One Piece: The World King Who Emerged from the White Town

Najendan stood there stunned, unable to understand why the other person would lie about something like this.

Does hiding the abilities of the Imperial Arms mean they don't consider them allies?

Or is it really true, as they say, that they don't have any Imperial Arms?

It's not entirely impossible.

For example, she had heard that there were strong fighters in the Imperial Fist Temple who could rival Imperial Arms Users even with their bare hands.

Was Abel one of them?

Or you'll find out by trying it.

Najenda looked towards the kitchen, deciding to discuss it with Akame first.

At lunchtime, everyone finally realized what a truly large appetite meant.

Abe easily devoured the entire table of dishes and the huge bucket of rice all by himself.

"I'll go make some more..."

Akame got up without hesitation and put her apron back on.

She has always been in charge of preparing meals for everyone.

"Thanks a lot."

Najendan, having put down her bowl, could only go along with it, saying that after all, none of them had eaten enough. How could they not eat? In case of an emergency, would they expect the enemy to wait for them to have a meal first?

"I'm going to help too."

Tatsumi volunteered to follow along.

The person who started all of this calmly sipped his tea, showing no intention of getting off the table.

Although his body is an energy projection of the system, it is no different from his real body; he can get hungry and injured just like his real body.

So no matter what his reasons, he could not compromise on food.

Food and lodging are provided; this is his minimum requirement for joining any faction!

Not long after, a meal twice as plentiful as before was served piping hot on the table.

This time, no one made any special effort to defer to anyone.

Because of that idiot, it's really a case of first come, first served.

If the chopsticks are even a second too slow to reach out, all that's left is to lick the plate.

This was the result after Abel had restrained himself.

If he really starts eating freely, and none of the people present manage to get a second bite of food, then he'll lose!

Finally, the lunch that felt like a battlefield came to an end.

Although I feel very tired, at least I'm not hungry.

This thought lingered until someone finished their tea and said, "Although I'm only three-tenths full, I'll let this meal go. I hope the organization can recruit more chefs in the future, because not being well-fed really affects our combat effectiveness."

The whole place was silent!

After Abel left, Lubbock cautiously remarked, "Was this guy some kind of super-dangerous species disguised as a human?"

"Perhaps that makes sense. Without consuming enough food, it's probably impossible to maintain that powerful physique."

Brand's words made everyone else start to think.

Indeed, the stronger one's physique, the more energy one needs to consume; this is an immutable law.

Just like the larger the dangerous species, the more terrifying the amount of food they consume each time.

Najenda immediately made a decision: "Next time we purchase supplies, we'll stock up on several times more food. Also, until we get new logistics personnel, we'll have to rely on you every day, Akame."

With Abel, such a big eater, joining the kitchen meant that Akame's workload as the cook had increased several times over.

However, Akame didn't complain at all, and just nodded calmly.

A short while later, Abel, who was meditating by the river, heard footsteps behind him.

clang!

That was the sound of swords being drawn.

“Najendan told me, ‘You want Murasame. If you’re more suited for it than me, prove it to me.’”

Abel opened his eyes, stood up, and looked at Akame.

Akame is ready to fight.

But Abel simply stretched out his hand, saying, "No need for all that trouble, just lend it to me."

Akame paused for a moment, perhaps struck by the other person's strong confidence, and silently handed over the Murasame.

She was curious about how the other party would prove it to her.

As Abel held Murasame in his hand, he immediately felt a strong sense of malice emanating from the blade.

Those who cannot withstand the test of this evil thought will be unable to use this demonic sword.

But for Abel, there was no sword he couldn't control!

Chapter 303: A Famous Scene Recreated!

Because Abel signed the "Contract with the Demon of the Sword," his affinity for swords is MAX.

He can instantly master the characteristics of any knife in his hands and unleash its full power.

Furthermore, there is a certain probability that he will be immune to damage when someone attacks him with a knife.

Therefore, the test of Murasame was almost the same as not having one, and that evil thought immediately retreated back into the knife.

Abel could even sense a 'flattering' emotion emanating from him.

Suddenly remembering a famous scene, Abel's lips curled up in a smile, and he decided to recreate the classic moment.

So, under Akame's puzzled gaze, he suddenly threw the Murasame sword in his hand into the air, making it spin continuously.

Then he stretched out his left arm horizontally in the direction it was falling, without taking any precautions.

"Shall we take a gamble and see which is stronger, my fate or the curse of this demonic sword?"

Akame involuntarily widened her eyes. As the current master of Murasame, no one knew how terrifying Murasame was better than her.

Sharpness is one thing, but the most important thing is the curse on it.

Even the slightest cut can trigger a fatal burst of cursed poison.

So this is no longer gambling with his arm, but gambling with his life!

"They actually used this method to prove it?!"

Akame was greatly shocked; even she herself might not dare to do such a thing.

Then, right under her gaze, the demon sword Murasame, which had been tumbling and falling, simply wrapped around her arm without touching her at all, and finally stuck into the ground.

It was as if the demon sword Murasame had deliberately avoided the opponent's arm!

Simply unbelievable!

Abel finally smiled and, under Akame's complex gaze, drew the demon sword again.

"It seems I won."

"It's a fine knife. If you die one day, I will definitely take it with me."

"But now, don't let it down."

"When your trust in it surpasses everything, it will respond to you."

Abel walked past Akame and threw the Murasame sword in his hand at her. Akame was so frightened that she immediately grabbed the hilt of the sword in a panic, and cold sweat poured down her face.

However, all she could think about were the words Abel had said before he left.

Will you really respond to me?

She examined the Murasame in her hand with a serious expression, then suddenly imitated Abel, tossing it into the air and extending her arm in the same way.

She also wanted to see if she could truly trust the knife in her hand completely.

But as the rain gradually fell, her mind became filled with more and more distracting thoughts.

I always think of everyone who participated in the night raid, and her sister...

"Black Eyes!"

Akame's body suddenly swayed involuntarily.

Snapped!

A mechanical fist suddenly flew over and knocked Murasame, who was about to slash Akame's arm, to the side.

"I only asked you to test him, not to 'commit suicide' like him!"

Najendan came out, looking somewhat angry.

If she had hesitated any longer, Akame might already be dead.

Although the shock Abel had given her was still there, not everyone could do something like that.

After a moment of silence, Akame suddenly spoke up: "That person was indeed more deserving of Murasame than I was. When it fell from the sky, I knew I had lost."

Najendan paused for a moment, her tone softening, "There's no need to underestimate ourselves. That guy is too mysterious. We know nothing about his past, origins, or even his true strength."

"To be honest, I'm starting to regret letting him join Night Raid."

Najendan gave a bitter smile. "But there's always been a voice in my heart that says, perhaps this person is the final piece of the puzzle for us to overthrow the empire's rule."

"I'm willing to take a huge gamble for this."

Akame nodded, walked over, picked up Murasame, and sheathed it. "If I die one day, give Murasame to him."

"it is good."

Najendan didn't say anything more. Everyone here could die, whether it's tomorrow or the day after; it's bound to happen eventually.