The air buzzes with tension and neon light. The casino stretches endlessly—gold-trimmed walls, chandeliers shaped like sea kings, tables glittering with beri chips. A strange storm outside has trapped everyone here… and nobody seems able to leave.
Nami is already at the roulette table, stacks of chips before her, eyes gleaming.
“Whoever built this place clearly wants me to win. I can feel it.”
Sanji, beside her, is pouring champagne for her, swooning.
“My sweet Nami-swan, luck is clearly on your side! Allow me to—HEY, MOSS HEAD, DON’T TOUCH THE LADY’S CHIPS!”
Zoro (lost as usual) squints from across the room.
“How did I end up back at the entrance again…?”
Meanwhile, Luffy is standing on a blackjack table, holding a massive platter of food.
“THIS IS AMAZING! THEY JUST GIVE YOU MEAT FOR WINNING!!” Dealer: “That’s not… that’s not the rule, sir—”
Usopp and Chopper hide behind a slot machine, whispering.
“I think Doflamingo’s staring at us…” “He’s smiling, Usopp… what if he’s planning something?” “We act natural. Pretend we’re rich!”
Across the floor, Doflamingo leans back in a velvet chair, sunglasses glinting.
“Heh… looks like the world’s biggest jackpot landed right in one room. How deliciously ironic.”
At another table, Crocodile smokes leisurely, poker chips glinting like sand in his hand. Mihawk, silent beside him, sips wine—every glance from other gamblers makes them back off.
“I see the casino’s full of fools tonight,” Mihawk murmurs. “Fools are predictable,” Crocodile replies. “That’s why they lose.”
Over near the bar, Shanks and Whitebeard are laughing so loud it rattles the bottles.
“GURARARA! You never change, Red-Hair! Still drinking like a fish!” “Takes one to know one, old man!”
Marco, perched nearby, keeps a lazy eye on the crowd. Ace is at the slot machines, flames flickering in excitement.
“C’mon, triple sevens! I’ll split the winnings with Luffy! …Maybe.”
Law, sitting with Bepo, Shachi, Penguin, and Jean Bart, taps the table with a sigh.
“We’re trapped here. Whoever owns this casino… they planned it.” Bepo: “Captain, can I play the claw machine?” “No.” Shachi: “He’s gonna play the claw machine.”
Meanwhile, at a reserved section, Kizaru and Aokiji sit beside Sengoku and Garp, all pretending this is just a “friendly Marine inspection.”
Kizaru: “Ooh, what a troublesome place to get stuck, ne~?” Aokiji: half-asleep “Could be worse… at least the drinks are cold.” Garp: “I can’t believe my grandson’s dancing on the tables again!” Sengoku: “Don’t you dare blame that on me, Garp.”
Big Mom’s presence silences an entire hall. Her kids—Katakuri, Smoothie, Perospero—guard her table as she devours a cake tower.
“MAMA MAMA! If I can’t eat, I’ll destroy this casino!” Katakuri: “Mother, please refrain from property damage…”
Kaido, several floors up, has already challenged the bouncers to a drinking contest. The floor shakes every time he slams a barrel down.
“WHOEVER BEATS ME DRINK FOR DRINK RUNS THIS PLACE!!”
Buggy, meanwhile, is trying desperately to look important while sweating bullets at a poker table between Crocodile and Mihawk.
“Heh! You’re looking at one of the great emperors of the sea, fellas! Hahaha—don’t stare like that, Mihawk…”
Bon Clay is flamboyantly dancing onstage, surrounded by spotlights and applause.
“Darling~ if we’re stuck here, we might as well make it fabulous!”
Even Kuma, calm and silent, stands near the entrance like a statue—observing everything quietly.
And Robin, watching the chaos from a balcony with a soft smile:
“It’s strange, isn’t it? All these powerful people… and a single storm makes them prisoners of chance.”
Franky grins beside her.
“Heh! Maybe fate’s just SUPER unpredictable!”
Brook, strumming a jazzy tune onstage, bows dramatically.
“Yohohoho! At least if we’re trapped, the entertainment is to die for!”