Feeling the vibration beneath her feet, Dr. Kureha gazed at the golden beam of light piercing through the sky and pushed up her sunglasses with a look of helplessness.
"What a destructive little brat..." Although she complained verbally, there wasn't the slightest trace of displeasure on her face.
"Doctorine." Chopper stood motionless amidst the sky-filling snow; not even the massive noise just now had attracted the little reindeer's attention.
"Hmm?"
"Just now, that guy in the straw hat said I was their... their... crewmate." Chopper's voice trembled slightly, especially when he said the last word; his voice became as faint as a mosquito's buzz, showing the turbulence in his heart at this moment.
"Is that so~" Dr. Kureha exhaled a puff of white breath upon hearing this. She turned her head to look at the little reindeer's furry body, a motherly look of affection revealing itself in her bright eyes.
(It's time you went out to see the outside world, Chopper.)
In Nami's sickroom, the entire room was shaking violently.
"What's happening? Is it an earthquake?!" Nami hurriedly scrambled up from the sickbed and hid her body underneath the bed, looking completely panic-stricken.
The violent tremors only lasted for a short while before stopping, but for the sake of caution, the orange-haired girl remained prone under the bed.
At this moment, a familiar roar came from the distance.
"You bastard! If you dare touch Nami-san, I'll chop you into pieces and make soup out of you!"
Nami looked at a certain lovesick cook who was also lying on the ground and crawling rapidly toward her, a look of astonishment on her face: "Sanji? What happened just now? By the way, have you seen Sherlock?"
Seeing the navigator-san unharmed, Sanji, who could only crawl on the ground due to his spinal injury, breathed a long sigh of relief. He then asked with some confusion, "Sherlock? Isn't he with you?"
Speaking of this, Sanji and Nami exchanged a silent glance, and the same thought rose in their hearts:
(Don't tell me that commotion was caused by that guy?!) x2
On a severely overloaded cable car heading toward the castle, a group of onlookers who didn't know the truth looked in astonishment at the golden pillar of light striping across the distant sky. That brilliant golden radiance was clearly visible even from far away.
"That direction is... the castle!" The heavily injured Dalton tightened the dynamite strapped to his waist, which he intended to use to perish together with Wapol, his expression fluctuating uncertainly.
Usopp observed carefully with his telescope and shouted in surprise, "Hey! What on earth is that golden light? Is it a Yeti?"
"It's probably because Luffy and the others are fighting that Wapol guy..." Zoro sat on the floor of the cable car, hugging his three sharp swords, looking calm.
(Mr. Glasses, Nami, Luffy, Sanji, please don't let anything happen to you...) Vivi prayed silently in her heart, her face full of worry.
[Translator's Note: The original text lists "Vivi" in her own prayer list instead of "Nami," which is likely a typo by the author. It has been corrected to "Nami" for context.]
The sky-filling snow drifted slowly down through the "skylight" Sherlock had just opened, quickly paving a thin layer of white snow on the floor of the armory.
"Ugh..." A painful groan.
Sherlock sat on the ground, his face pale, gasping for breath. He took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead, looking in pain.
(Five-fold fusion can still be controlled for a while, but can six-fold fusion only barely maintain its shape?)
(Quantitative change leads to qualitative change... With every additional layer of fusion, the power rises exponentially, but the energy consumption also multiplies. I really don't know how strong the Mirror Fusion will be at the very end.)
Thinking of this, Sherlock smiled with some self-mockery. At first, he had planned to fuse dozens or hundreds of layers; thinking about it now, that was truly too naive.
(Judging by the consumption just now, at my current level, I can use four-fold Mirror Fusion at will, five-fold Mirror Fusion can sustain high-intensity combat for 10 minutes, and as for six-fold Mirror Fusion, I shouldn't think about it for a short while...)
Sherlock sat on the ground, eyes closed in contemplation. He had a vague feeling that after the Mirror Fusion reached the sixth layer, aside from the increased energy consumption, it also required some special requirements.
After a long while.
Sherlock stood up unsteadily, dusted off his clothes, and looked up at the large hole blasted out by the Golden Sword, a lingering fear on his face.
The exaggerated aura of the Golden Sword just now had almost torn the surrounding air to shreds; even the master, the Sorcerer, felt terrified.
"This power is truly exaggerated enough, but it's a pity I can't control it as I please right now." Sherlock sighed with regret; after all, power that cannot be controlled is useless, no matter how strong it is.
Just as Sherlock was silently reflecting on the scene just now, a straw-hatted figure came running in from outside like the wind.
"Wapol! Where are you running, you bastard?! Eh? Sherlock?"
Sherlock glanced at the "beggar's outfit" on Luffy that was already too tattered to keep, pushed up his glasses helplessly, and then pointed at the "giant" buried by rubble, saying indifferently:
"Wapol? That big lug is him."
