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Chapter 1106: Will You Feel Guilt?
Chapter 1106: Will You Feel Guilt?
That deeply painful memory circled Brant’s mind, stoking his fury into something even more frenzied and gruesome.
He spread his arms wide toward Kuro, the crowd behind him erupting into indiscriminate slaughter. Snarling, he roared: “Sazil, do you dare!”
His gaze burned with accusation, yet beneath it flickered a sliver of fragile hope. Kuro didn’t understand what that hope meant, but every old man carried stories—that much was certain.
Otherwise, why would someone lose their mind and charge to their death?
Snap!
Kuro’s fingers snapped crisp and sharp.
Hualala!
The sky darkened, clouds thickened, and suddenly a torrential downpour erupted.
When in doubt—unleash seawater!
Facing a Devil Fruit user, starting with a Seaspray Rain was always the right move!
This kind of “ability effect”—rather than pure “ability creation”—would crumble against seawater.
It wasn’t as simple as using an ability to create matter. Logia types could resist seawater with this technique, some Paramecia could too, but maintaining the “ability effect” would collapse instantly when faced with seawater.
This island teemed with people. For an ordinary person, using large-scale seawater would be impossible—no one could realistically drag the entire population into the Grand Line for a bath. That was absurd.
But this rain? It wasn’t ordinary water.
Kuro made it happen!
Not just a Seaspray Rain, but a storm-scale downpour—soaking everyone, drenching them in seawater.
“This is…”
The deluge battered down, shifting Brant’s expression, though the rain passed straight through his body without touching him. This phantom image had a living aura, but it was still just an illusion.
The frenzied mob, caught in the storm’s embrace, stiffened one by one. The crimson haze in their eyes faded.
“What have I done…?”
A civilian trembled, raising bloodied hands toward a friend he’d just slain. Sobbing, he wailed: “My friend… unforgivable! What have I done!!”
They remembered every act they’d committed. Yet now, those memories felt stupid, absurd.
Why had they acted on those resentments? Hadn’t those grudges faded long ago? Even if they hadn’t, how could they justify taking lives? Those were neighbors—real, living people!
The soldiers, too, stood stunned. Their mission was to protect civilians, to suppress the riot. They’d come to stop the chaos, not unleash slaughter. Why had they turned on their own comrades?
Had their minds been clouded all along?
The entire island’s afflicted populace now drowned in confusion.
And where the rain fell, it didn’t just touch them—it revived even the fallen Navy men, Sazil, and William.
Sazil trembled under the downpour, his glassy eyes regaining focus. But he dared not rise, feigning unconsciousness instead.
He remembered everything. And he wished, desperately, to die again.
“Overdone!”
What trouble had he caused! His resentment hadn’t been this vast—why had he dared attack Admiral Kuro? Why utter those words? This was suicide!
Kuro glanced at Sazil, then shifted his gaze to Brant. “See? It’s broken.”
“Seawater… can you really go this far, New Admiral?” Brant gritted his teeth. “Don’t joke!”
“What are you talking about?!” Klah couldn’t hold back. “Don’t you know Kuro-sama’s title? Haven’t you heard of the Golden Lion?!”
“Why would I care about his name? What good does it do me? I don’t care!”
Brant pressed on: “You can only temporarily disrupt my ability. Remember—temporarily. They were too deeply affected. You can only save those just struck—your seawater can’t block my ability. And I… I am immortal!”
His face twisted, gruesome. “Because I’ve already died. I won’t die again. You’ll never defeat me. To erase me, you must slaughter them all—destroy my medium. My roots lie in Kemorike. I am Kemorike!”
Crack!
He slammed his hands together. As his palms met, the newly sobered crowd convulsed again. Their eyes flared crimson, roaring back into slaughter, their minds ignoring the seawater’s purge.
Brant raged: “So—make your choice, Navy! Kill them… or watch Kemorike fall to slaughter, one by one! Choose!”
Like back then!
He’d been forced to choose then too!
To protect his nation, he’d become a pirate. When logistics failed, he’d targeted a visiting World Noble. But hadn’t that noble played him like a monkey? Promising supplies if they escaped his cannon fire game—then reneging!
Back then, Kemorike’s commander had betrayed them. Brant learned this after escaping prison, for the commander still lived, now a high official in Dominica, ruling Kemorike’s secondary island. So upon release, Brant first filled that official with resentment, driving him and his subordinates to self-destructive ruin.
The World Noble died. His revenge was complete.
But there were still the soldiers who’d surrendered, the civilians now occupying Kemorike’s secondary island. All guilty, all traitors!
Dying himself? Enough to drag them all down with him.
Kuro watched the raging Brant, the crowd spiraling back into frenzied wrath, their attacks fiercer than before. His brow furrowed, teeth bared. “So you’ll drag them all down with you?”
“Drag them? No, no. They’ve always been the target. I’m glad they suffer. The ringleader died. The World Noble died. I don’t hate Dominica itself. The Navy under Borsalino’s rule is no different from Kemorike back then. But revenge… the only ones left are the Navy. Borsalino himself!”
Brant grinned malevolently: “You won’t dare. Borsalino won’t dare either. But I love seeing you cowards hesitate—watching you have to act while refusing to. Didn’t Borsalino pretend helplessness back then? Said he had no choice but to arrest me. Now I’m the same! I’m helpless too! I have no body—I’m just a grudge spirit, a vengeful phantom using all of Kemorike as my medium. If you don’t destroy me, Kemorike will cycle in eternal hatred! But to destroy me… you must erase Kemorike itself. So—do you dare?”
Will you feel guilt…?
(End of Chapter)
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