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“Good morning, lamp. Good morning, potted plant. Good morning, toy snake. Good morning, carpet. Good morning, wardrobe. Good morning, sink. Good morning, toilet… Good morning, everyone.”
Every morning, Luffy greeted each item in the small room like this. Meanwhile, his mother, Hancock, would bring the washing supplies and sit nearby, expressionless. Luffy reminded her, “Today is my birthday. I’m five years old now…”
Hancock responded absentmindedly, “Yeah, I know.”
As Hancock read this part, she seemed to be in a daze.
What was happening? Who was this Luffy? And what did “Mother Hancock” mean? How did the protagonist, who was practically identical to her, suddenly become someone’s “mother”?
Did she miss something? Just a moment ago, the story was about some “man” asking the kind-hearted Hancock to help heal his pet snake.
Robin was carefully observing Hancock’s changing expressions from the side, while occasionally glancing over at Liam, who was still completely engrossed in playing with his ghost, oblivious to the brewing storm on this side.
With growing confusion, Hancock continued to read the story.
The new character, Luffy, really seemed to be the protagonist Hancock’s… child.
Wait, now that men are involved, maybe the protagonist could give birth to a male? But what would a male child be called? Hancock pondered, confused, as she kept reading. The book never specified whether the five-year-old Luffy was a daughter or something else. How annoying!
The story continued. From the perspective of the five-year-old Luffy, it described the current environment of the protagonist Hancock: a very small room, with no windows, only a small, high skylight that let in weak sunlight from several meters above, and a heavy iron door that was the only exit.
What was this? A prison? Hancock started feeling uneasy but continued reading anyway.
If she remembered correctly, the protagonist Hancock, who resembled her, wasn’t just beautiful but also powerful, just like her.
Even if it was a prison, she believed the protagonist could easily escape. Perhaps she was just biding her time for now.
As for this five-year-old Luffy, who knows what they really were — Hancock didn’t know much about the matter of men and women, so she just considered Luffy something like a pet, similar to Salome.
But the next part of the story hit Hancock like a shockwave.
“…Inside the cramped room, Hancock struggled to stretch her body, recalling the exercises and martial arts she used to practice back in her homeland. But after years of malnutrition, her stamina had severely deteriorated. Now, after just a simple workout, she was already feeling utterly exhausted, drenched in sweat, and breathing heavily. What chilled her to the bone was when she stopped and noticed that her five-year-old child Luffy had been mimicking her movements the entire time.”
“She could no longer complete her old training routines, not even the simplest ones.”
“What she just did was nothing but self-deception. Force-fed a Devil Fruit and shackled with a Seastone collar that suppressed its powers, she had been imprisoned in this windowless room for seven years. The memories of her former self, both her beauty and her strength, had grown so vague that she even wondered if they were just illusions. Perhaps this nightmare was the true reality.”
Hancock’s body grew cold as she read, trembling with rage.
What did this mean?! What was happening?
The protagonist Hancock was truly locked in a small room?
And on top of that, she was force-fed a Devil Fruit and bound by a collar that neutralized its power, leaving her unable to fight back?
Was she being kept as a pet?!
Moreover, due to years of malnutrition, the protagonist Hancock’s stamina had weakened so much that she could barely outperform a five-year-old child?!
Hancock was now extremely suspicious about the origins of this child, Luffy.
What happened between the time the man asked the protagonist to help his pet snake and the seven years of imprisonment that followed? What could have possibly happened to reduce the protagonist Hancock to this state?!
Hancock, torn between confusion and frustration, desperately wanted answers. She continued reading, despite her rising anger.
Robin quietly shifted her position to the side, silently hoping Hancock wouldn’t immerse herself too deeply into the story…
It was becoming clear…
The book, crafted by B.I.B. using his Shiro Shiro no Mi (Castle-Castle Fruit) powers, drew inspiration from Hancock’s own *Mary Sue*-esque story for its first half. But as for the second half, the core of the narrative took a dark turn, based on the film *Room*, starring the “Commander of Surprise.”
In the movie *Room*, the story is told from the perspective of the protagonist Joy’s son, Jack, with a touch of childlike innocence. The mother-son relationship in the film is deeply moving, with the mother supporting the child and the child saving the mother…
But Liam had altered everything.
He wasn’t aiming for any kind of “Best Adaptation” award. His goal was to **agitate** Hancock. If the mother-son bond was too warm and heartfelt, how could that work?
It had to be **cruel**! Dark and twisted!
So, he made drastic changes.
In his version, the protagonist Hancock harbored deep resentment and coldness toward her child, Luffy.
This child symbolized her nightmarish existence, constantly reminding her of the hellish life she was trapped in.
Hancock’s feelings toward Luffy were contradictory. While she didn’t want to harm the child, she also went out of her way to ignore and avoid them. Any interactions were minimal, and when they did happen, they were terse and cold.
For Luffy’s fifth birthday, he asked for a cake. Hancock was instantly reminded of the grand celebrations she had for her own birthdays in her homeland, and her mood took a nosedive. She spiraled into sobbing, shouting, and trashing the few belongings in the room while Luffy screamed in terror.
As Hancock read this part, she felt her heart clench. It wasn’t that the book was particularly well-written, but the story was **far too immersive** for her. Every word seemed to scream that the homeland Hancock longed for was her own Amazon Lily, and the family she missed so dearly were her two younger sisters.
“Quick, hide in the wardrobe! He’s coming.” Hancock shoved Luffy into the wardrobe, telling him to sleep there tonight. Luffy blinked, understanding who she meant. Every time the Celestial Dragons visited, he had to sleep in the wardrobe…
(End Of Chapter)
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