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  Ihe room, Robin and Iceburg began a tense versation. Iceburg’s voice was weak but mustered up all the vi as he began to speak about the weight of history he knew wrong. He spoke of the a ons, mentioning Pluton by name, a ship capable of mass destru. His words were filled with the heavy knowledge that such power could never fall into the wrong hands. But the most dangerous thing in the world was a fident ignorant. Knowing wrong, yet having strong vi was lethal.

  Robin’s expression remaioic as Iceburg talked, though she knew he sidered her a threat to the world. His view was bd white—she was someone who shouldn’t even be allowed to live. To Iceburg, Robin represehe dangerous potential of a history, knowledge that could bring the world to its knees if wielded by the wrong person.

  Robin expined her perspective, her voice steady as she spoke of the true history that had been hidden for turies. She talked of the void tury, the lost era that the Wover had tried to erase from existence, and the aexts that spoke of a time before the current world order. She khat history held truths that could reshape the world, and that was why she had sought it out.

  But her words fell on deaf ears. Iceburg wasn’t ied iricacies of the past or the motivations that drove Robin. To him, the only thing that mattered was that she was a threat—a tig time bomb that could briation upon the world if left unchecked. The a on Pluton was just one piece of the puzzle, a symbol of the kind of destru that could be unleashed if the wrong people gained access to forbidden knowledge.

  The versation tinued, with Iceburg growing weaker as the minutes passed. He knew his time was running out, but his resolve didn’t waver. Even as blood seeped from his wounds, staining the sheets beh him, he maintaihat Robience was too dangerous. The world couldn’t afford to let her live.

  Robin listeo his words, knowing full well that Iceburg’s judgment was shaped by fear—a fear of the unknown, a fear of the power that history held. She didn’t argue with him, didn’t try to vince him otherwise. There was no point. Iceburg had already made up his mind about her, and nothing she said would ge that.

  In the adjat room, Paulie mao retrieve the blueprints from a hidden safe, thinking he kept them secure. But just as he clutched the papers, two masked men burst into the room. They moved swiftly. They didn’t give him a ce to react. In one fluid motion, the leader of the pair struck Paulie hard across the face, sending him sprawling to the ground.. The lead man grabbed the blueprints, sing them quickly. His eyes narrowed as he realized the truth.

  “These are fake,” he stated, his voice ft.

  The other masked man peered over his shoulder, firming the observation. They didn’t waste any time; Paulie was already incapacitated, bloodied and struggling to stay scious on the floor.

  Suddenly, the wall was struck by a force, and Luffy came crashing through, half of his body embedded in the wall. He wriggled, trying to free himself but only mao stay stuck, his legs kig outside the room.

  The masked men paused, watg the bizarre se unfold. Luffy, notig Paulie’s dition, asked "Rope guy, are you okay?"

  Paulie, bloodied and bruised, looked up weakly at Luffy’s sudden appearance. "Should you really worry about me?" he muttered, barely audible over the otion.

  The masked men turheir attention to Luffy. One of them quickly sized up the situatinizing the opportunity before them. "Are you here to take the bme? Perfect timing," he said, more to his parthan to Luffy.

  Without wasting a sed, they unched an atta Luffy, who finally mao free himself from the wall. But before Luffy could fully regain his bahey overpowered him, f him to the ground with thick iroraints. The same fate befell Paulie, who was already too weakeo resist. The two masked men moved with the efficy of seasoned operatives, pinning both Luffy and Paulie to the floor. Luffy struggled against the metal bindings, but they were to even for him.

  Satisfied that their targets were secure, the two masked mehe room, moving quickly through the building to rey the information about the fake blueprints. Their movements were effit, showing no wasted effort or hesitation as they regrouped with their rades in Iceburg's room.

  As they ehe group removed their masks, revealing their true identities to a shocked Iceburg. His eyes widened in disbelief as he reized the faces before him—Lucci, Kaku, Kalifa, and Blueno, all of whom had been w with him for years. The realization hit him hard, the betrayal cutting deep.

  "Lucci, Kaku, Kalifa and... Blueno..." His voice trembled with disbelief.

  Lucci's cold gaze locked onto Iceburg, devoid of any passion as he stepped forward, his presening over the injured man. There was no need for pleasantries anymore—Iceburg knew who they were and what they were after. Lucci's voice was as sharp as a bde, cutting straight to the point.

  "CP9's mission has always been clear," Lucci began. "The Wover wants the blueprints of Pluton, an a on capable of mass destru. The very existence of such a on is a threat to the bance of power in this world. You, Iceburg, have been holding onto those blueprints for years, knowing full well the sequences if they were to fall into the wrong hands."

  Iceburg's breath came in ragged gasps, the pain from his injuries making it difficult to focus. But he listened ily, knowing this was likely the st versation he would ever have.

  Lucci tinued, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed Iceburg's struggle. "You should have hahem over when we first approached you. Instead, you chose t this out, thinking you could protect the world by keeping them hidden. Perhaps if you had cooperated, you might have been able to keep your life. But now, it’s too te."

  Lucci’s words were merciless, eae driving the weight of the situation deeper into Iceburg's mind. There was no room fotiation or mercy. CP9 had been patient, biding their time as they ied themselves into Water 7, all with the sole purpose of acquiring the blueprints. And now, with the mission nearing its pletion, Lucci would make sure there were no loose ends.

  "Your mentor, Tom, was a legendary shipwright, known for his skill and iy," Lucci tinued, his tone ical. "But he khe dahat came with the knowledge he possessed. Before his death, he passed the blueprints to one of his apprentices—either you or Cutty Fm. But when Cutty Fm, in his idiocy, tried to stop the Sea Train on the day Tom was taken to Enies Lobby, he vanished from the world. That left only you."

  Iceburg's eyes flickered with pain and realization as he listened. He knew what was i—Lucci was leading up to something, a revetion that would seal his fate.

  "CP9 infiltrated Water 7, getting close to you, learning everything we could," Lucci said, his voice growing colder, if that were even possible. "But there was oail that me. Four years ago, a man no one had ever seen before came to Water 7, wanting to meet with you. He used the very same name... Cutty Fm."

  Lucci's gaze remained fixed on Iceburg as he tinued. "That name, Cutty Fm, didn't appear again after that day. We dismissed it, thinking it irrelevant. You didn’t even accept the meeting request, so it seemed insignifit at the time."

  He paused, letting his words sink in. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, each sed stretg out as Iceburg struggled to stay focused despite the pain wrag his body.

  "But," Lucci resumed, his tone sharpening, "ret developments have forced us to resider that enter. When we discovered the blueprints you provided were fakes, we revisited that day. It became clear that Cutty Fm, the man presumed dead, was her than the deli known as Franky."

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