Settsetse! The Pirate Nemesis

He gripped the iron-gray technological spear tightly. Under the world's uniquely bizarre technology tree, intense electric light began to flicker at the spear tip with each movement of Judge. Crackling and popping, it left a trail of ionized, foul smells in the air.

"Just obediently prepare to die!!!"

With that, he swung his spear violently. The ever-concentrating high pressure condensed into a golden flash the moment it was swung. But to think that such an attack could harm Sett was nothing short of a pipe dream. His entire body, shrouded in black, his steel-like form shattered the oncoming lightning.

"Not bad!" Slightly excited, Sett stretched his limbs and said with a cold laugh, "But you don't seem to care that the child was being bullied?!"

"That's because they're too weak!" Judge didn't hide his educational philosophy in response to Sett's question; "The law of this sea is survival of the fittest, the strong prey on the weak!! So-called compassion and mercy only make people weak and helpless! Helping the weak is utterly devoid of the honor befitting royalty—I should thank you for that!"

Judge said coldly, "At least you've taught these good-for-nothing kids what shame is! This hatred will become the driving force for their growth!!"

Upon hearing Judge's words, Sett stroked his chin meaningfully; "I think you disgusting scum should all learn from me."

"Ok?"

“At least I know I’m a scumbag and a villain. I never pretend to be some kind of good guy, hero, or savior. Whether I save or beat others, it’s all based on pure desire and doing whatever I want.” Sett pointed to himself with his thumb, then said with a look of disdain, “But can’t you guys have any self-awareness?”

"It's obvious that you're incompetent, yet you're making excuses to put the pressure on your kids. A bunch of little brats who haven't even dug a bird's egg are already following you to learn anti-human and anti-social things. And you keep saying it's for their own good? If you ask me, that's bullshit."

As he spoke, Sett gave Judge a thumbs-down.

"Hmph!" Ignoring Sett's words completely, Judge simply said dismissively, "It seems you're not just arrogant... but also stupid. Perhaps I should lower my threat level towards you!"

"That would be perfect! My favorite thing is to blow someone's head off when they look at me with disdain!!!"

A smile crept across his lips, and then, the "Subduing the Enemy's Might" technique was activated. A sudden burst of air followed, and his incredibly swift body became a blur in an instant. The 30% speed boost from the skill would be enough to influence the entire course of a battle in reality!

Although he was a scholar, he knew that the main theme of this world's battlefield was still boarding action, so Judge's physique was in no way inferior to those famous pirates.

Even if he is not as good as others, it doesn't matter, because Judge's greatest strength is always his own mind.

Through continuous research and improvement, at least in the North Sea, Judge, wearing his battle suit, fears no enemy!

The built-in radar, combined with Observation Haki, quickly tracked Sett's trajectory—though blurry, it was enough. A spear swept through the air, a heavy force bearing down. Using calculation, he perfectly parried Sett's bombardment. But Judge didn't relax; on the contrary, he seemed puzzled—because Sett had stopped attacking.

141·Fatal Tempo

Why did he stop attacking?!

Looking at Sett in front of him, Judge was surprised to find that Sett did not continue to attack after throwing the first punch.

Instead, they chose to stand still, seemingly waiting for something.

A moment later—or rather, one and a half seconds later. In Judge's view, Sett's body seemed to have been injected with something; his already surging blood and qi swelled and became violent in that instant.

Nodding in satisfaction, Sett lowered his center of gravity slightly as he looked at Judge in front of him.

Six seconds.

"Ok?"

Judge was somewhat confused by Sett's meaning. Seeing this, Sett said, "Hold on for as long as you can, six seconds."

This is not an overestimation; Lethal Tempo is a significant leap forward for Sett—while both increase attack speed, Hail of Blades primarily accelerates damage output, not increases it. After three punches, his speed returns to normal. He might quickly establish an advantage, but he certainly cannot maintain it.

