Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 105 Soul-Soul Fruit - Enhancement

After the Battle of Qingting Island, the cold and eerie energy of the Soul-Soul Fruit surged within Euron's body, eventually condensing into a clear number—[Soul Points: 3280].

Euron now realized that the secret of Soul Points lay not in the number of lives, but in the strength of one's soul.

Sometimes, a seemingly ordinary deceased soul can offer up to 15 points of brilliant radiance, while at other times, the soul of a strong warrior can only yield a meager 3 points. The strength of the soul has nothing to do with the physical power or the manifestation of wisdom; it concerns something deeper, more essential, yet elusive. However, Euron has no intention of delving into this; he is not a scholar of the soul, but rather a extractor of power. What Euron truly cares about is the "nourishment" these points can be exchanged for, and when the next war, which will bring even more points and benefits, will break out.

Euron stared at the tiny cluster of flames hovering above his palm. It was only the size of two fingernails, flickering erratically, yet it contained a nascent, pure elemental energy. This was a tiny elemental life form he had created earlier using the strange power of the Soul-Soul Fruit.

Without the slightest hesitation, with a thought, the vast amount of soul points harvested in the Battle of Qingting Island began to pour into it like a flood. The points were consumed rapidly, and the numbers plummeted. A full thousand points of soul energy were transformed into invisible nourishment, greedily devoured by that tiny flame.

The effect was immediate. The flame suddenly contracted inward, then expanded rapidly. When it stabilized, it was the size of a billiard ball, burning more steadily and brightly. The light and heat it emitted illuminated the entire sealed room, making it flicker, and the air began to distort slightly.

Euron's gaze remained calm as he continued to pour in the energy. Another thousand soul points vanished. This time, the flame's size did not increase significantly, but the color of its core gradually shifted from orange-red to an almost blinding incandescent white! The temperature it emitted suddenly soared, and a wave of heat swept over us. Even the stone bricks beneath our feet began to scorch slightly, as if it were a miniature, compressed sun.

The three thousand soul points were infused into the flame. This time, the change was more subtle. The size of the flame only increased slightly, but its leaping motion underwent a qualitative leap—it was no longer merely burning, but dancing lightly on Euron's fingertips.

Spinning, as if possessing the simplest consciousness, conveys a kind of innocent and pure joy, like a newborn infant expressing its delight to the Creator.

At this point, only 280 soul points remained. Euron keenly sensed that further investment in this flame would hardly bring about a significant qualitative change. He decisively stopped pouring the energy in.

However, he didn't keep those remaining points. Instead, he channeled two hundred of them into nothingness through the forbidden power of the Soul Fruit—a power that connected life and death and shaped souls. Energy gathered, distorted, and transformed—gradually, a jet-black thundercloud, smaller than the palm of his hand, condensed above his other hand. Within the cloud, tiny black lightning bolts darted silently, emanating a somber and dangerous aura completely different from the blazing flames.

Another new elemental life was born here—Thundercloud: Thor.

The Soul-Soul Fruit can create all sorts of elemental life forms, and Euron chose fire and thunderclouds!

In the world of One Piece, Charlotte Linlin, captain of the Big Mom Pirates and one of the Four Emperors who possesses this Devil Fruit, created two life forms: fire and thundercloud. Euron had witnessed their power, so creating these two elemental life forms was the safest option.

The newly formed black thundercloud was still rolling silently in the corner, with occasional tiny bolts of lightning flashing in the clouds, but they were still weak and not of great use.

On the other side, the cluster of fire elements, nurtured and strengthened by Euron with a full three thousand points of soul energy, has, after these days of refinement, become a formidable support force in battle.

Euron stood in the courtyard, and with a slight thought, the flame he had named "Apollo" joyfully leaped onto the blade in his hand.

In an instant, the cold steel was engulfed in blazing white flames, the blade slicing through the air and bringing with it a scorching heat wave. Each slash was not only incredibly powerful, but also produced flying sparks that could ignite everything around it; with each parry, the opponent not only had to endure the immense force of the clashing weapons, but also be scorched by the terrifying heat.

