Chapter 2: Escape from the Florian Triangle
Brook silently paid his respects to the ship's cabin, bowing his head as a farewell gesture on behalf of Brook to his former crewmates.
He gathered the last remaining food, fresh water, and any valuables or Belly he could find. Grabbing his cane sword, he gave it a few swings. It wasn't exactly his style, but with Brook's memories now fused into his own, it remained his strongest weapon for the time being.
He executed a few flourishes before stabbing forward. The blade pierced through the ship's railing, leaving a frost-coated hole in its wake. It was a thin rapier, more suited for thrusting, whereas he preferred slashing techniques. He made a mental note to replace it when given the chance.
Continuing his practice, he ran through the techniques stored in his memory, ensuring he wouldn't fumble in a real battle.
Everything about this world was astonishing—coming from an ordinary one to this high-fantasy realm of warriors and magic. Swinging his sword unleashed icy energy and ghostly aura, sensations so exhilarating that he couldn't stop. He practiced relentlessly until exhaustion set in.
Once he had fully regained proficiency in Brook's techniques, he began experimenting with attacks infused with the power of the underworld. He also tested his physical limits—was he, like Brook, truly immortal?
To find out, Brook made a small cut on his arm. As expected, the underworld energy enveloped the wound, healing it instantly. Incredible. The only downside was the energy consumption—it drained him significantly, making him feel fatigued. He needed to replenish his stamina to maintain his body's integrity.
It was eerily similar to Marco's Phoenix Fruit regeneration!
This would be his ultimate survival ability. But one question lingered—if his head were severed, could he reattach it like Brook? He wasn't about to test that theory. Some things were better left unproven—especially when failure meant instant death.
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The Rumbar Pirates' ship was far too large for one person to operate alone. Brook had no choice but to abandon it, lowering a small lifeboat—one of the emergency landing crafts.