Chapter 628: Envious Beri'er
Chapter 628: Envious Beri'er
"Hahaha!!"
On the battlefield, Beri'er, appearing as a young man, darted about like a monkey, leaping and bounding while launching a flurry of attacks. His fists, feet, and even his head became weapons in his relentless assault.
"Just like a wild beast."
The center of his assault targeted Klah, who looked calm and refined.
Klah tilted his head, dodging Beri'er's fist while glancing toward Moer. "Is the Strongest over there?"
He extended his arm, striking Beri'er's wrists and sending him reeling. Beri'er staggered but quickly retaliated, swinging his legs in a sweeping kick toward Klah.
"Don't underestimate me! I'm the strongest among the Grand Commanders!!"
"Shave."
The kick missed.
Klah instantly appeared beside Beri'er, delivering a powerful kick to his side that sent him flying backward. Then, spreading his five fingers, he aimed at the sliding Beri'er. "Flying Fishman Karate."
Beri'er's pupils constricted. He crossed his arms immediately, and a sharp 'hissing' sound followed as blood spurted from multiple wounds on his arms and torso.
"If I were defeated by this level of strength, it would be a waste of Kuro Mr.'s trust in us."
Klah pushed his glasses with his palm, saying coolly, "As Kuro Mr.'s trusted right-hand man, I have the duty to eliminate you foolish pirates."
"Ahh!"
Beri'er lowered his arms, revealing a malevolent grin. He extended his tongue to lick the blood trickling down his arm. "Truly powerful! Powerful enough to make me envious! If I had such strength, I'd have already conquered that cursed place, Morgant!"
"Morgant?"
Klah frowned. "You're from the East Blue?"
"You've heard of it? Yes, that place—the famous pleasure kingdom, Morgant!"
Beri'er lowered his head, muttering, "I'm so envious! That Prince of Pleasure—I envy him so much! Why couldn't I be born with that status, that strength? Just like how I envy you! You're so powerful, effortlessly defeating me like it's nothing!"
His voice started low, but a purple spark began flickering across his body, like embers glowing without fuel.
"Envy... too much envy. Everything you possess, I don't! Why is the world so unfair to me!"
Beri'er lifted his head. The purple glow seemed to consume his pupils as a chorus of voices, layered and distorted, emerged from his throat. "Jealous Form!"
His body relaxed, and with a single step forward, he vanished.
"Shave?"
This time, it was Klah's turn to be startled. He spun around, blocking just in time as Beri'er appeared behind him, throwing a punch.
Bang!!
Klah felt his arm go numb. He countered by grabbing Beri'er's wrists and hurling him away.
"Putting strength aside, how is your speed this fast? Faster than my Shave? How did you learn this?"
Landing, Beri'er grinned maliciously. Suddenly, he raised his five fingers, aiming at Klah's shocked face. Five familiar, amplified air currents shot forward like bullets.
"Iron Body!"
Klah's body trembled as he withstood the attack, his clothes torn by five holes.
"How do you know Fishman Karate again?!" Klah gritted his teeth.
"Hehehe..."
Beri'er landed, chuckling darkly. "Jealous Form allows me to return the enemy's techniques at double the power! No matter what technique you use, I can send it back twice as strong! Not for any reason—just because of my pure envy!"
"Just this?"
Klah frowned. "That's all?"
"All?!"
Beri'er roared as if insulted, his neck straining. "Why do you say it's simple?! I get it—you're envious of me! Envious of my strength!"
"Envious of your strength?"
Klah sized him up, then stepped forward, vanishing in an instant.
In a flash, a massive figure loomed before Beri'er.
Puh!!
A towering werewolf, half-beast, stood before him. A clawed hand pierced straight through Beri'er's chest.
Beri'er looked down in disbelief at the hand skewering him, opening his mouth but only spewing blood.
"Even if you double the attack, your physical constitution isn't up to par."
Klah's upper face had transformed into a wolf's snout, his eyes filled with disdain. "You think this level can threaten Officer Klah?"
This blow pierced the heart. No matter his strength, with this body, Beri'er should be dead without question.
"Why..."
Beri'er struggled to lift his head, his face a gruesome mess. "Why are you so strong!!"
He slowly extended his palm, as if trying to reach Klah's chest.
Not dead yet?!
Klah recoiled, pulling his clawed arm from Beri'er's chest and stepping back. He brought the bloodied claw to his lips, tasting the blood.
Time to get serious!
"Despite being this strong, why..."
Beri'er staggered forward, his bleeding lips curling into a snarl. "Why didn't you save us in time!!"
Memories flooded his mind—darkness.
A factory filled with smoke, people wearing identical smiles, and metal walls that blocked out the sky.
Accidentally swept into the Grand Line by a storm, he regained his senses only to find his family among those smiling figures. No matter how he screamed, their expressions never changed.
A scene like hell!
He had cried out countless times, hoping for salvation from the Navy's Justice!
It was useless! No one helped!
Why?!
They had immense strength, massive warships, and deadly weapons. Why wouldn't they help?!
Why did these people, so powerful, refuse to save his family, his country?
Why could they laugh and feast behind their warships and fortresses while civilians freely used goods from Morgant's blood-sweat factories? Why did no one care about his nation's plight?
Justice—how laughable!
These people were so enviable!
Could they not share their happiness with Morgant?
The world is so unfair!
But if possible, I want a fair world—a peaceful world.
A world where everyone, whether in Morgant or other nations, can live with true kindness in their hearts.
"Will you come?"
Dazed, he saw an Iron Maiden, its mask open, revealing a maiden's gentle, holy smile.
"To save the world, you must bear others' 'sins' with your strength."
...
"I've borne the sins."
Beri'er staggered forward, step by step toward Klah. The purple glow in his pupils intensified.
His hand shot out, pressing against Klah's chest.
"I am Beri'er, the 'Envy'! I will save the world!!"
Crack.
It felt as if a limit shattered. The purple glow in Beri'er's eyes exploded, his body's sparks vanishing.
His eyes dimmed.
His hand remained on Klah's chest as he slumped forward, motionless.
"Did his vitality burn out?"
Klah gazed at him, sighing. "Such an ability consumes one's own vitality."
(End of Chapter)
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