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Chapter 1113: Let Me Reiterate, Ability is Miracle
Chapter 1113: Let Me Reiterate, Ability is Miracle
Dominica – the largest main island – housed a sprawling Palace nestled within its bustling cityscape.
The grand doors creaked open. A hulking figure strode in, his broad silhouette casting long shadows across the luxurious crimson carpet. He dropped to one knee before the elevated throne at the far end of the chamber.
“King.”
The kneeling figure lowered his head, producing a smoldering scrap of parchment. The moment it left his fingers, the paper disintegrated into ash.
“Brant is dead.”
In the dimly lit hall, the figure on the throne lazily propped an elbow on the armrest, chin resting in his palm. With his free hand, he extended a single finger. A golden tassel flickered into existence at its tip – then abruptly vanished, like a candle snuffed out.
Beneath the shadows, a pair of eyes glinted with golden radiance.
“What a pity.” The King’s voice carried no sorrow, only mild amusement. “Just lost a convenient tool.”
“Your Majesty,” the kneeling man spoke again, “given the involvement of world nobles, even if we severed all ties with Kemorike in time, the World Government may still retaliate.”
“World nobles?” The King scoffed, his golden gaze piercing. “Harve.”
“At your service.”
“You know who resembles gods more?”
The kneeling figure bowed lower, his voice reverent. “You, our mighty King.”
“Precisely.” A chuckle threaded through the words. “Brant’s death matters little. A weakling like him – replacing him with a world noble is perfectly acceptable. As for those Navies… as expected, their strength impressed me. The new Admiral – Golden Lion, wasn’t it? I find him quite intriguing.”
He paused, savoring the thought. “Extend my invitation. Use Kemorike as the excuse. Perhaps I’ll gain the strongest servant yet. What do you think, Harve?”
“Your will shall be executed with absolute devotion,” the man vowed.
The golden eyes slowly closed, extinguishing the last gleam of light in the shadow-drenched chamber.
“After all… the world has grown so dull.” A sigh lingered in the air.
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Kemorike lay in ruins. Smoke coiled from charred remnants of buildings, the earth scarred by relentless bombardment. Corpses littered the ground, their lifeless forms the only witnesses to the carnage.
The Pacifistas had held their positions for two days. Two days of uninterrupted cannon fire from the warships, reducing the entire island’s population – over one hundred thousand souls – to little more than targets.
With no resistance, no escape, the people of Kemorike had charged mindlessly, their deaths accelerating as they clustered together. The Pacifistas completed their grim task. Brant’s presence – his very essence – had gradually faded with the dying, until nothing remained.
Only an empty island remained.
“It’s over.” Kuro stood on the deck for two days, unmoving. He had issued the orders himself, and he would witness their completion. Brant’s eradication had to be absolute.
“Affirmative, Kuro-san.” Klah joined him, hands clasped behind his back. “Shall we file a report to headquarters?”
“Naturally. Draft it yourself – detail exactly how they died and who controlled them. Confirm the culprit’s death. This should deter any retaliation against Dominica.” Kuro’s voice held no emotion.
Did the Dominica Kingdom truly believe severing ties with Kemorike would exonerate them? The World Nobles would not be so easily appeased. Once wrath stirred, no distinction between guilt and innocence mattered.
“I understand, Kuro-san.” Klah nodded, already strategizing the report’s phrasing.
Reports carried nuance. Information could be shaded, emphasis guiding perceptions. If one wished to see Dominica punished, the document could refer to “Dominica Kingdom” rather than “Kemorike Island,” provoking misinformed World Nobles into fury. After all, their specialty lay in irrational vengeance.
Conversely, omitting the Kingdom’s name or stressing its subservience might spare it. The report could clarify this was no sovereign act, but the rogue deed of a pirate who manipulated the populace to kill World Nobles – a crime erased when the island and its people were reduced to ash.
“Listen well!” Kuro’s voice rang across the devastated island. “Let me reiterate – ability is miracle. Devil Fruit users are miracles’ chosen vessels. Never underestimate any of them. Do not dismiss them for lack of fame. When encountering pirate Devil Fruit users, execute immediate capture. If capture fails, kill them on the spot. Eliminate all threats where they stand – no survivors to complicate our future!”
Ability and miracle bore no direct relation to strength. Some of the weakest could still create chaos through their abilities. Take Donquixote Doflamingo – his Haki and unarmed combat skills paled beside Admirals or Four Emperors. Yet his “Birdcage” technique, an impenetrable dome of razor wires, exemplified how miracles transcended strength. It was pure Devil Fruit Rule – an undeniable miracle.
The Navy once avoided killing Devil Fruit users, imprisoning them in Impel Down instead. As long as they lived, their fruits wouldn’t respawn, removing the threat for decades. But who could predict Impel Down’s fall? The prison uprising freed not only the Sixth Level’s most dangerous criminals but countless others.
Brant was another such anomaly – weak in combat, yet his treacherous ability inflicted disproportionate devastation. Kuro had merely followed orders, eliminating one hundred thousand souls without lifting a finger. Did he want this? No – yet no alternative existed.
“Return to the ship. I’m weary.” Kuro turned toward the fortress-like warship, his silhouette stiff with unspoken turmoil.
“Unforgivable!” Across the harbor, Kas gripped his fist until his knuckles blanched. Helplessness clawed at him – a bitter admission of his own impotence.
Yet he would never question Kuro-san’s orders. He had studied Kuro’s doctrine thoroughly – he was a devoted follower. Kuro-san’s words needed no scrutiny: “Ability is miracle.”
Miracle represented power beyond mortal reckoning. Brant’s case proved it. No counter existed except Brant’s own gruesome solution – erasing the island itself.
(End of Chapter)
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