For every 100 PS = 1 bonus chapter
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On Amazon Lily.
Hancock was beaming as she stared at the official certification title granted by TikTok: "Official Certification in the Field of Beauty!"
A hint of surprise flickered in her eyes, and she stole a glance at Ron. Her pretty face instantly turned redder.
This was an official title, personally bestowed by Ron. Could this be… a secret proposal?
Oh my ~♡
So nervous… Should I accept?
Just then, Ron handed Hancock a list with several names written on it.
She took the paper and furrowed her delicate brows. Glancing at Ron, she asked, "Ron-sama, I haven't heard of any of these women. And this Exquisite Culture Media you mentioned… will it really work?"
"Of course it will. The Kuja Pirates will eventually become history. Right now is the perfect time to transition. You can make money just by shooting videos every day."
Ron looked at Hancock and her sisters, who were listening intently, and patiently explained.
"You've got the highest follower count right now. You're already the top blogger in this space. If you take the lead, others will follow. Instead of everyone working separately, why not bring them together, form a company, and make money together?"
Hancock nodded thoughtfully. She didn't understand the full picture, but if Ron said it, it had to be right. She just needed to follow his lead.
With that, she smiled brightly, stepped forward, and clung to Ron's arm.
"Then this Empress will follow Ron-sama's wise guidance ♡~"
Sandersonia glanced at the paper and began reading the names aloud. As she continued, her expression gradually turned serious.
These names… were no joke.
"Rebecca, granddaughter of the former King of Dressrosa. Vivi, Princess of Alabasta. Shirahoshi, Princess of Fish-Man Island. Uta, daughter of Emperor Shanks…" Her voice trailed off.
Marigold was just as stunned. These weren't random nobodies—they were princesses and royalty. Especially Shanks' daughter? Was that even real?
If all of them were brought together under one roof…
That would be a force beyond terrifying.
"Ron-sama, with so many people… where do we even start?" Marigold asked in disbelief.
Ron thought for a moment. "Let fate decide. Search for their TikTok accounts. If they have one, it'll be easier to reach out."
"Ah! Why didn't I think of that?" Marigold slapped her forehead. "I must be too busy lately! I'll start looking now!"
…
Dressrosa.
At the edge of the city, a small wooden cabin stood alone, surrounded by overgrown weeds. The sunset bathed the land in orange, casting long shadows over the door.
Rebecca was training hard, swinging her sword again and again. Her figure was lean and sharp under the fading light. Sweat poured down her face, dripping onto the dry earth.
"Rebecca, imagine the enemy before you is the one who overthrew our country. Swing with purpose. Let your sword carry your beliefs!" said the Toy Soldier, standing nearby and offering patient instruction.
Though he had been turned into a toy—erasing all memories of him from people's minds—the gentle fire in his eyes remained.
Rebecca didn't know the soldier was actually Kyros. And Kyros had no intention of ever revealing it.
After a powerful swing, Rebecca collapsed to her knees, panting. Her sweat-drenched face turned toward the soldier, her voice tinged with doubt. "Mr. Soldier, with my strength… can I really enter the coliseum again?"
She was deeply dissatisfied with herself.
How could someone like her restore a kingdom?
"Rebecca…"
Toy Soldier's expression darkened. He lowered his head. His heart ached as he looked at his daughter, unable to call her that, unable to reveal the truth. It was like a blade twisting in his chest.
But there was no other choice.
He had lost his freedom the day he became a toy.
As royalty, this was her burden, her destiny.
"That's enough training for today. Go rest," Toy Soldier said gently. "Here's your phone, but don't stay up too late. Strength is still the foundation of everything."
Rebecca nodded as she took the phone.
Toy Soldier turned and walked away without looking back. If she chose to give up, he wouldn't blame her.
The only one to blame… was himself.
…
Rebecca stretched and rolled her shoulders, then plopped down at the table. She opened TikTok.
The first video to pop up was.
Wapol getting savagely beaten.
"Hey! I'm the king of Drum Kingdom! How dare you treat me like this?! You'll regret this!" Wapol shouted in the video. His face was bruised and swollen, yet he kept threatening his captors.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of blows followed, each one making him yelp louder.
"You bastards, I'll swallow you!"
He turned to use his Devil Fruit powers—but was promptly punched in the face. The Armament Haki-laced strike knocked out one of his molars.
"OW!! That hurts!! My tooth! My freakin' tooth!!"
"Damn it, fine! I'm convinced! Stop hitting me, please!"
The beatdown lasted over ten minutes. The video had been fast-forwarded to spare the viewers.
Rebecca watched wide-eyed. A king getting beaten like that? Was that even possible?
Then the videographer's voice came in:
"Chat, this is what happens to tyrants. If your king acts like this, let him know the Revolutionary Army is watching. Leave a comment below, and we'll pay him a visit!"
"If you don't want to reveal yourself, just follow my TikTok and send me a private message. I'll keep posting videos of this guy until he reforms. If he doesn't, I'll beat him every single time I see him!"
The video ended, but Rebecca's heart wouldn't calm.
The light in her eyes grew brighter.
She immediately followed the TikTok account—Revolutionary Army: Lindeberg—and explained her situation.
But after a long wait… no reply.
"Maybe even the Revolutionary Army thinks my situation is too complicated." Rebecca sighed. A flicker of sadness crossed her eyes.
She cleaned up, then sat at her desk. She propped her phone up on a small box and began recording.
"Hi everyone, I'm Rebecca, a young swordswoman from Dressrosa. It's another day of sharing sword techniques~" she said with a warm smile, her eyes shining.
Despite her country's dire state, she always tried to stay positive, hoping her joy could lift others too.
She talked about the moves she'd practiced that day, her struggles, and little bits of her daily life. Her voice was soft and comforting, like chatting with an old friend.
After recording, she did a quick edit and posted the video.
This had become her routine.
She didn't care about money. What mattered was the recognition from strangers who encouraged her, cheered her on, and reminded her to keep going.
That recognition meant everything to her.
Soon, the comments poured in:
"Wow! Gorgeous swordswoman, and she's so skilled!"
"Rebecca-sama! I've been waiting for your update! Keep it up!"
"My little Becca, you look a bit sad today. Go live! Big bro Sanji will send gifts!"
Rebecca replied to each one with a heart emoji. Thank you, everyone~
Just as she was about to close the app and do a few more sword drills…
Ding!
A new message appeared.
She tapped it casually—then froze.
It was a verified account. One she instantly recognized:
Amazon Lily – Empress Boa Hancock.
[Boa Hancock liked and saved your video. She also followed you!]
A super influencer?!
Rebecca almost dropped her phone. What was happening?!
Why would someone like her follow someone like me?!
Just as she sat frozen, another notification popped up—this time, a private message.
From Boa Hancock herself.
> "Hello, Rebecca. I am Boa Hancock, also the recruitment manager of Exquisite Culture Media.
I wonder if you'd be willing to join our company and grow together?"
(To be continued.)