He opened his palm, and Apollo obediently floated above him, then, at his will, suddenly spat out a concentrated tongue of fire. The temperature was extremely high, enough to ignite leather and wood in an instant, and even scorch and cook flesh and blood.

He could also throw it like a stone, the fireball accurately hitting the wooden target in the distance, exploding with a bang, turning into a huge fireball, with fragments flying everywhere, its power astonishing.

The most challenging application is to briefly possess the target. Currently, it can only barely envelop one of its arms in flames, transforming it into a blazing arm of fire. A punch thrown from this arm inflicts both physical impact and burning damage, but it consumes a huge amount of energy and is difficult to sustain.

To further explore its potential, Euron summoned the red priestess Gwendolyn and the shadowbinder Evelyn. He made no attempt to conceal his demonstration of Apollo's various forms before them, then turned his gaze to these two experts in deep-spectrum energy manipulation.

"Gwendolyn," he began, flames dancing at his fingertips, reflecting in his deep eyes, "your Lord of Light wields fire as easily as breathing. And you, Evelyn, your manipulation of shadows is also a transformation of energy." He manipulated Apollo into various intricate movements. "Tell me, what are your insights into it? How can it be more effectively integrated into the art of killing?"

The red priestess Gwendolyn gazed at the flame that danced merrily at Euron's fingertips, as if it were her own arm. For the first time, her eyes, which were usually filled with pious fervor only for the Lord of Light, R'hllor, revealed a look of near-shocked bewilderment and amazement.

“This is no ordinary fire,” her voice was slightly hoarse with astonishment, “nor is it the sacred fire that my Lord bestows upon believers. The fire of Rahlo requires faith and prayer as fuel; it is a manifestation of divine power. But this…” She watched as the flame deftly split into two streams, then merged back into one, “it seems to be a nascent spirit of fire itself, an elemental servant with simple consciousness. My lord, you are not ‘manipulating’ the fire; you are ‘commanding’ a living flame. This is unheard of even in the records of Asshai.”

She stepped forward, her fingertips tentatively approaching, feeling the pure heat, her tone growing increasingly fervent and awe-inspiring: "My suggestion is to nurture it, like nurturing a child. Perhaps you could try letting it consume different fuels—special oils, magical wood, even powerful blood—and observe whether it grows and changes differently. At the same time, sir, you might try to connect your will more deeply with it, not as commands, but as guidance, so that it understands your killing intent and tactics, becoming a true extension of yourself on the battlefield."

On the other side, the aura surrounding the Shadowbinder Evelyn seemed even more obscure and difficult to discern, as if even her own shadow was avoiding the light of the flames. Her face was hidden in the deep shadow of her hood, utterly silent, yet that silence revealed an extremely focused scrutiny.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice low and smooth, yet carrying an anatomical calm: "Wonderful. This defies common sense. In Assassin, we strip away the shadows, weave illusions, but imbue the elements with fundamental consciousness. This is a power akin to that of a creator." She seemed to see beyond the essential, "Its current form may be far from its ultimate end."

Her suggestion was even more bizarre and dangerous: "Heat and light are its appearance, but also its constraint. Since it already possesses the rudiments of consciousness, why not teach it to 'hide'? I could try injecting a trace of the essence of shadow into its core, not to extinguish it, but to teach it to conceal its light and heat when needed, transforming it into a silent dark fire that invades the enemy's body before erupting. Or I could teach it to split, so that even a tiny spark can parasitize a living organism, burning slowly from the inside out."

That would be a truly inextinguishable source of fear.

Two women from a mysterious land offer two drastically different paths: one leading to divine nourishment and harmony, the other to sinister transformation and assassination.

Euron nodded, indicating that every path was worth trying, recalling that Charlotte Linlin's flames also needed to consume other flames.

I wonder if the dragon flames will make it stronger? Looking forward to it.