11: Chapter 6: Freezing the Entire Field, Aokiji’s Probe!
(Part 1) 11: Chapter 6: Freezing the Entire Field, Aokiji’s Probe!
(Part 1) Though soft, the voice felt like a blade forged from ice, piercing precisely into the minds of everyone present with the chilling, murderous intent of the dead of winter.
Whether pirate or Marine, anyone who heard that voice felt a sudden, bone-deep chill.
It was as if they had been stripped naked and thrown into a frozen wasteland; their bodies began to tremble involuntarily.
The crowd traced the voice and saw that, at some point, a young man had materialized right in front of Whitebeard.
He wore a simple white tunic, his long black hair fluttering gently in the sea breeze.
However, his eyes were as cold as the glaciers of the Siberian permafrost.
Wherever his gaze landed, even the swirling gunpowder smoke seemed to instantly condense into frost.
“Who the hell are you?” Blackbeard clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
The sphere of darkness, which contained the absolute full power of the Dark-Dark Fruit, had been crushed by this youth as easily as popping a bubble.
A chill crawled up Teach’s spine.
Even Whitebeard in his prime couldn’t have pulled off something like that so effortlessly.
The fat on his face twitched.
Forcing down his fury, Teach didn’t dare make a reckless move.
The young man—Alex—ignored him.
Instead, he looked Whitebeard up and down, a slight frown forming on his face.
Seeing Whitebeard on the brink of death, Alex concluded he wasn’t a Fallen Reincarnator.
Logically speaking, no Reincarnator would ever throw their life away for the sake of the natives in a Reincarnation World.
What a pity!
Of all the Devil Fruit powers Alex had his eye on in the One Piece world, Whitebeard’s Tremor-Tremor Fruit was definitely on the list.
But since Whitebeard wasn’t a Fallen Reincarnator, it meant that even if Alex killed him, he couldn’t plunder his abilities!
…Still, just to be on the safe side, Alex turned his attention to a shivering pirate nearby.
“Got any recovery items?
Let me borrow one, preferably something potent.
I’ll pay you back when we return.” The condition to trigger the World Hunter skill, the Eye Of Judgement, required making direct eye contact with the target.
It was similar to Ghost Rider’s Penance Stare, just without the soul-burning side effect.
The pirate Alex addressed was, in fact, a Reincarnator.
The moment their eyes met, a name instantly materialized above the man’s head.
The name was white, revealing his Reincarnator ID and stat sheet.
[ID: 10200981xxd, Tier 5 Reincarnator!
Worlds Experienced: 7.
Stats – Strength: 321, Agility…] A white name meant he was just an ordinary Reincarnator.
Alex merely glanced at it and lost interest.
Tier 5?
Absolutely pathetic.
Even if he were a Fallen Reincarnator, Alex would have waited for him to get stronger before killing him.
The moment the Reincarnator locked eyes with Alex, he felt completely seen through by this mysterious youth.
Like a helpless lamb standing before a starving wolf, he couldn’t muster a shred of resistance.
This man was a veteran who had scraped by in the Reincarnation Space for years.
This overwhelming suppression immediately reminded him of a terrifying urban legend that circulated among Reincarnators!
“A Hunter…
A Hunter who holds the absolute power of life and death over Reincarnators!” Legend had it that every Hunter was a terrifyingly overpowered psychopath.
The dynamic between a Hunter and a Reincarnator was akin to a tiger and a sheep.
If a Reincarnator bumped into a Hunter, their lives were forfeit, and rumors spoke of fates far worse than death!
Faced with Alex’s demand, the Reincarnator completely lost the will to resist.
He emptied his private inventory of all recovery items and handed them to Alex with trembling hands.
“L-Lord, please, take whichever you fancy…” Alex accepted the items and gave a slight nod.
“I’ve memorized your ID.
I’ll look you up when we get back.” The Reincarnator’s legs turned to jelly, and he promptly wet himself, nearly bursting into tears.
‘You don’t need to pay me back, consider them a gift!
Just please forget I exist!
Treat me like a fart and let me go!’ Alex sifted through the items and selected a small glass vial filled with a crimson liquid.
[Health Potion: Single-use recovery item.
Restores 30 percent of the target’s HP.
Can be used on Reincarnators and natives of the Reincarnation World.
Quality: Excellent.
Tradeable…] Alex popped the cork and was just about to pour it down Whitebeard’s throat when a shadow suddenly fell over him.
He looked up to see a basketball-sized meteor of magma trailing black smoke as it plummeted down, the sheer heat distorting the air around it.
Its target was him and Whitebeard!
Standing on the shore, wearing his red shirt, Marine Admiral Akainu was glaring at him coldly.
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