One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

Author: Shuigong Daoren

Summary:

My new book, "I, the Ultimate Creature, Also Want to Be the Pirate King," has been signed. Welcome to read and add it to your collection.

In the Great Pirate Era, heroes rose up, the strong destroyed islands and countries, and annihilated the world.

A boy who ate the Kirin Fruit, a Mythical Zoan-type Devil Fruit, emerged from the North Sea and rose to the position of Blue Kirin General in endless battles.

Kill Doflamingo, slay Weevil, and destroy Big Mom's pirate crew.

Slay the Golden Lion, the Marineford War, Devil Fruit awakening, defeat Whitebeard, and end the Whitebeard Pirates!

To clash with Kaido and become the new strongest creature on land, sea, and air!

When the world sinks into the sea, millions of islands are submerged, and order collapses, countless warships set sail to save the world.

"Anyone can become a savior of the world, except for pirates."

"If the world is destroyed, then rebuild the world. The essence of Devil Fruits is not to make people slaves to power, but to give you the power to save the world."

"If this is a dream, then I am willing to remain asleep forever."

"Im! Come out and fight!"

Chapter 1 Weakness is the Original Sin

Early summer of the year 1515 in the Haiyuan calendar.

Beihai, Kingdom of Lubnilu, Red Leaf Village.

Orange-red flames licked at the collapsed houses, foul-smelling blood mingled with the soil, and twisted, broken limbs resembled shattered porcelain, transforming this isolated island at sea into a scene of purgatory.

Luo Xia stretched out his withered hands and dug continuously among the ruins.

The ash he stirred up covered his head and face, and the wood and soil his hands touched were still scalding hot, burning his hands until they turned red and blistered.

But he seemed oblivious, unable to feel the pain, and continued digging desperately.

His blank expression gradually twisted and became ferocious, his mouth turned up, revealing white teeth, like a bloodthirsty hyena.

By flipping aside a charred and broken wooden plank, Rorschach finally found what he was looking for.

A corpse that smelled of burning.

The corpse was dressed in simple linen clothes, curled up with its back to him, its exposed skin a dark red, like the surface of solidified lava.

This is a short, withered old man.

The moment Luo Xia saw the old man, the ferocious look on his face faded, replaced by a gentle expression.

He gently picked up the curled-up old man and held him in his arms, as if he were holding a sleeping baby.

The old man's face was well preserved, but his expression was one of pain, with his eyes wide open. His wrinkled face showed no sign of ferocity, only a mixture of relief and guilt.

Rorschach noticed that in his right hand, which was clenched tightly over his abdomen, he was holding something dark and indistinct.

He reached out to take it.

The old man's hands were clenched tightly, as if he were holding the most important thing in his life.

It was a piece of bread, a piece of black bread.

A piece of black bread as hard as a rock, capable of causing a bloody head wound if smashed on it.

goo goo...

The intestines in my stomach were churning, making clear gurgling sounds.

"Don't make a sound..."

Rorschach whispered, putting the hard piece of black bread back into the old man's hand, and then gently placed the old man on the ground.

goo goo...

"I told you to stop making noise..."

He spread his bony fingers and began digging a hole in the ground.

The ground, hardened by the fire, was as hard as iron. His ten fingers were soon bleeding profusely from digging, but Luo Xia seemed oblivious and dug faster and faster.

goo goo...

"I told you to stop yelling!"

boom!

A withered fist slammed into his abdomen. Luo Xia's mouth opened, bloody saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes gradually filled with blood, and he turned his head to look behind him.

"Soon... we'll be full."

The laughter and curses, along with the woman's painful groans, gradually became clearer in my ears.

"Hahaha! My little minions! Let me vent my anger to my heart's content! These foolish, weak commoners have no self-awareness whatsoever. Just obediently hand over the women, food, and treasures, and that will be enough. If you insist on resisting, then be prepared to be slaughtered!"

"They're as weak as insects, yet they dare to bargain with us, saying everyone will starve without food. Heh heh heh, and they even threaten us with the navy. They're incredibly stupid. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of these remote islands in the North Blue. How can the righteous navy possibly handle them all? Besides, who do they think I am? I'm Jericho the Ripper, with a bounty of 1600 million Berries!"

"That's right! With Captain Jericho's power, even if a navy warship came, it would just be food for us!"

"I never expected my first raid to be so enjoyable. Being a pirate is so liberating! Following Captain Jericho was the wisest decision I've ever made! Cheers to the great Captain Jericho!"

The pirates, arms around each other and laughing, strolled through the village glowing red, bottles of liquor in their hands. They would occasionally comment on the collapsed houses and the corpses on the ground, showing off their masterpieces.

