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Chapter 1105: Dare You Kill Everyone?!
Chapter 1105: Dare You Kill Everyone?!
A fisherman never returns empty-handed!
Especially in this Grand Line—what kind of fish can't a fisherman catch?
'All Blue' isn't just a chef's dream—it's a fisherman's dream too!
An old pirate causing trouble here, acting like he doesn't exist!
"Klah." Kuro exhaled a puff of smoke, saying.
"Yes, Kuro Mr."
Klah pushed his glasses. "It should be Harold Kim Brandt, the Great Pirate with a three hundred million Beri bounty twenty years ago. He was also the pirate captured personally by Vice Admiral Borsalino back then."
Twenty years ago?
A three hundred million bounty in the Grand Line's first half?
That's seriously valuable.
This old guy is quite troublesome.
"Borsalino!!"
Like hearing something forbidden, the old man shrieked. His eyes nearly popped out, blue veins bulging between his brows. His hands waved wildly in a bizarre frenzy.
Kuro raised an eyebrow. Does this old man have some trauma? Getting worked up just hearing Gramps' name.
"Hehehe, Borsalino."
After his hands danced, Brandt lowered his head with a smile. "Borsalino, I'll make him understand eventually. No rush. Let me start with you all!"
As he spoke, his hands shot out. The purplish-black shadows around him rapidly spread toward the crowd.
"Grudge Spikes!"
At his cry, the purplish-black shadows suddenly surged, extending spiky protrusions that pierced straight toward the people.
Klah instantly transformed into a half-wolf human form, his feet rippling the air like stepping on invisible stairs as he soared upward.
Lida flickered through multiple afterimages, leaping into the sky.
Moer became a flash of white light, disappearing and reappearing atop nearby Marineford-scale structures.
Kuro simply floated higher, dodging the extending spikes.
"This is your Abomination?"
Kuro glanced downward, biting his cigar. "This the reason my subordinates and these civilians are panicking?"
"Exactly!" The grudge spirit human grinned eerily. "Anyone hit by my ability will feel 'resentment.' Past injustices amplify infinitely, eventually trapping them in endless hatred."
He spread his arms grotesquely. "Amazing, right? This meat grinder scene—it's my masterpiece!"
Swish!
A massive golden slash answered him.
The intense golden glow swallowed the purplish-black shadows. The gigantic crescent slash engulfed Brandt entirely. With a deafening boom, the ground exploded into an even larger fissure, nearly splitting the island.
Smoke and dust billowed, obscuring the battlefield. As they dispersed, the purplish-black shadows continued creeping across the ground.
"Useless."
Brandt's body reappeared from the shadows, grinning at Kuro. "I waited so long for this Devil Fruit—to block Borsalino's light. His attacks won't work on me, and yours? Naturally useless too!"
"But that's Borsalino!"
Brandt cackled wildly. "Still ineffective! Listen well—I have no strength. Since obtaining this Devil Fruit, I abandoned my original self. I transformed into a new form—the grudge spirit!"
"This form takes root in people's resentment. Using everyone on this island as a medium, as long as they survive, I won't die!"
"Hey, how's that possible? No one has such an ability! You're lying!" Lida shouted from the sky.
"No, it exists." Kuro's expression turned grave.
Brook's 'Yomi Yomi Devil Fruit' worked similarly—transforming into a soul after death. That meant losing life characteristics, surviving only as permitted by the ability.
This ability resembled a fusion of Phantom and Yomi Yomi Devil Fruits. But no, it wasn't just stitched together—it was uniquely his.
Paramecia-type—damn unpredictable indeed!
"So, what'll you do?!" Brandt cackled. "Destroy the island?! This place is massive. Even Pacifistas can't raze it. All you can do is kill its people!"
"Those are innocent civilians! Aren't you Navy protecting the innocent?!" His eyes turned gruesome. "They're just affected by my ability! They killed the World Noble—so what? There's too many people! You can't destroy the island, only slaughter the civilians!"
"I'll tell you this—the people under my ability are my mediums!!" Brandt glared at Kuro in the sky, roaring. "Unless you kill them, you can't eliminate me! But can you live with yourselves after killing them, Navy?!"
...
"Please, don't..."
A middle-aged pirate knelt on the deck, pleading to Borsalino, who wore a straw hat, lips pursed around a cigarette.
"We never wanted to become pirates! We had no choice! Dominica occupied our area, cutting our logistics lines. No one sold us supplies. We're defending our nation, our Kemorike!"
"Don't arrest us! We're the last hope! If we're captured, Kemorike is doomed!!"
"Well, no can do." The young-looking Vice Admiral scratched his head, lips pouting. "Mainly, you raided a World Noble's ship—Saint Pollier's vessel. I received orders to act. If I can't find the culprits, my superiors will punish me."
"How should we handle this?" He frowned. "It's tough, but come with me. Kemorike's already doomed."
"No! It's not doomed!!"
The pirate's face flushed red. "We gave our logistics supplies to our soldiers! They promised resistance! We'll keep fighting too! Our entire nation resists! Defending our homeland isn't wrong!"
"Maybe." Borsalino raised his cigarette, exhaling slowly. "But I heard news—the commander secretly hoarded the supplies you gave. He never sent them to your soldiers. Instead, he blamed your existence for ruining logistics, making resistance impossible."
The young pirate froze like struck by lightning, murmuring, "How... could this be..."
"No! No! He promised me personally! He'd protect our home! You're lying!!"
The middle-aged pirate stood up, tears streaming as he charged Borsalino in rage.
Shish!
A light beam instantly severed and vaporized his weapon. Borsalino barely moved, pinning the pirate underfoot on the deck, lips pouting. "I can't help it either..."
(End of Chapter)
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