I created a foundation

Robin's pupils suddenly contracted.

She was sure that this was not any power system she knew.

It wasn't Haki, nor was it any kind of Devil Fruit ability that she knew of.

That is a power that is more...essential and closer to the level of "rules".

As Robin stared in shock, Eriri's finger finally touched the fishman leader's forehead gently.

"Woo——!!!"

The fishman leader, who was originally only twitching slightly due to the electric shock, suddenly arched his body, like a fish thrown on a hot iron plate, and let out an untuned whimper as if his soul was torn apart.

Its eyes bulged out, and the whites of its eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot. Its huge mouth opened and closed silently, as if it wanted to let out a shrill scream, but no sound came out.

Sweat, or rather mucus from the body's surface, gushed out from the pores all over its body and soon accumulated into a small pool under it.

Its limbs kicked around randomly, its nails leaving harsh white marks on the concrete floor, and its body trembled violently, as if it would fall apart in the next second.

This is not physical pain.

Robin saw it clearly.

It is an extreme fear and collapse that comes from the spirit and the deepest part of the soul.

This blonde girl actually has the ability to directly attack other people's minds!

Robin's heart began to beat wildly and uncontrollably.

She subconsciously took a half step back, and the vigilance in her eyes reached its peak.

This organization... this organization called "Foundation", what kind of existence is it?

Not only do they have members who can control thunder and lightning, they also possess such strange and powerful spiritual secrets.

Eriri's expression was focused and cold, and in the depths of her golden eyes, it seemed as if countless streams of data were flashing rapidly.

Where her fingertips touched the fish-man's forehead, golden light flowed steadily.

The fishman leader's chaotic, violent, and primitive desire-filled thoughts, like a flood bursting through a dam, uncontrollably surged towards Eriri's spiritual perception.

Bloody hunting scene.

The bizarre scenery in the deep sea.

Brutal fighting among the same race.

Endless greed for wealth and power.

And... a mixture of fear, greed and an obsession with Nico Robin, the woman known as the "Devil's Child".

This information was mixed and confusing, full of negative emotions, and it impacted Eriri's consciousness like mental garbage.

Ying Lili's brows were slightly furrowed, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Forcibly reading these contaminated memories is also a big burden for her.

But she had to hold on.

She forced herself to concentrate, struggling to search for useful clues among the surging junk information.

"...The Grand Line...The turmoil in the Seven Waters..."

"...damn storm...an all-consuming vortex..."

"...space...distorted...a strange aura..."

"...Target...Nico Robin...We must not let her escape...Catch her and give her to..."

Some disjointed images and some unclear words, like broken puzzle pieces, were being put together with difficulty in Eriri's mind.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The air in the warehouse seemed to freeze.

There was only the fishman leader's uncontrollable, heavy breathing like a bellows, and Robin's almost inaudible breathing.

Finally, the golden light on Eriri's fingertips slowly dimmed.

She suddenly withdrew her fingers, her body shaking slightly due to the consumption of mental energy, and her face became paler than before.

The fishman leader on the ground seemed to have been drained of all his strength and collapsed there completely, only his eyeballs were still moving unconsciously, full of dullness and confusion.

Eriri supported herself on her knees and slowly stood up, her chest heaving slightly.

She pursed her lips tightly and her brows were twisted into a shape of a "川" (川).

The pair of eyes that had just extinguished the golden light were now filled with incredible shock, and an unprecedented solemnity.

From those chaotic fragments of thoughts, she glimpsed a world that was far larger and more complex than she had imagined, as well as a piece of information that was... extremely difficult for her to understand.

Eriri slowly raised her head.

Her eyes, like two sharp searchlights, penetrated the darkness of the warehouse and locked firmly on the black-haired woman not far away who remained silent, with an elegant yet alert posture.

Nicole Robin.

The look in her eyes was so complex that it was hard to describe.

Eriri's expression turned a little strange.

She looked at the fishmen on the ground who had completely lost consciousness, with some white foam still remaining in their mouths and noses. She slowly turned her head and looked at the black-haired woman not far away who was always highly alert to her.

In the air, the burnt smell of protein burned by lightning and the salty smell of sea water intertwined to form an unsettling atmosphere.

The battle was over so quickly, it seemed as if it was all just an illusion.

