Starting as a pirate, he rose to become the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society.

Chapter 316 Can the Homies I created eat Devil Fruits?

On the edge of a landfill in Flornick.

In the dark alley, several street thugs with strangely dyed hair were huddled in a corner, watching with horrified expressions as a figure carrying a corpse slowly walked towards them.

"Don't come any closer!!!"

"Spare me."

The figure walking towards them was none other than Bane. He was testing his abilities, so he didn't just casually kill the thugs who had just been murdering and robbing in the junkyard. He simply tortured one of them to death and then carried his corpse, creating a terrifying atmosphere.

Make these people fear him.

As these feelings of fear arose, Bane could clearly feel the other person's soul stirring, trembling, and shaking.

With a steady step, he landed in front of the thugs huddled in the corner. Immediately, the ground beneath his feet ignited with a ghostly green soul flame tinged with dark elements. This flame spread rapidly upwards from the sole of Bane's shoe, and in almost an instant, Bane looked like a demon straight out of hell, his appearance grotesque and terrifying.

This change shattered the psychological defenses of those petty thugs, who screamed in terror, soiling themselves in the process.

"demon."

"You're a demon who escaped from hell!!!"

"Don't kill me!"

Bane remained silent, but slowly extended his palm and gently pulled at each of them. Then, the eerie green souls within them were pulled out by Bane and devoured like delicious desserts.

"Is this the taste of the soul? Tsk tsk." Bane didn't continue his description.

At this moment, the thugs huddled together were all foaming at the mouth and had lost their vital signs.

"As long as someone is afraid of me, I can seize their soul power and kill them directly. Charlotte Linlin's ability is really monstrous," Bane clicked his tongue.

But thinking about it carefully, this thing is just like the early stages of Conqueror's Haki, it seems to only work on grunts.

Just then, as if sensing something, he looked into the shadowy corner not far away and saw a faint soul floating there, dazed and confused. It wasn't the soul of the thugs he had killed; it was probably some unlucky fellow.

Before eating the Soul-Soul Fruit, Bane had not noticed the existence of these 'ghosts'. But since eating the Soul-Soul Fruit, he has frequently encountered these 'wandering spirits' in the past few days.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that their souls are constantly dissipating, gradually becoming thinner, and may completely disappear in a few days.

These ghosts pose no threat whatsoever; they have almost no consciousness, do not harm passersby, and do not exhibit any strange or eerie behavior.

"Could it be that there is no pure land or a place like the underworld in this world?" Bane wondered with a slight doubt, but soon stopped thinking about it.

At least in this situation, it doesn't really concern him right now.

Emerging from the dark alley, Bane quickly found a shady spot under a tree, moved a stone stool, and sat down to ponder his new ability.

Basically, there are no major difficulties in the current development; simply copying Charlotte Linlin's style shouldn't be a problem.

For example, he can steal the opponent's soul to heal his own injuries. This has already been tested and works perfectly. In fact, with the added power of the Dark-Dark Fruit, the healing speed becomes incredibly fast, further enhancing Bane's survivability.

Bane also tried to create a Homie. Yesterday, he used the soul power he had stolen to make a tree speak. It was almost identical to the Homie he remembered. However, after the experiment, Bane destroyed the Homie.

Unlike Charlotte Linlin, Bane's body truly craved the power of the soul, just as he had just devoured the souls of those thugs, which gave him immense pleasure.

This kind of soul-devouring has a slight, or even almost no, effect. If it weren't for careful observation over the past few days, one wouldn't be able to perceive that Bane's physical strength had increased by a tiny bit.

This means that if he devours a large number of souls, he can strengthen himself.

But this whole thing sounds pretty villainous.

Moreover, Bane felt that consuming these people's souls was not pure enough. These people's souls contained too many "disgusting" things. Perhaps there would be some improvement, but there was also a lot of impurities accumulated. If Bane digested them himself, but if he consumed too many at once, it would definitely have an impact on himself.

Therefore, at this stage, Bane has no intention of becoming a great demon king who devours souls.

Let's see if there's any opportunity for change later. At least we need to find a way to purify it.

Just as Bane was thinking about these things, a bald man who was stronger than Bane, or at least looked so, walked up to Bane with a fierce expression.

"Hey, you bastard, you look pretty good. You must be an ability user, right? Physical enhancement?" The bald man glared menacingly at Bane. "I don't need to say more. It's obvious with my eyes that I'm an ability user like you, and even stronger than you. Want to be my underling?"

"What if I say no?" Bane looked up at the bald man and asked.

"Then I'll beat you to death right here, which will reduce one potential opponent," the bald man said with a fierce smile.

Hearing this, Bane sighed softly and said with some helplessness, "Flonick used to be a star city in the West, repeatedly rated as a civilized city with good public security. How come it has become worse than Sphinx Street, the most chaotic street in Newdale, in the blink of an eye? Is this the effect of the collapse of order?"

