Chapter 37
Collecting her was definitely the plan.
Arlong just hadn't figured out how yet.
No way he'd be a simp—this lifetime or any other.
"Big Bro Arlong, hungry?"
As Arlong eyed Miss Valentine, Carmen focused on the prey he'd brought.
She already had recipes: charcoal-grilled otter, ginseng eagle soup.
The two pretending-to-be-unconscious animals felt butcher's killing intent (°Д°) and jumped up, each clinging to one of Arlong's legs.
"Carmen, these aren't food."
Arlong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Carmen was obsessed—anything alive became ingredients.
The bald eagle and otter nodded frantically.
Carmen looked disappointed.
"Kuroobi, watch these two."
Arlong ordered.
The duo were intel experts—useful to keep.
At worst, scouts. The eagle's vision covered dozens of kilometers—avoided plenty of trouble.
After instructions and warnings—with Carmen helping scare them—they became very obedient.
Arlong believed once Crocodile was defeated, they'd submit willingly.
"Getting late—everyone rest!"
Arlong sent the crew to bed.
Nojiko looked back every three steps—Nami finally dragged her away.
Like a life-or-death parting.
Bartolomeo stayed—he planned to recruit the small fry.
Whiskey Peak was all bounty hunters—no real underground power, just a few cats.
During the fight, he respected Miss Monday's loyalty.
Arlong didn't interfere—he'd said he wouldn't.
Only step in if unsolvable.
"Big Bro Arlong, I'll get to work."
Permission granted, Bartolomeo eagerly went door-kicking, waking townsfolk to treat the wounded.
Arlong untied Miss Valentine and asked,
"What's your name?"
"Mikita."
Miss Valentine answered honestly.
Terrified—unsure of her fate.
"Yeah."
Seeing no lie, Arlong nodded.
He stood. "Interested in joining the Arlong Pirates?"
Mikita froze mid-umbrella pickup.
After a pause, she grabbed it.
Mikita was tall—over 180 cm with shoes. Long legs, great figure.
Cool and cute big sis.
Top-tier looks—in another anime, protagonist level.
Pity in One Piece she was side character.
"Captain Arlong, I'm Baroque Works. Switching sides makes me a traitor?"
Mikita asked cautiously.
"Leaving aside everything—can you trust my loyalty?"
She didn't rate Arlong's strength high.
Arlong Pirates were old but only recently famous.
Overall power couldn't match Baroque Works.
Betraying meant hunted.
Public or private—she couldn't join.
Arlong didn't care. Direct:
"Be my woman!"
Pirate—no need to mince words.
???
Mikita froze.
Didn't fishmen hate humans?
Why would Arlong mate with one—for revenge?
But…
Those three women earlier looked fine—no signs of abuse.
Seeing Mikita silent,
Arlong continued. "No rush. Decide after I beat Crocodile.
I'm sure you hate being chained by the company."
From novels and shows in his past life, agents and assassins dreamed of retirement.
Mikita likely the same.
In the anime, after Baroque Works fell, she joined no one—proof enough.
"Damn system…"
Arlong cursed inwardly.
Simple matter—why complicate it?
System ˉ\(ツ)/ˉ
Mikita looked up, stunned.
Their boss was a Warlord.
81 million bounty pre-Warlord, sure—but strength wasn't just that.
Logia Sand-Sand Fruit—nearly invincible in desert.
Arlong was a fishman—strongest in water.
Perfectly countered…
Arlong didn't explain. He'd show her.
"If Captain Arlong can beat the boss—being your woman is nothing! Yahahaha~"
Mikita laughed boldly.
She truly hated her current life—tried escaping multiple times but lacked courage.
"Your laugh suits you. You're destined to be mine."
"Skwahahaha."
Two beauties in one go—happy day.
"Right."
Arlong recalled Robin would appear. He stopped laughing.
"You have Nico Robin's Den Den Mushi?"
Seeing Mikita confused, he gave the codename.
Miss All Sunday.
"Huh! The Devil Child is Baroque Works' vice president!"
Mikita was shocked o(?Д?)っ!.
Then said she had no contact.
Baroque Works used one-way lines—lower agents couldn't call up.
What's meant to come will come—Arlong didn't dwell.
…
"Lord Arlong, don't leave me."
Vivi woke from a nightmare—no Arlong. Panic.
She dressed quickly and went to the living room—Igaram still snoring on the floor.
Forgot about him—guilt hit Vivi.
"Igaram…"
She called—no response.
She decided to test her fruit.
When Arlong returned with Mikita, he saw a doll version of Igaram.
Vivi sat crying on the floor.
She just wanted to wake him—not turn him inhuman.
Unfamiliar with the fruit, she didn't know how to reverse it.
"Lord Arlong, save Igaram."
Seeing Arlong, Vivi rushed into his arms.
"No rush—just wash it off with water."
Arlong patted her back.
Mikita watched Vivi cling—more surprise than sarcasm.
Thought princesses were noble—still trading body for favors.
Pouring basin after basin on Igaram—he visibly inflated.
He woke too.
Instinctively: "Princess Vivi, run!"
Fully awake—saw Arlong and tensed.
Slept with the princess's master—Arlong let Igaram off.
Had Mikita explain her purpose.
"I got an elimination mission days ago—kill Princess Vivi and you."
Mikita didn't hide—pulled Vivi's photo, background Alabasta's palace.
Vivi now thought Arlong's intel came from Mikita.
Nefertari Vivi Affection +2 +2
Igaram fully trusted Arlong—knelt.
"Please, Lord Arlong—save Princess Vivi. Save Alabasta."
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