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Chapter 165: The Collector and the Figurines are a Perfect Match!
Chapter 165: The Collector and the Figurines are a Perfect Match!
The person thrown to the ground by Marika, collar in hand, was peculiar.
He wore a tall, cylindrical hat, a high-collared trench coat, and his human face bore the features of a lion where his nose and mouth should be, complete with stitching marks. Below his unbuttoned collar, strange muscle tissue could be seen near his neck, close to his shoulders, also bearing the marks of stitching.
"Let... let go of me!" The lion-man struggled, but Marika's hand pushed down, choking him and rendering him powerless.
"What a joke! You, a woman, possess such immense strength!"
The lion-man croaked, "I weigh three hundred kilograms!"
"Three hundred kilograms? That's lightweight." Marika smiled and casually released him.
As soon as he was freed, the lion-man quickly rose, his figure beginning to fade. But just then, a figure flashed before him, gripping his shoulder and forcibly halting his disappearance.
"An ability user?"
Ajin's cold voice rang out, "Just an ordinary ability user, daring to board our ship alone. Quite a bold fellow."
The lion-man, whose name was Absalom, gritted his teeth in pain, feeling his shoulders crush under Ajin's grip despite his desperate struggles.
Not only the seemingly fragile woman but even this man could restrain him.
"Impossible!" Absalom exclaimed in disbelief. "I possess the skin of an elephant and the wild strength of a bear and ape! How can I be unable to break free?"
"Just a minion with so much power. No wonder you're bold," Ajin remarked.
"I am Absalom, one of Moriah's Three Freaks, not some ordinary minion!" Absalom roared. "Don't underestimate me!"
"An executive?" Ajin's eyes widened in surprise. "And so weak?"
Setting aside his strange ability to turn invisible, in terms of pure strength, this fellow was exceedingly feeble.
Are executives this weak?
He couldn't help but think of Creek from the East Blue Sea. If he had successfully entered the Grand Line back then, he would surely have made a name for himself.
After all, such a feeble individual was also a subordinate of the Seven Warlords.
Sarge glanced at Absalom obliquely and asked, "Are you alone? Where's Moriah? Won't he come to meet me?"
"Why would Moriah come to meet you? I came on my own to gather intelligence," Absalom retorted.
He glared at Marika and continued, "If not for you, woman, I wouldn't have come aboard this ship at all! I would've gone straight to report to Lord Moriah!"
"Oh? And what's wrong with me?" Marika inquired.
"It's because you're too beautiful!" Absalom exclaimed. "To have two beautiful women aboard, one a blonde with an arrogant air, obviously strict and serious, not my type at all...
"And you, coincidentally, are my preferred fragile type, so I couldn't help myself! But you're not that kind at all! That strength, you're a brute! I hate brute women!"
"If you're referring to wanting to take advantage of me after turning invisible, that's called sexual harassment," Marika replied with a polite smile.
"Huh? A perverted maniac?" Reneetia asked.
"Where am I perverted?" Absalom shouted, his eyes turning white and his fangs bared.
Reneetia stepped in front of Absalom and clicked her tongue. "Why only two beautiful women? You perverted freak, don't you have any taste? I'm pretty great-looking too!"
"Sorry, liking little girls is a crime," Absalom said sternly. "Although I'm a pirate, and therefore already a criminal, pirates still have their own code of conduct!"
"A perverted freak actually has a sense of morality?" Reneetia exclaimed in surprise.
"I'm not a pervert!" Absalom shouted.
"You're quite interesting," Sarge acknowledged, grabbing Absalom by the back of his collar and dragging him off the ship. They landed on the massive pirate ship, which resembled a small town.
Sarge scanned their surroundings in the eerie town and spotted several round, pitch-black bats. A smirk played on his lips as he remarked, "I've caught your underling, so you'll be coming, right?"
With that, he began dragging the man toward the direction of the castle, with Lily and the others following closely behind.
"Is this really a pirate ship? It's so huge that people could actually live on it!" Reneetia marveled as she looked around. "Can a ship this big sail fast?"
"Of course not; it's slow and cumbersome," Sarge replied. "It's only suitable for navigating through this mist. Once it's out in the open, it would just be a sitting duck."
Sarge shook his head. "It would be better to just occupy an island. At least an island can be developed, and it's not as easy to sink. This ghostly place is only suitable for that fat slob hiding in there."
"Lord Moriah is not a fat slob!" Absalom protested, still being dragged along. "He's biding his time and waiting for the right opportunity. You just don't understand Lord Moriah!"
"Biding his time?" Sarge mused as he looked ahead. In the darkness of the town, a group of strange figures had gathered.
As they drew closer, the shapes became more discernible.
A group of bizarre, misshapen... corpses, all bearing signs of having been stitched together.
Sarge let out a laugh. "Relying on these figurines?"
"Stitched-together corpses?" Hawkins stepped forward, drawing his longsword. "They're able to move, so it must be due to some ability. However, in terms of strength..."
Straw began to wrap around the blade of his sword, and with a swift swing, Hawkins sent the straw lashing out like a whip. It sliced horizontally through the group of corpses, severing them at the waist and sending them tumbling to the ground.
"They're too weak," Hawkins remarked casually, his eyes falling on the fallen corpses. "Are they still alive?"
"Corpses are already dead, so they can't really be alive. They're just able to move," Sarge explained as he dragged Absalom past the bodies. "This fat slob may have seen us coming, but he's either too lazy to come out himself or looks down on me."
He lifted his head to glance at the castle, a cold glint in his eyes. "You're far too indolent. Even if you became my subordinate, you'd only be a liability. Forget it; we're close enough now. Let me teach you a lesson—external objects are ultimately just external. True power comes from within."
Letting go of Absalom, Sarge planted his foot firmly on the ground, causing the severed corpses around them to tremble.
"Power!"
Sarge shot into the air like a meteor, heading straight for a section of the castle's outer wall.
BOOM!!
A gaping hole was blasted into the castle wall, and Sarge landed on the edge of the opening, looking down at the fat man sitting on the floor with his hands propped against his head, his eyes wide as he glared up at Sarge.
"If you won't come to me, then I'll take the initiative and come to you, Moriah," Sarge snarled.
(End of Chapter)
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