Suddenly, a drunken pirate blinked his blurry eyes and saw an unusually tall figure kneeling in the ruins with his back to them, doing something strange.

"Who? Who's there?!"

The pirate shouted, and saw the tall figure pause, stiffly turning his head to look in their direction.

The moment the pirate saw the face, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Terrified, he lost his footing and fell to the ground, screaming, "A ghost! A ghost! The dead villagers have become ghosts!"

"What's all the noise about! There are no ghosts in this world! You call yourself a pirate, what a coward... hiss..."

Jericho, who was 1.8 meters tall and had a strong physique, shouted and followed the pirate's gaze. He saw a man who was at least 2.3 meters tall and was skin and bones, slowly getting up from in front of a collapsed wooden house.

As the other person turned their head, Jericho saw a face with sunken eyes, prominent cheekbones, and a head of pale, disheveled hair.

Two bloodshot eyes and a wide-open mouth exuded an inhuman aura.

His overly thin and bony figure made him look like a walking skeleton.

No wonder his ruthless subordinates were so terrified by his ghostly appearance.

Even Jericho himself was taken aback, as he was caught off guard.

The atmosphere in the arena became oppressive for a moment, and the pirates dared not breathe, for fear of disturbing the skeleton in front of them.

This eerie atmosphere didn't last long. A gurgling sound came from the belly of the skeleton that was walking towards them, breaking the silence.

"Damn it! It was just a penniless bastard who slipped through the net!" The pirates' faces twitched, and while they breathed a sigh of relief, a deep sense of humiliation welled up in their hearts.

They were almost paralyzed with fear by a starving, impoverished commoner.

"Damn it, let me kill him!"

Enraged, a pirate drew his short-handled flintlock pistol and began clumsily loading gunpowder into the barrel.

"Don't waste bullets. There's no need to even use a knife to deal with this pauper. That skeletal body of his would break in a gust of wind, wouldn't it? Let me dismantle him into bone fragments!"

The pirate who had fallen to the ground in fright grinned and strode forward, charging toward Rorschach who was walking towards him.

He picked up a stick from the ground, its tip still sparking, and looked at Luo Xia, who was walking slowly, with a wicked grin. Suddenly, he gripped the bottom of the stick with both hands and stabbed it straight at Luo Xia's abdomen.

"Kid, you dare to play tricks and scare me half to death! I'll teach you a lesson!"

The pirate's treacherous actions drew laughter from the other pirates behind him.

"Hahaha, old Jerry is too insidious. The other person is already in such a miserable state, and he still uses such a despicable trick."

"Exactly, didn't you hear the rumbling in his stomach? Can't you have a little mercy and give him a quick death? Hahaha."

laugh……

The skin and flesh were charred, emitting a foul-smelling black smoke.

A smug smile spread across Old Jerry's face. Just as he was about to make a few jokes, he saw a withered hand emerge from the black smoke, its five fingers digging fiercely into his facial features, lifting Old Jerry, who was screaming in agony, into the air.

The terrifying, demonic face drew closer, and asked in a murmured voice:

"Tell me, is weakness a sin?"

Chapter 2 Darkness Sprouts

"what!"

Old Jerry's heart-wrenching, agonizing screams scraped against the eardrums of the surrounding pirates, wiping the smiles off everyone's faces like chickens being choked.

"It hurts! Let me go! Let me go now!"

Amidst the excruciating pain, old Jerry's senses became exceptionally acute.

He could almost feel his soft, tofu-like brain being squeezed by a few withered fingers, about to burst open at any moment.

Everything was pitch black, and warm liquid was flowing from his eye sockets, just like from his groin.

The only difference is that the discharge from the eyes is red, while the discharge from the groin is yellow.

"Damn it! Kill him! Kill him now!"

The sudden turn of events startled all the pirates for a moment, and then they drew their swords and pistols, rushing towards them from all directions.

Surrounded by wolves, Rorschach held old Jerry's face up to his face with his right hand, his expression a mixture of crying and not crying.

"You know what? I thought this would be a wonderful life, a new journey in my short life compared to the dark fate of my previous life."

"I waited twelve years, but I didn't see those companions who roamed the seas freely in the name of dreams. Instead, I was met with an insatiable stomach, a band of piracy and murder, and the death of my ordinary father who only knew how to fish!"

Blood filled Rorschach's eyes, making his already deep-set eye sockets appear as if they were glowing with two balls of blood.

"Tell me! Why is this?!"

An overwhelming sense of grief and indignation threatened to burst his soul and body from within.