Chapter 4: First Victory—A Snail Devil Fruit?
"There's no way I'm going down here!"
The crimson glow of Disco's skin faded, revealing a massive wound across his upper body. Blood spurted out violently as he collapsed to the ground, his breath vanishing into nothingness.
Mortomas' wife quickly covered Morgans' eyes, shielding him from the gruesome sight.
Panic erupted among the slaver crew of the Disco Pirates. Scrambling in terror, they rushed back to their ship, desperate to set sail and escape.
But Mortomas wasn't about to let them off so easily. Fueled by rage, he led the few remaining guards in a relentless pursuit, cutting down the fleeing pirates like wounded prey.
Meanwhile, Brook was forcing himself to adapt to the reality of taking lives. Though he still felt a lingering discomfort, his icy blue gaze hardened with resolve. Steeling himself, he leaped onto the enemy's ship, pushing past hesitation.
One slash, one kill.
Brook methodically cut down the slavers without mercy. In his past life, he had edited countless videos exposing child trafficking, kidnappings, human smuggling rings, and scams from places like Northern Myanmar. He despised such crimes even more than murder itself.
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"Mr. Brook, thank you for saving my family! I don't even know how to repay you!"
Now back in his human form, Mortomas adjusted his crisp, tailored suit, his refined demeanor contrasting the earlier battlefield. His gratitude was layered with deep admiration—after all, he had been a fan of Brook's music long before this encounter.