The Legendary Family of One Piece

Chapter 256 A Specialist in Curing All Dissent

Hibernite Military Academy.

The latest cohort of new students held their general assembly.

Metis held a book in his right hand, titled "The Book of Truth of the Heberfeller Family".

This was a spiritual code that he and his brother Ivan had painstakingly created based on Mr. Charlotte's ideas.

Both he and Ivan believed that a heart without ideological support is empty and meaningless, and is not qualified to be a member of their Heberfeller family.

To this end, a special lesson on the ideals of a utopian land was designed to promote the lofty ideals of Lord Heberfeller Charlotte.

He is the spiritual transmitter, inheritor, and promoter of Mr. Charlotte of the Heberfeller family... It is his duty to do such a great and glorious work.

In the square, each person had a copy of "The Book of Truth" by Heberfellow.

A green-haired guy in the audience scoffed.

He was the youngest spy trained by the Navy Headquarters, a man with a powerful mind.

"Hippophrenia: The Book of Truth!"

Hariri looked at the nonsensical book titles in front of him and felt contempt. What kind of fancy stuff was this?

Returning the Book of Truth? What a boastful tone.

He spent three months perfectly blending into a group of orphans, using this as an opportunity to infiltrate the Heberfeller family.

Because of his flawless performance, he entered the Heberfeller Military Academy with ease and success.

This mysterious military base has now been entered by Hariri in an unprecedented move.

Hariri turned his gaze to Mitis on the platform once more, a cold smile creeping across his face.

Looking at the fresh, youthful faces below the stage, Mitis felt incredibly excited.

The Heberfeller family is truly becoming more and more powerful, and more people should come to understand Mr. Charlotte's greatness.

The ideal land will surely illuminate the world!

With the book in his hand, Mithris immediately activated his Devil Fruit power.

"Truth and Dreams!!!"

In an instant, books floated in mid-air, using the Heberfeller family's Book of Truth as a medium.

"Everyone, please cover it with your hands!"

Mitis's voice rang out calmly.

Hariri's eyes flickered.

This was the power of the Paramecia-type Book-Book Fruit, and for a moment he felt a little flustered, as he didn't quite understand what kind of power this Devil Fruit possessed.

After all, the Hibernian family has always been very mysterious. Although they know what Mitis's Devil Fruit is, there is not much information available about the actual abilities he possesses.

It's really hard to tell whether someone has special abilities.

However, everyone around him followed the instructions and touched the book with one hand, instantly closing their eyes.

Seeing this, Hariri knew very well that if he refused, his identity would be easily exposed, and his mission would be a complete failure.

With that thought in mind, Hariri gritted his teeth and did as Mitis said, placing his hands on the book.

Everyone who touched the book fell silent, and the entire square was instantly transported into some kind of illusion.

Seeing everyone seemingly asleep, Mitis smiled.

His idea was inspired by Mr. Charlotte.

You should know that Mr. Charlotte once told him to try using the power of the Devil Fruit to create illusions through the content of the Bible as a means of purifying people's spirits.

He remembered it very carefully.

And this is the new ability he has developed.

His Book-Book Fruit can transform the contents of a book into the power of dreams, drawing people into them. Within the dream, he can materialize everything, which is quite terrifying.

Those who fall into this trap will be powerless to resist, like lambs to the slaughter.

Today, he uses the Heberian Book of Truth as a medium to develop a dreamlike realm of spiritual baptism, with the aim of allowing more people to undergo a subtle spiritual cleansing.

Plant the glorious concept of an "ideal homeland" deep within your heart.

This is the ideological weapon of Hismitia, used to subdue all kinds of dissent.

Metis opened the "Book of Truth" by Heberfellow and began his impassioned speech... no, it was more like brainwashing.

It can be said that this developed ability is similar to the power of the Wash Fruit to cleanse the human soul.

Hariri, with his eyes close to his surroundings, was completely immersed in a peaceful dream.

The surroundings were filled with a dreamlike and peaceful atmosphere, and my originally uneasy mood inexplicably calmed down completely.

All sorts of dreamy bubbles appeared around him.

Those dreamy bubbles flashed by, and inside them were memories of many people, like watching a replay, which was quite interesting.

Hariri couldn't resist poking it with one hand, and the scene instantly changed...

On the path of life, everyone's life experiences are different. In a world without fairness, meaningless deaths are the final destination for the vast majority of people.

In this world where we can leave at any moment, we don't even have time to say goodbye. The words we can't say and the things we can't do eventually turn into the bitterest tears at our graves.

Fate is like time, which cannot be turned back, and it is an unstoppable torrent. You will never know what fate awaits you in the next second in a world without human rights and fairness.

As Hariri listened to these whispers, his body underwent constant changes without him even realizing it; he seemed to be experiencing another person's entire life...

Hariri wore heavy shackles and chains, heavy and oppressive, his battered body covered with horrific marks left by his master's whippings.

What kind of sorrow is it to be a slave who has no choice even over life and death?

In the seemingly luxurious garden square, a group of exquisitely dressed and dignified nobles chatted and laughed casually, while in a corner, a group of ragged slaves waited like livestock!

Suddenly, a familiar figure came into his somewhat numb eyes, and a voice, low and incredulous, whispered, "Dad!"

The father and son were overwhelmed with emotion during their brief reunion. Hariri carefully concealed the scars on his back, seemingly unwilling to worry his father.

Even as a slave, Hariri's father forced a smile, trying to bring a ray of warmth to his child's cold life.

"Daddy, I miss you so much! My owner is very good to me, so don't worry. How's Mommy? Is she here?"

Young Hariri's voice was childish, but his eyes shone with light, as if his parents were still alive, and he was not an orphan, even as a slave.

Hariri's father, with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face, gently stroked his son's head. "Your mother is dead!!!"

At this moment, the strong-willed Hariri could no longer hold back, and even though he bit his lip tightly, he could not stop the tears from flowing like a spring.

"Don't be sad, dying is luckier than living like this, Hariri!"

Hariri's father spoke with tears streaming down his face, thankful that his wife had escaped this hellish life.

"Hariri, remember, light will always come. Don't lose hope. The Land of the Immortals exists. There is peace, freedom, and happiness there... They will surely come to earth and save the suffering people."

However, Hariri was still in tears; the impact of his mother's death on a child is unimaginable.

As soon as he finished speaking, the father, with tears streaming down his face despite his forced smile, danced joyfully. His burly body looked somewhat comical. He was enduring the grief of his wife's death and giving his son the hope to live on.

"Bang!!!"

A piercing gunshot rang out, and the father's tall figure slowly fell to the ground, blood pooling on the floor. The crimson blood completely broke Hariri.

"Damn lowly slave, what are you doing shouting like that?"

The enraged nobleman threw down his gun, his face contorted with displeasure that the slave had interrupted his enjoyment.

Hariri watched his father leave with a smile, his mind blank.

His tears flowed uncontrollably, but with the departure of his loved ones, he wasn't even allowed the right to cry out loud...

"The ideal land!!!"

Hariri's numb expression still showed that he remembered his father's last words.

The scenes keep changing, revealing one tragic story after another, filled with violence, sorrow, and injustice...

The world is full of injustice and tragedy, and those living in hell live numbly, feeling like each day is an eternity.

I have long since lost all hope for tomorrow.

Metis stood on the high platform, looking at the children in the square with tears streaming down their faces, and murmured softly.

"Only in this way can you truly understand how great Mr. Charlotte's ideal of a utopian land is."

(End of this chapter)