I'm A Plunderer In The World Of One Piece. - Chapter 573 573: 573: The Illusion Beneath the Pink Dusk

The small boat was dragged onto the shore and secured firmly to a sturdy tree near the beach.

“Admiral Cero, are you certain you do not require an escort?”

Marine Lieutenant Love stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

Shirogai nodded with an easy smile.

“There is no need. I can handle it alone. Lieutenant Love, your duty is to guard the ship.”

“Yes, sir.”

Lieutenant Love responded solemnly.

Shirogai walked a few steps, then paused and glanced back.

“One more thing. Do not casually speak to the locals. It is very dangerous.”

“Very dangerous?”

The Marines exchanged confused looks.

Was this not the legendary island of women? A paradise filled only with beautiful girls? What possible danger could such an island hold?

Could the Admiral be warning them about impropriety between men and women?

Shirogai merely smiled faintly.

“You may pray for your own good fortune.”

With that, he turned and departed with calm confidence.

Dreams and nightmares often share the same face. Only when one steps closer does the truth reveal itself.

On the beach, Lieutenant Love gripped his rifle and cleared his throat.

“Since Admiral Cero warned us, remain vigilant. Do not wander off carelessly.”

The Marines nodded halfheartedly.

Then they froze.

From the pink forest ahead, more than a dozen lightly dressed figures began to emerge.

“So many girls…”

“They are stunning…”

Behind the trees, delicate faces peeked out shyly. Hairstyles of various colors framed charming expressions. Their eyes were timid, curious, inviting.

One Marine swallowed hard.

“Lieutenant Love, perhaps I should inquire about the name of this island.”

Lieutenant Love hesitated.

He knew this was not Amazon Lily. He had once sailed near that region and recognized the difference in location.

But the Admiral’s earlier words echoed in his mind.

It is very dangerous.

He glanced again at the ethereal figures swaying between the trees. Their silhouettes shimmered beneath the fading sunlight.

“Maintain your composure,” he finally said. “Do not frighten them. We are Marines.”

The warning softened into permission.

One Marine stepped forward, attempting a gentle tone.

“Ladies, please do not be afraid. We are Marines. We mean no harm.”

From behind a tree, a soft voice answered.

“You will not hurt us?”

A pale face peeked out, long lashes framing watery eyes filled with hesitation.

The Marine felt as though lightning had struck his heart.

“Of course not. Please come out. We will protect you.”

“Marine officer, come closer. I am frightened.”

His knees trembled at the tender address.

“I am coming. Do not fear.”

Without caution, he rushed toward the tree.

Then he saw her fully.

Her face resembled a distorted mask, neither clearly male nor female. Heavy features, exaggerated makeup, and beneath the pink dress, muscular legs covered in thick hair shifted with coquettish intent.

“Ah!”

His scream shattered the tranquil air.

“Oh officer, why are you shouting? Are you confessing to me? I adore strong men.”

Before he could retreat, he was dragged behind the tree. The bushes swayed violently.

The remaining Marines stared in confusion.

“What just happened?”

More figures appeared between the trees, waving shyly.

“I will investigate.”

“Allow me to correct that fool’s misconduct.”

One by one, the Marines hurried toward the forest, unable to resist the invitation.

Lieutenant Love frowned.

“You idiots…”

He tightened his grip on his weapon.

“I must discipline them.”

Yet even he found himself walking toward the forest.

Soon, only the sound of rustling bushes and distant shrieks echoed across the beach.

Elsewhere, free from the Marines, Nami and Pudding removed their veils and admired the island openly.

“This place is beautiful.”

Petals drifted through the air. The breeze carried a faint sweetness. Pink butterflies fluttered among flowering shrubs while birds sang in harmony.

The island felt warm, serene, almost dreamlike.

As the sun dipped lower, the pink glow softened into dusk. A faint chill settled over the land.

“Sanji ended up here?” Nami sighed. “Unbelievable.”

They lay briefly on the grass, watching petals scatter in the fading light.

Luffy, holding a round hood in his hands, tilted his head curiously.

“Huh? Someone is playing music on that hill.”

In the distance stood a small pavilion overlooking the grassland.

Soft piano notes drifted toward them.

Ding. Ding. Dang.

A young woman in a pure white dress sat with her back to them, fingers gliding over the keys of an old piano. Her long golden hair flowed down her back, shimmering in the final rays of sunlight.

The melody carried a quiet sorrow.

As they approached, her profile came into view.

She was undeniably beautiful. Delicate features, flawless skin, slender waist, and elegant posture. Her long brows curved slightly as though weighed down by unspoken longing.

Her fingers moved with grace and discipline, transforming her hidden emotions into music that floated across the open field.

Nami inhaled softly.

“She is breathtaking.”

The girl’s black eyes remained focused on the sheet music until Nami’s voice disturbed her concentration.

She turned suddenly.

Her gaze locked onto Nami.

“Miss Nami… am I dreaming?”

Her crimson lips parted in disbelief.

“If this is a dream, then please let me remain in this moment forever.”

The last traces of pink sunset reflected in her eyes as dusk fully descended.

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