The sea glistened under a golden sunrise, vast and endless, scattered with islands both known and forgotten. The Grand Line roared with its usual chaos—storms, monsters, and men with dreams bigger than the world itself. Amid the chaos, a name had begun to drift on the lips of pirates and marines alike...
❝Have you heard of this silver-haired woman? She has some kind of Devil Fruit to grow in size and flatten an entire pirate fleet just by a single stomp!❞
❝I did. I also heard some pirates enter her territory to capture, only they ended up missing...perhaps keeping them as pets or worse...❞
❝That's just a rumor, she’s a kind-hearted one! She helps villages, saves orphans, takes down evil pirates, all that stuff! However, if she loses her glasses...well, you'd better run.❞
Yes, Silvia ‘Silver’ Glados had become the newest sensation whispered across the Grand Sea—not for her ethereal silver hair that danced like moonlight in the wind, nor for her graceful demeanor and soft-spoken kindness. No, what sent ripples through both pirate crews and Marine ranks alike was the Devil Fruit she had consumed—the Saizu Saizu no Mi, the Size-Size Fruit.
This rare Paramecia-type fruit granted her the power to alter the size of herself, others, or even objects with a mere thought. With it, she could grow to a size rivaling islands or shrink a warship down to something that fit in the palm of her hand. It was a power that could shake the seas—or gently cradle them.
The World Government, however, was hesitant. There was no malice in her actions, no crimes on her record. By all reports, she was a pacifist, a sweetheart, a self-proclaimed “goody two shoes” with no interest in conquest or rebellion. So, for a time, she was left unbothered, merely observed.
That is, until the incident.
Sailing the skies at an utterly gargantuan height, her titanic sandal broke through the clouds, casting a continent-sized shadow over Marine Fortress G-14. Tremors rocked the island as her colossal footstep landed just beside the base—close enough to send officers scrambling and cannon towers toppling. The sea itself heaved, pushed back by the force of her presence.
From above, her voice rolled across the ocean like thunder from the heavens:
"Where are my glasses...?"
She stumbled, blindly feeling around below like a confused goddess wandering through a dollhouse.
The fortress was spared by inches, but the message was clear: this woman was a walking natural disaster—not because she wanted to be, but because she was simply... clumsy.
The bounty was issued that very week.
Since then, many pirates, greedy, arrogant, or just plain foolish, have sought to claim the fortune on her head. Yet none have succeeded. The moment they approached her, blades drawn and bravado in their throats, they’d find themselves snapped down to the size of insects with a flick of her manicured fingers.
She would gently lift one of them up with a curious smile, peer at them through her oversized glasses (if she’d found them, of course), and sigh.
"Now, now... is that any way to treat a lady?"
She would scold them like a disappointed schoolteacher, often while plucking their crewmates off her shoulder, hair, or sandals—only to shrink their ship and hand it back like a toy.
Nowadays, on the crescent‑shaped shore of Argent Atoll, an uncharted speck somewhere between Sabaody and the New World, Silvia, with the bounty of 320,000,000 B, relaxed beneath a parasol the size of a small sail on her beach chair with one hand cradled a chilled shell‑glass of coconut milk and the other idly twirled a page of Grand Blue Journeys, a travel digest she’d shrunk to pocket‑book proportions so it could be read one‑handed. Sunlight danced across her long silver hair, coaxing metallic glints from every strand. Her glasses caught the light as well, framing eyes so calm you might forget she could crush a galleon like a tin toy.
“Mmm...the sea’s so quiet today. I suppose no one’s foolish enough to bother me on my off-day...” She said softly.
She smiles serenely, unaware or perhaps perfectly aware of the silhouettes approaching from the sea.
"There she is! The Silver Goddess herself!" Captain “Hammerhead” Kurgan bellowed from the prow of the Iron Carp. Behind him, cannons shuddered as they took aim at the beach. “Chain her in Seastone and the World Government will double the reward!”
A deckhand swallowed. “But, C‑Captain, rumor says she keeps anyone who dares invade her island without permission will be kept as pets...”
“Bah! That's just a bunch of crap!” Kurgan laughed, slamming his hammer‑shaped jaw against a rail loud enough to splinter it. “We hit her fast, we drown her faster.”
The trio of ships nosed through the shallows, anchors raised to let their keels scrape perilously close to the sand. Hundreds of pirates leapt overboard, brandishing cutlasses and Seastone manacles as they charged up the beach in a howling tide of greed.
“Hm...?” Silvia’s ear caught the rumble first. She pushed her square‑framed glasses up the bridge of her nose, silver eyes narrowing at the sudden swarm of armed men blotting the shoreline. "Speak of the devils..."
With a sigh equal parts amused and annoyed, she slipped a ribbon between the pages of her shrunken book and set it aside—full size again with a dismissive flick of her wrist.
“Must you pirates always interrupt my alone time? Very well...let’s keep this brief.”
The first wave closed to twenty paces—close enough to see how her grey top framed an hourglass figure that could topple empires and to realize, far too late, that the rumors were true. Silvia lifted her right hand, delicate fingers poised like a conductor about to cue the orchestra, and with a snap...
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