Similarly, Press the Attack also increases damage output. However, the damage increase from Press the Attack is vastly different from that of Lethal Tempo. More often than not, Press the Attack is triggered to activate its third hit. The subsequent damage increase is relatively limited – after all, enemies won't just stand there and let you attack them.

Unlike Lethal Tempo, once triggered, even in a game where a team fight only lasts a dozen seconds, a 90% speed boost in reality is enough to double a person's damage output!

Right now, his surging blood energy is like a roaring air pump. With the added power of his berserk state, Sett's every move causes intense air friction.

boom!!!

An airburst rang out, and Sett's body left a trail of blood in the air—blood gushed from his tough veins, and the moment the Deadly Rhythm was triggered, Sett's heart rate was further guaranteed—this was not a game, and all rune effects would directly affect Sett's body.

The same applies to forceful attacks. Essentially, it involves using one's own power to mark the enemy, and then continuously accumulating and detonating these latent forces to create weaknesses for attack.

Everything was fine before, because even the Conqueror's Blade only provided a brief, instantaneous burst of power. But Lethal Tempo is different.

For six seconds straight, Sett's heart pumped relentlessly, almost squeezing out every last drop of life force. Crimson blood, under increasing pressure, rapidly transported oxygen throughout his body. Blood vessels have their limits. Just like now, the ever-increasing pressure forced the blood flow to increase further, until Sett's capillaries burst. The ruptured blood seeped through his skin, its increased speed causing further friction with the air, turning the gushing blood into a crimson mist wherever it went!

wrong!!

Upon noticing the changes in Sett, Judge's expression turned serious. Although he couldn't directly sense how much Sett's strength and speed had increased thanks to the suit's feedback, he could determine Sett's current physical data through air sensing.

Body temperature rises, heart rate increases, and blood vessels burst... these are all things that can be felt directly.

Just as Judge was still wondering what changes had occurred to Sett, a rapid, heavy heartbeat, like the pounding of a drum, suddenly rang out. Then, accompanied by a crimson trail, Sett vanished from Judge's sight.

Instinctively, he looked towards his front, or rather, beneath him. Lowering his center of gravity, those beast-like eyes were fixed intently on him. This time, even his battle suit couldn't detect Sett's attack trajectory. Only when the fist landed on his body did his Observation Haki belatedly warn Judge of impending danger!

Without any fancy tricks, a simple uppercut landed squarely on Judge's abdomen. Even the protective suit was useless; the heavy force was transferred into his body the instant it struck, and his soft internal organs were thrown about and torn apart.

A strong urge to vomit surged up, but before Judge could make a move, Sett's second punch came at a speed far beyond his expectations.

Like a storm, it was devoid of any technical skill. Judge's research abilities were top-notch even in this world—he was able to discover and modify the genetic factors that served as the blueprint for life, enhancing them. This alone established Judge's identity and capabilities as a scholar.

However, this also means that Judge will never be able to defeat Sett – because both Sett's strength and abilities have exceeded Judge's imagination!

The armor, designed to withstand artillery fire, seemed to have no effect on Judge. However, in reality, the armor rapidly disintegrated upon impact, like an eggshell, amplifying the point of impact, increasing the contact area, and reducing damage to individual organs.

Against others, this would be enough to offset over 90% of the impact. But for Sett in his current state, before those forces could be completely dispersed, the next attack had already begun. And it seemed endless!

The heavy blow made Judge feel like a small boat in a storm. Looking up, the iron fist covered in sticky blood seemed to blot out the sky.

—That wasn't Judge's blood, but Sett's. No Armament Haki was used; it was pure power. Bursting veins flowed with scalding blood, becoming exceptionally viscous from the relentless hammering. His arms were saturated with congealed blood, and centered on Sett, the world around him seemed like another invisible hand wielding a giant brush, dipping it in blood as ink, painting a crimson storm!

He held Judge's head firmly with both hands, no matter how much Judge struggled, it was futile. His marble-like legs were covered with a dense network of veins, like tree roots. It was as if he had been struck head-on by a battering ram; for a moment, the whole world seemed to fall silent, and the next instant, a ringing in his ears filled his brain. His thinking was sluggish, and even his perception of pain was not as sharp as it had initially been!