After muttering something, Bane stood up, grabbed the bald man's head, and said, "I was just thinking of trying out some new abilities, here you go."

As soon as Bane made his move, the bald man tried to fight back and teach the guy a lesson, but he found that he couldn't break free from the terrifying force coming from Bane's head. He even felt like his head was about to be crushed.

A barrage of punches and kicks rained down on Bane, but they couldn't shake his seemingly weaker body. Coupled with the pain in his head, fear welled up inside him.

The moment his fear arose, Bane sensed the fluctuation of his soul in his hand, and then immediately pulled half of the man's soul out of his body.

This time, Bane didn't devour it, but instead held the ball of eerie green soul energy in his hand and played with it repeatedly.

As the power of darkness gradually seeped into this mass of soul energy, it slowly transformed the other's soul into a bizarre state of 'fel energy'. At this moment, Bane turned around and poured the soul, now imbued with his dark elements, back into the bald man's body.

When the soul imbued with dark energy was forcibly injected into his body, the bald man's limbs began to twist unnaturally, his muscular body twitched strangely, dark ripples spread in his pupils, and he began to go mad.

Bane didn't stop him from doing anything, and just sat quietly in the shade of the tree, watching the guy go crazy. Soon, the bald man smashed his head against the sharp corner of the curb in the distance and died.

"At least he didn't die immediately, but went mad. He was clearly not used to the soul I 'reshaped' and poured into his body. But this just proves that if I could be gentler and more delicate in shaping the soul, perhaps this maladjustment would be much less," Bane stroked his chin, pondering to himself.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Charlotte Linlin is unable to infuse her soul into a corpse or a human body other than herself, but she seems to be able to?

Is it because the rules of this world are different? Or is there no Yomi (underworld) like in the One Piece world? Or perhaps it's because his dark power has some influence?

The specific reason is unknown, but we can practice it more and study it further in the future.

"Speaking of which, there are so many strange and unusual abilities in this world, is there any information about soul abilities?" Bane wondered with some anticipation.

After thinking for a while, Bane put the idea of ​​development aside for the time being, and then looked down at the Chatar Army Lieutenant-level hand cannon hanging on his waist—the Angry Bull Type VI.

Back then, he traded a property for this cannon from Frant, a shady black market dealer.

After arriving in the world of One Piece, he only used it a few times. Clearly, the hand cannon that could blast Fishmen to smithereens in one shot is now somewhat outdated in terms of his strength.

Bane hasn't used this thing in a long time. He only takes it out occasionally as a toy and a keepsake, just to play with it for a while.

"Homie," Bane murmured softly, then a dark, emerald-green "fel" soul power emanated from his hand.

Unlike the soul power of the past, this is the power of his personal soul. If a Homie is created using this soul, the result will be a Homie of the same level as the Napoleon in Charlotte Linlin's possession.

This fel-like soul power does not indicate a mutation in Bane's soul; it is merely the fusion of two forces. If needed, Bane can restore his soul to its pure, pale green hue at any time.

But since the goal is to create such a high-end Homie, why not try adding some dark power? What if it becomes even stronger? Even if it doesn't work, it can be recycled without any loss.

This is why Bane wanted to use this kind of "fel soul".

Without hesitation, Bane immediately slapped the soul onto the hand cannon at his waist. Soon, the hand cannon seemed to come alive, and the bull pattern drawn on it emitted a dark black light. Then, its eyes opened, as if it were looking at the world for the first time, full of curiosity.

Soon, the bull noticed its creator, and the spiritual connection it felt filled it with awe and submission.

"Master, please give me a name." The bull's voice was deep, yet full of power.

"Interesting." Bane grinned, picked up the hand cannon and brandished it a couple of times, then said with a smile, "I'll call you the Bull of Heaven, Gugalana."

After a slight pause, Bane asked again, "So, what abilities do you have?"

"Ah," Gugalan's bull depicted on the gunshot looked slightly embarrassed, then said, "It doesn't seem to have any special abilities."

"Useless." A look of shame and anger flashed in Bane's eyes, and he immediately prepared to eliminate this incompetent guy.

Seemingly sensing Bane's murderous intent, Gugalana quickly said, "Master, wait a moment. I can unleash the power of a hand cannon without needing ammunition."

"The power of a hand cannon? That's still useless. At least you can breathe fire or something!" Bane said angrily.

Charlotte Linlin's Heavenly Fire and Thunderclap skills are so cool!

Huh? It seems that thing was created by Charlotte Linlin capturing fire and lightning, giving life to these two elements? Oops, is this problem with me?

Thinking of this, Bane looked down at the somewhat frightened Gugalana and pondered for a moment before saying, "Perhaps we could try to grant you some elemental power... hmm?"

Suddenly, as if he had just thought of something, Bane's eyes lit up, and he asked with a hint of anticipation, "By the way, can this thing eat Devil Fruits!?"

(End of this chapter)