“You scumbag, I killed your subordinates and you still want to recruit me as your first mate?
Have you lost your mind?” Allen asked the fat man, staring at him with a bewildered expression.
“Just like I said, those guys are nothing but small fry.
Once we reach the next island, all I need to do is put out my name and I can recruit dozens of people like them at any time,” the fat man replied dismissively, waving a hand in the air.
“Is that so?
Then I am truly honored.
However, just like I said, you are also just a larger piece of small fry, and now it is your turn.” Allen sneered, raising his short sword and pointing it directly at the fat man.
“Damn brat, you refuse to drink the fine wine only to be forced to drink the forfeit!
I will crush your bones one by one.
Behold my Alpaca Form!” the fat man roared angrily.
As he spoke, his body began to shift drastically.
The fat man dropped down on all fours and transformed into a massive alpaca.
Clearly, he was a Zoan-type Devil Fruit user.
Perhaps due to his own severe obesity, the transformed alpaca appeared exceptionally bloated.
If someone hadn’t explicitly stated what it was, Allen would have mistaken it for a massive pig with an unnaturally long neck.
The bizarre sight left Allen completely dumbfounded.
The fat man noticed Allen’s wide-eyed, stunned expression.
Mistaking the shock for absolute terror, he began to brag loudly, “Hahaha!
Kid, you’re scared now, aren’t you?
Submit to me right this second and I will spare your life.
The offer still stands—how about you become my first mate?” “Do you honestly think I’m scared?
You pig-spirit that reincarnated into the wrong alpaca body, did you escape from a zoo or something?” His eyes practically seared by the hideous sight, Allen angrily rushed forward, charging at the fat man with his sword drawn.
“Damn you!
Take this, acid spit!
Hah…
ptooey!” Seeing that his attempt to recruit the boy had failed, the pirate captain launched an immediate counterattack.
“You can actually spit?
That’s disgusting!” Activating his Observation Haki, Allen easily read the trajectory and dodged the fluid.
The acid splashed onto the grass where Allen had been standing a split second before, making a violent hissing sound as it instantly corroded the weeds into black sludge.
Using his speed, Allen instantly closed the distance and slashed hard across the fat man’s thick chest.
“Ah!” A sharp cry of pain echoed from the alpaca’s mouth.
Hmm, it’s only bleeding?
The strike didn’t kill him?
It seems a Zoan-type Devil Fruit really does increase a person’s physical durability.
This fat pig covered in blubber doesn’t look like someone who ever exercises.
Then there is only one possibility: this astonishing physical constitution was entirely granted to him by the Devil Fruit.
Allen analyzed the situation quickly.
His sword strike had proven ineffective, leaving nothing more than a superficial bleeding wound on the fat man’s chest.
“Useless brat!
I am a user of the Sheep-Sheep Fruit, Model: Alpaca!
Ordinary slashes can’t take my life at all!” The fat man bragged loudly to Allen, seeing that the boy had failed to inflict a fatal injury.
“And not only is my defense incredibly high, but my recovery speed has also increased exponentially.
It won’t take long for a tiny wound like this to heal completely!” “Hey, do you really have to explain your exact ability every single time you fight?
Are you just terrified that people won’t figure out how to kill you?” Allen said, completely speechless.
“Tch!
Stinky brat, if you think you can do it, then try!
Take this, Acid Spit Rain!
Hah…
ptooey, ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!” The pirate captain launched another rapid barrage of attacks.
“That is genuinely disgusting.
Can you please have some decency?” Allen cursed under his breath while continuously dodging.
He weaved through the falling acid, occasionally closing in to land a clean strike, but the fat man’s layered fat and Zoan durability absorbed the impact.
Damn it, ordinary slashes aren’t working at all.
If this keeps up, I might actually get worn down to death by this guy.
After finishing another round of close-quarters slashing, Allen retreated.
He saw that while the fat man was bleeding from several spots, he showed absolutely no signs of slowing down.
Seeing that Allen could not inflict a critical hit, the pirate captain became even more emboldened.
He completely stopped trying to dodge Allen’s incoming physical attacks, focusing entirely on continuously spitting acid to corner the boy.
This won’t work.
It looks like I have to try that move.
Allen instantly used his agility to move far out of the range of the spit attacks, stopping several dozen meters away from the massive alpaca.
Seeing Allen halt his assault, the pirate captain said smugly, “What’s the matter, kid?
Are you finally ready to give up and submit?” Allen didn’t reply.
He stared intently at the fat man, focusing his Observation Haki to completely lock onto his target, and gripped his short sword tightly with both hands.
Mind and body as one.
The sword swing must be fast.
Recalling the results of his brutal training over the years, Allen’s arm muscles bulged under the pressure.
With a fierce roar, he swung his sword forward with maximum force.
With a powerful swish, a sharp, crescent-shaped sword wave about ten meters long tore through the air.