But at that very moment, the suit's protective system activated on its own. Three steel needles pierced Judge's body from his shoulder and arm. The injection of adrenaline stimulated his previously sluggish cardiovascular system, which had been fading with consciousness, and invigorated his spirit, which had seemed on the verge of losing consciousness at any moment.

"fire!!!!"

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I'm currently updating 10,000 words a day, but due to my writing habits, each chapter is only 2,000 words. Seeing that there's a lot of reader demand, I'll try 4,000 words per chapter this afternoon. If the response is good, I'll move to 5,000 words per chapter, two updates a day. (Besides my writing habits, another reason is that it's harder to check for typos when the word count is high...)

142·Lien Chan

Lacking their own will, the android soldiers had far more emotions erased than Judge's son. It wasn't just fear; they simply lacked will altogether. All their actions were based on doctrine programmed into their genetic code.

Based on this, even if Judge ordered them all to starve to death, they would not object in the slightest. Instead, they would choose to stand quietly and wait for their bodily functions to exhaust themselves until they died physically.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A barrage of bullets rained down, the surging shells instantly creating a deafening roar across the world. It was as if heavy cannonballs had struck Sett, exploding upon impact before he could even react.

Amidst the relentless attacks, Sett was sent flying the moment the gunpowder exploded. But before Judge could even catch his breath, the figure shrouded in crimson mist reappeared before him.

Like a razor, Sett's thick thigh slammed into Judge's abdomen. The immense impact, combined with the distance of the impact, sent Judge, who had barely regained his footing, hurtling out like a cannonball before he could even catch his breath.

As Judge's body was rapidly retreating, Sett showed no sign of letting up. Thighs, then calves. In that instant of violence, a cloud of blood mist erupted from the spot. Opening his eyes, Judge saw the rapidly receding scene on both sides of his vision. And in this ever-receding world, the body shrouded in a pale red mist was approaching at a visible speed!

Sett's face, approaching at an unimaginable speed, gradually became clearer in Judge's vision, and that smile filled with violent malice gradually came into view. The next moment, Judge saw Sett raise his arms high. His fingers interlaced, his hands clenched tightly.

"Damn it!!!"

Realizing Sett intended to continue his attack, Judge gritted his teeth. Gripping his technological spear, he felt his body become several times heavier. Tasks that normally required only a flick of the finger now demanded all his strength.

A pair of arms clenched into fists, stubbornly holding the spear horizontally in front of him. But under the absolute pressure of violence, the technologically advanced spear was snapped in half the next moment by the impact. The escaping electricity crackled, but what concerned Judge more than the sound were those two scarlet iron fists!

He was blasted straight away, then struck again with tremendous force. Judge's body slammed violently into the floor of the house. The repeated shocks caused Judge to uncontrollably vomit bile. Launched into the air, the next moment, another swift kick came hurtling down.

bump!!!!

Seeing their master injured, the android soldiers rushed towards Sett, simultaneously forming a human wall to block Judge's path. Like bowling balls, Judge's body left behind severed limbs, blood splattering, and entrails strewn everywhere. The modified androids, designed to withstand bullets, felt as fragile as paper. Their wall offered no resistance whatsoever.

Flying away, Sett felt the increasing number of androids rushing towards him, and a hint of annoyed anger flashed in his eyes. A jet-black metallic sheen covered his entire body, and with the enhancement, his muscle fibers, already as tough as tree roots, became even thicker and harder, like steel bars.

Without any skill, he struggled free entirely by brute force. Similarly, devoid of any concept of death, pain, or fear, the android soldiers held Sett's body like wild beasts.

Like a grinding stone in hell, the sounds of flesh tearing and bones breaking were incessant. The stench of blood that lingered in the air was so thick it was nauseating, but for the Vastayan, with his half-beast blood, it only fueled Sett's increasingly violent will!

