Viltrumite.
"What the hell is going on here?" he asked, confused.
The Viltrumite finally looked up at Don Krieg, his glowing red eyes filled with interest.
"So, you're the leader of that fleet of ships?" he asked, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable threat.
Author's Notes: Hello, dear reader. I'm releasing five chapters at once so you can get a taste of the story. Think of them as five days of reading. Every week, I'll be publishing five more chapters to keep the adventure going. If you're enjoying it, don't forget to add the fanfic to your collection and show your support. Happy reading, and thank you.