But the deep gullies and the thick smoke on the ground, as well as the hideous-looking non-human creatures, all silently revealed the reality and intensity of the battle just now.

"you……"

Eriri spoke softly, her voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of inquiry.

"Not from this world."

She said it in a tone that was almost declarative, her golden eyes gleaming with thought.

Without waiting for the other party's response, Eriri stretched out her slender right hand, and pointed her white fingertips at the fishman closest to her.

Light blue threads of mental power extended silently from her fingertips like living tentacles, and accurately penetrated into the scaly head of the fishman.

【Mind Mastery LV5】

In an instant, complex, chaotic, and bloodthirsty fragments of memory poured into Eriri's sea of ​​consciousness like a torrent bursting through a dam.

It was an endless expanse of blue.

The vast ocean occupies almost the entire field of vision, and the strange-shaped islands are like pearls scattered on blue satin, small and isolated.

She "saw" a giant sea beast as big as a small mountain rising from the bottomless abyss. Just by swinging its tail fin, it could create huge waves that were enough to swallow up the fleet.

She "saw" a scorching island spewing black smoke and covered in volcanic ash all year round. The residents on the island had dark skin and lived surrounded by lava.

She even "saw" a huge landmass floating like a miracle above the clouds ten thousand meters in the sky - Sky Island, where a strange race with wings on their backs lived.

All kinds of strange races, murlocs, mermen, giants, dwarfs... coexist harmoniously (or not so harmoniously) in this world.

These magnificent, fantastic, yet primitive and wild scenes definitely did not belong to the Earth she was familiar with.

The creatures that roam freely in the ocean are definitely not any species that exist on Earth.

Eriri endured the tingling and dizziness in her mind caused by receiving too much confusing information, and continued to search for valuable information in the chaotic memories of these fishmen like the most patient archaeologist.

Soon, the figure of a woman gradually became clear among the countless bloody and violent scenes.

Her long black hair falls like a waterfall, her facial features are delicate and deep, and she has the intelligence and calm temperament unique to mature women.

Even in those embarrassing memory fragments filled with pursuit and escape, the woman's eyes always maintained an impressive calmness, as if nothing could really move her.

It was the black-haired woman who was being chased by these fishmen just now, but was always able to deal with them with ease.

"Son of the Devil."

A cold, emotionless title suddenly emerged from the depths of the fishman's memory.

"O'Hara's orphan."

This was followed by another code name full of ominous meaning.

"Nico Robin."

Finally, the woman's name appeared clearly in Eriri's perception.

These titles and names, like the deepest brand, are deeply engraved in the soul of every fishman who hunts her, mixed with undisguised greed, desire, and a trace of fear that they themselves are not even aware of.

"Historical text."

Another unfamiliar word popped up, and this word seemed to touch upon a deeper taboo in the fishman's memory, bringing about a violent mental fluctuation.

"World Government."

This noun seems extremely huge and solemn, carrying an unquestionable sense of authority and oppression, like an invisible mountain, pressing down on every creature in that ocean world.

"The bounty... 79 million... Bailey."

A specific number, with a strong smell of blood and temptation, appeared in Eriri's mind.

"Berry?" Ying Lili frowned slightly. This was obviously not the currency unit of any country on earth.

One after another, unfamiliar words that seemed to contain extremely large and complex amounts of information hit Eriri's cognitive system like a tsunami.

She could even clearly feel the deep-seated obsession these fishmen had for the woman named Nico Robin - they were salivating over the astronomical bounty, and they also had an inexplicable and indescribable fear of her so-called ability to "interpret the historical text."

It was as if she possessed some forbidden knowledge that could turn the world upside down.

267 What made Eriri feel even more absurd was that these fishmen... they seemed to have no idea that they had left the world they were familiar with.

In their simple and direct thinking circuits, they are still on the vast ocean, carrying out the task of hunting down high-value bounty criminals.

They were just on their way to chase Nico Robin when they were unexpectedly caught in a sudden and unprecedented sea storm.

The storm came so strangely. Amidst the lightning and thunder, it seemed as if a huge crack was torn in the sky, swallowing them and the ship together.

Then, his vision went black for a brief moment and he lost all consciousness.

When they woke up again, they found themselves in this strange port. Everything around them was completely different from any island they remembered.

But the target's breath is still clearly discernible.