One Piece: Starting with Coercing and Enticing Nami

So I took baby 5 to the medical room.

121. Baby-Loli-5! The Birth of a Monster!

"Lord Thoth? His illness should be cured by now!"

The medical room is still somewhat empty, with only a portion of the medicine that Tot himself has prepared on the innermost shelf.

At this moment, in the medical room, a set of desks and chairs quickly took root and sprouted from the floor next to the indoor window.

Against the wall opposite the desk, vines grow and weave together to form a bed that is three meters long and one and a half meters wide.

"Baby5, you should just kill yourself!"

Thoth suddenly gave her a cold command. Baby5, who was still confused, froze and looked at Thoth seriously, as if to confirm whether the command was real.

But upon seeing Thoth's calm yet cold gaze, her eyes glazed over, her right hand transformed into a flintlock pistol pressed against her temple, and she spoke calmly:

"Okay, if that's what you need."

Why is this happening?

Lord Thoth needs me, doesn't he? Doesn't he love me? Yes, that's right.

This is love. For love, you'd be willing to die, just like you would for Doflamingo's orders...

Shared reading and critical thinking.

Thoth sensed the drastic shift in her thoughts, the resonance of her mind, and the silent beginnings of her consciousness to interfere and influence her.

Her doubts, resentment, fear, love, and obsession were amplified and interfered with silently.

Constantly interfere with her thinking, make her start to think from the bottom of her heart, and make her ask herself what she really wants.

The flintlock pistol pressed against his temple remained unfired for a long time.

"Didn't Lord Thoth say he would never abandon me? I don't want to die; I haven't yet experienced the happiness of being a woman."

'But I'll listen to him. So be it. To die under his command would be absolute bliss.'

'Am I going to die? Why is my body out of control? Why isn't it firing? My hands are trembling. Am I terrified?'

......

'I'm terrified. I don't want to die. I have so many, so many things I haven't done. My life... I don't want it to end so abruptly.'

'But I have to obey; I can't disobey his orders. But it's his need!'

'He needs me to die?! Die! Die! Die! ...Am I really going to die?'

Her trembling right hand, gripping the gun, gradually regained its steadyness, and the unease in her eyes subsided. The girl still chose to end her life.

"Are you afraid?"

A sudden sentence stirred up waves in Baby5's tranquil heart. She stared intently at Thoth, a sudden longing welling up inside her. She hoped that Thoth would retract his order, and her lips trembled slightly.

Thoth approached her calmly, his left hand gently caressing her delicate face, his thumb tracing her lips, his words filled with a devilish allure:

“You can refuse. Come on... say, I don’t want to die, I want to live.”

Baby5's eyes began to struggle, then a tidal wave of longing welled up within them: "Is this an order? Is this what you need?"

Thoth's gaze turned cold again, as ruthless as a biting, icy wind:

"It's neither an order nor a requirement."

Are you sure you really want to die?

Thoth's words carried a strange power, digging into and stirring up the suppressed subjective consciousness deep within her heart.

Baby5's body trembled violently as her subjective self and her long-established instinct for obedience clashed once again.

Her lips were bitten until they bled, her pupils contracted and dilated rapidly, and her emotions became extremely unstable.

As a result, his face... became grotesque.

A wave of sorrow emanated from the depths of her consciousness, and a heart-wrenching, helpless cry arose from the bottom of her heart.

It's like a homeless little girl being abandoned in a desolate, deep, and dark forest, crying helplessly all alone!

Thoth stirred up the deep sorrow buried in her heart. Tears streamed down Baby5's face as she hugged her knees, curled up on the ground, and cried helplessly.

A little girl who had never escaped the cage of her past appeared deep within her consciousness.

Her consciousness returned to the point when she was seven years old, when her biological mother took her to the dark and sunless depths of the forest and abandoned her.

"What's wrong, little one? Why are you here all alone? Where are your family?"

Thoth's words were ethereal; under the interference of shared thought, her mind was now trapped in a state that was both real and illusory.

Baby5 raised her tear-filled eyes, her gaze filled with sorrow, "My mom doesn't want me anymore. She said I'm a useless, wasteful, superfluous thing..."

Why bring this child into the world? Not only is the child useless, but they also create another mouth to feed...

We should reduce the population and throw her into the mountains to fend for herself!

They kept saying this, and I cried, screamed, chased after them, and begged, but my mother had changed; she didn't want me anymore.

