Chapter 205

**Chapter 205: Ravaging Cake Island**

Roger appeared beside Linlin, his voice low and urgent.

"Linlin, isn't it time to end the misunderstandings between us? Our only enemy now is this **Black Dragon**!"

Linlin wasn't blind. The moment she saw Carl standing atop Oven's body, the **culprit** became clear. But apologizing to Roger? That was out of the question.

Instead, her face twisted into a snarl.

"Cut the crap! **Everyone, get him! Tear this Marine to pieces!**"

At her command, the **Big Mom Pirates** turned their fury on Carl, surrounding him from all sides.

But Carl remained calm.

With a single movement, **massive black wings** unfurled from his back, whipping up a fierce gust. A hurricane-like windstorm swept across the battlefield, sending the weaker pirates **flying** like leaves in a storm.

Then—

**Boom!**

A **blinding white light** burst from Carl's body, unleashing a devastating repulsive force. One wave of impact, and the battlefield was **littered with bodies**—dozens of pirates lying on the ground, blood dripping from their noses and mouths.

Only Linlin's **elite children** remained standing.

Despite being the **eldest son**, Perospero was only in his twenties—not yet in his prime. Against Carl, he and the others were **barely a challenge**.

Realizing how quickly her forces were falling, Linlin's **rage boiled over**.

"Perospero! Everyone—fall back!"

Withdrawing her sword, Linlin **charged** toward Carl herself, Roger following close behind.

Two **Emperor-level fighters** closing in—

Even **Carl** didn't take this lightly.

A **silver glow** enveloped his form as he entered his **Moon God state**. **Silver lightning** crackled from his fingertips—

**ZAP!**

Linlin blocked the bolts with her monstrous physique, shrugging off the attack. Roger lunged from behind her, slicing through the air with a **red sword slash**.

Carl deflected the blow—

But by then, Linlin and Roger were **already upon him**, bringing their swords down together.

**BOOM!**

Carl raised his sword to block, but the sheer force **collapsed the ground beneath him**. Haki crackled, streaking across the battlefield like bolts of lightning as the sky over **Cake Island** darkened.

Linlin roared.

"**THUNDER!**"

**Zeus** answered instantly, unleashing a massive **purple lightning bolt** at Carl.

But Carl **phased through the attack**, slipping past the lightning like a specter. Linlin and Roger **overextended**, thrown off balance for just a second—

And Carl **seized the opening**.

Leaping into the air, he extended his palm.

A **massive sphere of darkness** **engulfed** the two Emperors.

Carl **raised his arm**—and the sphere shot skyward, hovering ominously above.

"**Dark: Planetary Devastation!**"

A terrifying **gravitational pull** erupted from the black sphere.

The ground **shook**. Cracks **spread** across Cake Island.

Pirates screamed as their bodies were **ripped from the earth**, helpless against the force drawing them toward the sky.

Those who resisted were few—

**Bullet**, using his **Clank-Clank Fruit**, fused himself with the ground, sweat dripping down his face as he struggled.

**Shanks** stood firm, unfazed.

Meanwhile, **Buggy clung to him for dear life**.

Above, the swirling black sphere was now coated in **cake and cream**, torn from the island's sugary buildings. The air **reeked of sickly sweetness**.

Carl clenched his fist, intending to **crush** the sphere—

But this time, something **resisted**.

A sudden movement—

**Streusen.**

The long-absent **head chef** of the Big Mom Pirates **burst from the ground**, having used his **Cook-Cook Fruit** to **turn the battlefield into cream**, slipping **underground** to evade Carl's gravity.

Now, he lunged at Carl with his sword.

"**DIE!**"

**CLANG!**

Metal met flesh—**but did not cut**.

Streusen's eyes **widened in horror**.

His sword had struck Carl's **neck**—but hadn't even left a scratch.

"**H-How is this possible?!**"

Carl grabbed him by the throat.

A **dark vortex** appeared in his palm, twisting Streusen's body—

**CRACK.**

The chef's form bent at a grotesque angle, barely **conscious** as Carl prepared to finish him.

Then—

**BOOM!**

A **massive shockwave** erupted from above.

Carl **frowned**, releasing Streusen as he **vanished** in an instant.

**Two gigantic sword slashes** crashed down, splitting the battlefield.

Above—

Linlin and Roger, using the full extent of their **Conqueror's Haki**, had **broken free** from the black sphere.

They looked **battered**—especially Linlin.

Her pink dress was **torn**, revealing her **legs**—

Roger, wisely, chose **not to look**.

As they landed, Zeus carried the bleeding **Streusen** to Linlin's side.

She took in the **wreckage** of Cake Island—her chef's **broken** body—

And **SNAPPED.**

A **deafening scream** erupted from her lips, filled with the full force of her **Conqueror's Haki**.

For powerhouses like Carl and Roger, it was **nothing**—but for the rest—

It was **devastating**.

The remaining pirates, **exhausted and injured**, collapsed **instantly**.

Carl **frowned**. His ears **rang** from the sheer volume. Though the roar didn't harm him, it was **incredibly annoying**.

He was just about to **shut her up**—

But **Roger moved first**.

**BAM!**

A **solid punch** to Linlin's gut.

The scream **stopped**.

She doubled over, coughing up saliva, her fury **snuffed out** in an instant.

Her **eyes cleared**, her mind **regaining focus**.

Roger let out a slow **breath**, shaking his head.

He had no **desire** to fight alongside her.

To him, Linlin was a **ticking time bomb**—one that could **explode** at any moment.