One Piece: World Conquest Begins with Creating a Little Empress

"Five minutes! No, three minutes, three minutes is enough..."

The slave trainer looked at Xia with fear and spoke.

"..."

Char remained silent in response, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The more silent Xia remained, the more terrified the slave trainer became. The look of fear on his face deepened with each passing moment…

"Hey! Are you wasting His Highness Xia's time?"

About thirty seconds after the trainer finished speaking...

As the slave trainer watched as Char ignored him and silently observed Hancock being dragged out of the cell by CP0, seemingly lost in thought, a cold and piercing voice suddenly rang in the slave trainer's ear.

"Forehead……"

The slave trainer looked up and saw that CP0, who had been following Char, was now bending down and coldly looking at the slave trainer who was prostrate on the ground.

Clearly, the question just asked was posed by this CP0 officer.

"I wouldn't dare! Of course I wouldn't dare..."

Upon hearing this, the slave trainer was startled. He seemed to realize something, immediately stood up, went to Hancock, picked up his leather whip, and lashed it at Hancock's arm...

"Snapped!"

Accompanied by a slight sound!

A red welt appeared on Hancock's arm.

"hiss……"

Hancock felt a burning pain in her forearm, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Hey! Don't you understand? It's an honor for you sisters to be favored by His Highness Xia! If you don't want your sisters to get hurt because of your willfulness, then you'd better behave! I know what your weakness is, don't force me to take action myself! Remember, if you anger His Highness Xia, I'll show you what a living hell truly is..."

Perhaps it was a matter of specialization, but after the slave trainer threatened Hancock, she indeed stopped struggling. However, her bright eyes dimmed, as if her heart had died.

"Your Highness, the slaves have been trained for you..."

After seeing Hancock finally quiet down and stop fighting under his threats, the slave trainer finally smiled. He turned around, knelt on one knee in front of Char, and spoke as if to claim credit.

Perhaps it was because the slave trainer's actions pleased Xia so much that, for the first time, Xia finally looked directly at the slave trainer beneath him...

"Who gave you permission to stand up?"

However, as soon as Xia spoke, the slave trainer, who had been beaming with pride and waiting for Xia's praise, suddenly stopped smiling.

"Forehead……"

"Your Highness, Lord Xia! I... I didn't mean to, I thought..."

Upon hearing Xia's words, the slave trainer trembled and immediately knelt down before Xia, shaking so hard he dared not utter a word.

However, the dense beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, enough to form a puddle on the ground, betrayed the fear in this slave trainer's heart.

"She is mine..."

Char's words remained simple; he pointed at Hancock to express his attitude.

"Of course I know, she is naturally Your Highness!"

The slave trainer nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, a fawning smile on his face.

"Who gave you permission to hit my things?"

Upon hearing this, Xia leaned down to look at the trainer at his feet and questioned him in a cold voice.

"I……"

The trainer was stunned by Char's words. Under Char's silent and terrifying pressure, he felt that even breathing was a luxury.

"Shh!"

Before the trainer could think further, he felt a heat in his arm.

The next second, the arm he had used to whip Hancock earlier flew high into the air, splashing countless drops of crimson blood before quietly landing on the ground.

"hiss……"

The slave trainer, feeling the burning pain in his arm, showed no sign of agony. Instead, he wore a relieved smile, repeatedly kowtowing before Xia, the sound of his head hitting the floor echoing loudly with each thud, until his forehead bled and blood covered his face. Only then did he respectfully say to Xia, "Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness Xia, for sparing my worthless life!"

"This will never happen again..."

After Char finished speaking, he walked straight up to Hancock.

"Forehead……"

At this moment, little Hancock was witnessing everything in front of her with a terrified expression. After seeing Char, she subconsciously shrank her neck and showed fear.

"I'm sorry to have startled you, Hancock..."

To Hancock's surprise, Char simply stroked her small forehead and then spoke with utmost tenderness.

"Perhaps not all Celestial Dragons are bad people!"

After Char got closer, Hancock finally had the chance to see Char's handsome face, which had a charm level of nine. Her pretty face blushed, and her values ​​gradually followed his facial features.

"let's go!"

Char looked at Hancock's flushed face, a slight smile playing on his lips. He withdrew his arm, which had been gently stroking Hancock's forehead, and turned to walk out of the dungeon...

With Char's departure, the CP0 members naturally had no reason to linger. They followed closely behind Char, along with the three Hancock sisters they had dragged out of the cell...

"Respectfully seeing off His Highness Xia Ya on his departure..."

For a time, only the slave trainer remained in the dungeon.

Until Char and the others had completely left...

The slave trainer then stood up from the ground, his face expressionless.

The moment the slave trainer stood up, the fear on his face vanished completely, replaced by seriousness and indifference, like a heartless machine!

Meanwhile, what's amazing is that the arm that this slave trainer had his severed by Char for colliding with him has somehow stopped bleeding...

Then, an incredibly miraculous scene unfolded before the eyes of these slaves, still imprisoned in the dungeon and not chosen by Char...

Suddenly, a somewhat disgusting pink bud sprouted from the wound where Char's sword had severed the arm of the slave trainer. The bud then grew larger and larger, and within a few minutes, it transformed back into a fair and tender arm.

"Did you all see that?"

"Forehead……"

The slaves looked terrified and huddled in the corners of the cells, trembling.

"I'm sorry! Although you are all rare talents in human resources..."

"But some secrets cannot be revealed..."

"So may you have a pleasant time in heaven! May the glory of Your Majesty, the noble, the great, the supreme! Temple of Xia, still shine upon you in the distant underworld..."

As the slave trainer spoke, his fingers gleamed with a dark sheen.

"Point gun!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

In an instant, finger guns were released one after another from the slave trainer's hands. Before the slaves could react, they collapsed to the ground with holes piercing their chests and heads.

"Next, it's time to restore my original appearance..."

After doing all this, the slave trainer seemed to realize something. He muttered something under his breath, and then his body suddenly emitted a series of cracking sounds, like bones colliding...

In the blink of an eye, this slave trainer, who was only 1.7 meters tall (equivalent to 1.2 or 1.3 meters in our world) and somewhat hunched over, clearly suffering from dwarfism in a world where ordinary people are generally over two meters tall, suddenly grew to a height of three meters. Even his sleazy face became angular and looked much more handsome.

After he finished doing all this, he turned around and went to the dressing room...

Before long, a raging fire burned the entire dungeon to the ground!

The only person to emerge from the cell was a CP0 officer dressed in a white suit, wearing a British-style top hat, and an Easter mask.

Yes, it's all just a routine!

Long before the Hancock sisters arrived in the Holy Land, they were all under Char's control.

In order to improve Hancock's favorability, Char deliberately played the hero and rescued her, and played a trick on CP0 who had eaten the Insect-Insect Fruit - Eastern Salamander form!

One plays the good cop, and the other plays the bad cop!

In fact, Char's plan was perfect...

In this world, only routines win people's hearts.

Villa Figueirand.

"From today onwards, Hancock and the other two will be my personal maids!"

Char looked at the three Hancock sisters, whom he had rescued from the prison, and spoke softly.

"Ah."

At this moment, Hancock was still wary of Char. She nodded slightly and said nothing.

"By the way, when you entered the Holy Land, you should have already been branded with the mark of the Sky-Soaring Dragon's Hoof..."

Immediately afterward, Char seemed to have thought of something and asked the three Hancock sisters.