"What? How did this guy get so big!" The dimwit captain looked shocked, thinking to himself, is this guy actually a fellow villager of the giant uncles?
Then Luffy shook his head and cracked his knuckles: "Whatever! No matter what, I'm going to send this bastard flying for trying to break the reindeer's pirate flag!"
"Wait a moment, Luffy!" Sherlock hurriedly stopped his captain, then took out a Rumble Ball from his chest pocket and whispered, "Before you blast him away, let's do a little experiment."
"The results should be very interesting!"
"Experiment?"
Luffy stared with wide eyes at the Sorcerer, then at Wapol who looked like a dead dog, his face full of curiosity.
Half an hour later...
"Blegh... Blegh..." Sounds of very uncomfortable vomiting.
Wapol had returned to his normal size, and even contrary to his originally obese appearance, he had become lean and scrawny.
At this moment, the King of Drum Kingdom was lying on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, dry-heaving painfully as if he were about to vomit out his internal organs. Beside him was a pile of all sorts of weapons and strange objects: muskets, cannons, long swords, stones, trees, and even a few houses.
And the most amazing thing was, even those things Wapol had once bitten into pieces and swallowed were restored to their original state when vomited out, completely intact.
After vomiting noisily for half an hour, the originally very empty armory was now filled with Wapol's pile of bizarre vomit. The air was filled with a strange smell, causing Sherlock, who was watching from a distance, to furrow his brows greatly.
(I actually stood here watching an idiot vomit for half an hour?!)
Sherlock's face was ashen. After feeding the comatose Wapol the Rumble Ball, he had thought this guy would transform like Chopper did. The result? He just woke up and vomited endlessly here. Looking at Wapol, it seemed he had even thrown up the dinner from three days ago.
"Could it be that after eating the Rumble Ball, this guy's Munch-Munch Fruit turned into the [Vomit-Vomit Fruit]?" Sherlock muttered. Although the experiment results were quite less than ideal, he could be certain that the Rumble Ball did have a certain effect on Paramecia-type abilities.
As for the specific effects, that can be left for the little reindeer to research later.
"This guy is really amazing~" Luffy pressed down on his straw hat, looking at Wapol's mountain-like vomit with a shocked expression. "He actually threw up so much stuff. This guy can really eat!"
To be called a big eater by Luffy, the ultimate glutton, Wapol's life was worth it!
"This guy ate too much and too many random things, so he got an upset stomach, which is why he's vomiting endlessly here."
Sherlock pushed up his glasses and warned the dimwit captain beside him, "So, don't just stuff anything edible into your mouth in the future. At the very least, don't steal the food from my plate."
Er, actually, the second half of Sherlock's sentence was the main point...
"Oh, I got it." Hearing this, Luffy wore an expression that suggested he didn't really get it but thought it sounded serious. He first tilted his head, then nodded in deep agreement.
On the other side, perhaps the Rumble Ball's effect had worn off, or maybe there was really nothing left to vomit, Wapol slowly stood up. He looked at the Straw Hat kid and the Sorcerer in the distance, his bloodshot eyes mixing looks of terror and anger.
"You two..." Perhaps because he was a bit collapsed from vomiting, Wapol's words were weak, but then his voice suddenly rose in pitch: "I am the King of the Drum Kingdom!"
"The Drum Kingdom is a member nation of the World Government! Treating me like this is a global crime!"
Wapol screamed hysterically, seeming to want to use the World Government to scare Luffy and Sherlock. Unfortunately, of these two, one knew clearly that Wapol had long lost his status as King, and the other had absolutely no concept of the World Government.
"Truly stupid. Did this idiot become feebleminded from being a king?" Sherlock pushed up his glasses with a weary look; the Sorcerer, having consumed too much energy, was already extremely sleepy.
"I'm going to get some sleep. Remember to wake me up when it's time to leave, Luffy." After saying that, Sherlock turned and walked slowly toward the castle.
"Ah, okay. You go sleep first." Luffy nodded and replied. Seeing their casual demeanor, it seemed they were completely treating a certain someone as air.
"You... You people!" Wapol, magnificently ignored by the two, was fuming with rage. Burning with anger, he completely disregarded the massive gap in strength between the two sides and roared in exasperation: "Watch me swallow you raw!"
Wapol opened his mouth to an exaggerated size and lunged forward. His vicious posture, combined with his ferocious expression, made him look just like a starving mad dog.
"You say you're the King? So what? I don't care..."
Luffy raised his right hand abruptly and blasted the lunging Wapol flying back with a single punch, dragging a long trail along the ground.
"Because I am a Pirate!!!" The dimwit captain declared with solemnity, a complete change from his usual unreliability.
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