A woman wandered the island, stealing things, being chased and bitten by wild dogs, and being kidnapped by human traffickers. She secretly ran away and ran all the way until she heard that the Don Quixote family was recruiting child soldiers, so she went there.

With her obedient and morbidly compliant nature, she gradually survived in the pirate's den.

Despite being homeless and unwanted, she never considered leaving, no matter what kind of beatings she suffered.

She was just a pitiful and pathetic unwanted child.

She recounted her entire past in a cathartic outpouring, leaving no detail unsaid, while Thoth listened with an empty gaze.

Do not advise others to do good if you have not experienced their suffering.

No matter how much you try to correct her, her worldview and values ​​are already set.

Unless...memory is altered.

but.

Snap! After a snap of her fingers, Baby5's eyes widened in surprise. Her consciousness slowly gathered, and she stared blankly at Thoth, who was sitting cross-legged in front of her.

"I'm homeless again. You brought me back, and now even you don't need me anymore?"

I already promised you I'd only listen to you from now on! Is that not even enough? Didn't you say you wanted me to be your personal weapon?

With tears welling up in Baby5's eyes, Thoth said calmly, "The misfortunes of the past have caused defects in your soul."

"I know, but I can't become normal anymore. I'm already broken."

To quote Rao G. and the others from one of my overhearing conversations, "I'm a very convenient kid; I'll do anything if I'm needed."

baby5 said excitedly.

Human consciousness is both incredibly complex and incredibly pure; her illness is both the most difficult to cure and the easiest to cure.

There was a deep emptiness in her heart, and she was constantly yearning for something to fill it. She was also desperately trying to find such a thing.

"Your personality flaws are giving me a real headache."

"I'm cured. As long as you need me, I'll only listen to you from now on. Even if it means my death."

Baby5 spoke excitedly, reaching out to grasp Tote's hand, her eyes filled with longing.

Thoth's eyes were calm as still water as he looked at her stubborn gaze. Then, his peaceful and calm voice rang out:

"I won't let you die. Now that I've brought you back, I'll take full responsibility."

Since this treatment plan has failed, let's try another approach.

Baby5's eyes were unusually excited. She had realized that Thoth's earlier instruction to "die" was actually a form of treatment for her.

Thoth looked at her and said, “I have an ability called ‘Life Vessel’.”

If I succeed with you, then your life will establish a symbiotic relationship with mine, and for the rest of your life you will only belong to me.

Do you want to? "

Baby5 was taken aback for a moment, then nodded vigorously without hesitation: "I'm willing to be your possession."

Tot nodded, and with a slight shift of consciousness, Tyr's Blade on his wrist snaked into his hand, transforming into the shape of a greatsword.

In Thoth's perception, baby5's current life trajectory is not suitable for modification as a weapon.

"Through weapon transformation, it becomes a greatsword exactly like this sword."

Thoth spoke up, and baby5, without asking why, simply nodded vigorously as she carefully observed Tyrfong's parameters.

Then, his body instantly turned into a mercury-like fluid, and immediately afterward, a large, silver-white sword appeared before him.

A mouth appeared on the blade, and Baby5's voice rang out: "I've transformed, so what's next?"

"Then, leave everything to me."

Thoth gripped the sword hilt, and in his perception, Baby 5's life force, transformed into a weapon, became "malleable".

A surge of consciousness and Armament Haki flowed into the sword, and at that moment, Baby5 felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, as if her body and mind were completely filled.

This was exactly what she longed for deep down. Her consciousness became ethereal and unguarded. She was enjoying herself, letting Thoth begin to shape her body and mind.

One by one, the veins of life began to transform, becoming consistent with the veins of Thoth.

Time flew by in this wonderful state.

In Thoth's perception, within baby5's lifeline, the network of the weapon fruit that was intertwined and interacting with her became incredibly active.

Inch by inch, the connections between the two are reconstructed, and a subtle yet close relationship emerges between them.

As the first rays of dawn broke and the sun shone through the sky, an invisible and wondrous energy emanated from the two of them.

【Life Weapon.baby5】

Complete consistency in the life cycle.

Thoth's consciousness and life force surged into baby5's sword body, thus completing the symbiotic connection between him and the weapon.

The two consciousnesses merged, and baby5 felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.

She instinctively understood that from this moment on, her body, her soul, and everything about her belonged completely to the man in front of her named Thoth.

With a thought, baby5 transformed into fluid, and her body was instantly reshaped. The girl looked at her body with curiosity.