A primal instinct, ignited like a raging fire, seared Sett's nerves. Looking at Judge's body, Sett's upper body twisted violently. The android soldier's body rose uncontrollably into the air. But just as Sett took his first step, on the other side...

Standing on the ground, using his broken spear for support, Judge coldly roared, "Attack!!!"

Sensing a slight threat, Sett instinctively looked to his side. What came into view was the warship's main cannon. The dark barrels bore faint spiral patterns. Then, a surge of fire.

boom!!!!

Unlike the cast-iron cannons used by ordinary sailors, the Germa Kingdom's technology was inherited from the Future Kingdom of the Grand Line. As a member state of the World Government, the Future Kingdom's technological level far surpasses that of any other power on this sea, including the World Government itself.

He once researched lineage factors with Vegapunk of the Future Kingdom, but that doesn't mean Judge neglected the infrastructure development around him.

Just like now, whether in terms of speed or power, the impact of the Germa battleship's main gun is several times that of the standard naval gun!

Caught completely off guard, it struck right in the bullseye. Even Sett's physical strength couldn't prevent him from being blasted back into the sea!

Watching Sett fly away into the distance with a roar, Judge couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief—Neither Moria nor Doflamingo, despite their impressive names, had never been taken seriously by Judge.

The former was a defeated general whose fleet was destroyed by Kaido. The latter was even worse; he only managed to run his business so successfully purely because of his Celestial Dragon bloodline. Even if Sett defeated them, Judge saw it as nothing more than kicking a man when he was down. Especially Doflamingo; in Judge's mind, he only gained credit by following Kizaru around!

However, after actually getting to know him, Judge realized he was wrong, terribly wrong—those bastards from the World Government were just trying to use him as a tool to get rid of him!

No wonder they offered such a high price...

Just as Judge was still panting and thinking, he suddenly realized that the sky had turned dark.

Looking up, the blazing sun had vanished from the sky. Sett's tiny frame carried the massive warship. His face, though seemingly devoid of light, betrayed a rage. Intense friction created a deafening roar in the air. It was like a meteorite falling from the sky, its passage a harbinger of impending doom—a truly breathtaking sight!

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I broke up with my girlfriend, and I'm feeling a bit down. Three years of friendship ended this way, which isn't a happy ending. I need some time to adjust my mood. I'll take a break from updating today, but I'll see if I can post another chapter tonight if I feel like it.

In the future, I will wait until the chapters updated today are finished before releasing them all at once, so that you won't have to stop reading when you're enjoying it.

143·Smash it for me

"Give it to me, smash it!!!"

Like an apocalyptic meteorite, the warship's rough surface rumbled as it scraped against the air. Even without opening their eyes, the sound alone was enough to send a chilling shock through one's soul.

Looking at Sett, whose entire body was surging with a ferocious fighting spirit, Judge couldn't help but gape – this was a warship! And a national-level warship at that!

The Germa Kingdom is a maritime nation, its entire territory comprised of these colossal warships arranged in a series of columns. In essence, the Germa Kingdom's territory consists of twelve massive warships. Completely made of steel, their weight alone reaches hundreds of thousands of tons—not to mention a small place like the West Blue, even on the Grand Line, few could lift them. Moreover, to carry these giant ships directly into the air from the vast ocean—the only point of leverage is the turbulent sea surface!

How did he do that?!

Judge's scholarly mindset made it impossible for him to understand why this scene was unfolding before him—and in fact, just as Judge thought, even with Sett's strength, it would be absolutely impossible to lift a massive ship weighing hundreds of thousands of tons into the air on a vast ocean without any leverage. Unfortunately, however, Sett's body would be enhanced by the system the instant he used the skill.

Unless the opponent is a Logia-type user who has become elemental and lost their physical form, Sett can lift and slam them down no matter how many times they are hit—having mastered Armament Haki, Sett's skills are now so powerful that even Logia-type users cannot dodge them!