Carrying the sheer momentum of an army sweeping through a battlefield, the flying slash flew straight toward the fat man.
The pirate captain watched the massive compressed air wave heading straight for him, his pupils constricting in pure terror.
He tried to move, but his bloated body was far too slow to dodge the speed of the slash.
“Ah!” A horrific scream rang out.
A clean wound fifty centimeters long and five centimeters deep tore open across the pirate’s chest, causing blood to gush out violently.
Under the absolute trauma of the blow, his Devil Fruit transformation gave out, forcing him to revert from an alpaca back into a normal, morbidly obese man.
Looking at the massive gash on the fat man’s chest that was deep enough to expose bone, Allen noticed his breathing was incredibly shallow.
It was completely clear he wouldn’t survive the night.
“Finally took him down.
Does this mean I’ve officially learned how to use a flying slash?” Allen looked down at the short sword in his hand, his heart racing with genuine excitement.
After wiping the blood off his blade and sheathing it, Allen turned and walked back toward the coastal town, ready to inform the residents that the immediate crisis had been resolved.
Before I transmigrated, the original story had just updated to the point where Luffy, with the help of Kaido, awakened his fruit to become the Mythical Zoan Human-Human Fruit, Model: Sun God Nika.
So, if someone were to theoretically develop this Sheep-Sheep Fruit, Model: Alpaca to its absolute limit, is it possible for it to awaken into a Mythical Zoan Sheep-Sheep Fruit, Model: Creator God Arceus?
Allen thought to himself, letting his mind wander during a wild brainstorming session as he walked.
Then he shook his head with a chuckle.
As if that would happen.
That’s a completely different franchise.
Oda wouldn’t write something like that.
What does Oda even know about One Piece anyway?
Allen walked up to a familiar house in the village and knocked firmly on the front door.
“Uncle Natsu, you can come out now.
The pirates have been taken care of.” After a brief pause, the lock clicked, and Natsu opened the door, asking excitedly, “Have the pirates really been defeated?
Allen, are you hurt anywhere?” “It was a small issue,” Allen replied with a confident wave of his hand.
“Even if ten or eight pirate crews of this level came at once, I wouldn’t take them seriously.
By the way, Uncle, you guys can take this pirate captain’s head to the G-5 Branch to claim the official bounty.
If I remember correctly, he’s worth over thirty million Berries.” Allen showed off a bit, suggesting that the residents use the pirate’s bounty to exchange for funds to drastically improve their lives.
After all, the villagers had taken great care of him over the last seven years, and this felt like a perfect way to repay them.
“This…” Uncle Natsu suddenly fell dead silent, his face turning incredibly pale.
“What’s wrong, Uncle?
Is there a problem with claiming it?” Allen asked, deeply puzzled by the reaction.
“You really don’t know yet, do you?” Natsu answered, his voice trembling with deep worry.
“The Marine G-5 fortress no longer exists.
The Rocks Pirates completely invaded and destroyed the entire branch.
It was all over the morning newspapers.” “What?
The Rocks Pirates have already struck this close to Manuka?” Allen exclaimed in complete surprise.
He had just been wondering why a pirate captain with a bounty of over thirty million Berries would dare to land so close to a major Marine stronghold to wreak havoc.
It turned out the pirates had already seen the news and knew the regional Marine base had been completely wiped off the map.
So, apart from a few isolated, low-level branches, almost all of the Marines’ strategic fortresses in the New World have been dismantled.
For the World Government and the Marines, this means the New World is slipping completely out of their control.
Thinking of this, Allen couldn’t help but feel a sudden, crushing sense of urgency.
The total collapse of the Marines’ presence in the New World meant that the number of vicious pirates sailing these waters would increase exponentially day by day without any military deterrence.
Are civilians seriously supposed to count on Rocks to drive away the Marines, plant his flag, and protect these islands?
Help these territories with construction and safety?
Forget about it.
It’s already considered merciful if those monsters don’t sink these islands directly to the bottom of the ocean.
In the near future, I am going to encounter far more numerous and significantly stronger pirates.
My strength must be improved further, especially my Armament Haki.
I absolutely must master it as soon as humanly possible.
Right now, it takes an exhausting amount of effort just to defeat a pirate with a bounty of over thirty million Berries.
If a truly powerful enemy arrives, wouldn’t I be completely finished?
Bounties in this era aren’t as inflated and worthless as they will be thirty-plus years in the future, Allen realized grimly.
“Don’t worry too much, Uncle.
Our island isn’t exactly wealthy or resource-rich.
Maybe Rocks won’t even care enough to look in our direction,” Allen said, offering a few words of comfort to Uncle Natsu before turning around to walk down the path back to his house, firmly intending to double his daily training regime.
“Sigh…
I certainly hope so,” Uncle Natsu muttered with a heavy sigh, watching Allen’s retreating figure disappear into the distance.