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Chapter 197: Plane Anchor
"Truly scary~"
A lazy voice rang out.
Kizaru sat on a chair, adjusting the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. Although his tone remained frivolous, the look behind the lenses was unprecedentedly grave.
He raised a finger, a wisp of photons condensing at the tip.
It was no longer a pure golden flash.
In the center of that light, a tiny transparent cube could be vaguely seen spinning at high speed, silently decomposing the surrounding air into nothingness.
"Light speed plus Dust Release's decomposition ability..." Kizaru looked at his finger, forcing a stiff smile. "Now, I've really become a monster."
As a Marine Admiral, he knew better than anyone what this meant.
If left unrestricted, with this move alone, he could wipe Marineford off the map.
The most silent one was Dragon.
He stood in the shadows, eyes closed, seemingly adapting to something.
When he opened his eyes again, the pale purple Rinnegan had faded, returning to their original black.
But his temperament had changed.
If the former Dragon was a sharp sword hidden in a scabbard, the current him was a deity looking down upon all living beings.
That calmness of controlling life and death, that confidence as if he could knead the world at will, made even Garp standing beside him feel a trace of alarm.
"Is this... the power bought with Beri?"
Dragon murmured softly, his gaze slowly shifting to the young man behind the bar counter.
Not just him.
The Golden Lion, Garp, and Kizaru—all four gazes focused on Blake simultaneously.
Awe, fear, fanaticism.
If before they only regarded Blake as a mysterious merchant.
Now, after personally experiencing the power capable of overturning the world, Blake's image in their eyes had risen infinitely, transforming into an indescribable, terrifying existence.
He could bestow power upon mortals to kill gods with a wave of his hand.
Then what about himself?
What dimension did he exist in?
"Experience over?"
Blake sat behind the bar, holding a cup of hot tea, gently blowing on the floating tea leaves without even lifting his eyelids.
"It seems everyone is satisfied with the product this time."
"Satisfied? Jihahahaha!"
The Golden Lion laughed maniacally, his body slowly floating up. It was his original Float-Float Fruit ability, but empowered by the Mangekyo's pupil power, this flight became even more erratic and swift.
"Too satisfied! Boss Blake!"
"I feel like even if I took a stroll through the Holy Land of Mary Geoise right now, no one could stop me!"
As soon as the words fell.
A chill suddenly enveloped the Golden Lion.
His body went stiff, and he instinctively turned his head to look at the other side of the bar.
There, sat a figure completely shrouded in black robes.
Because they were too excited earlier, and because the other party had suppressed their aura to the extreme, they hadn't noticed this person's existence at all.
Until this moment.
Those eyes with ringed patterns swept coldly over the Golden Lion.
Just one glance.
The Golden Lion's newly acquired Mangekyo Sharingan actually throbbed with pain, as if encountering a natural predator, instinctively wanting to close.
"This is..."
The Golden Lion's pupils shrank, and his body fell involuntarily from the air, his feet stomping heavily onto the floor.
A powerhouse!
An absolute powerhouse!
And... that look, that high-and-mighty gaze that viewed all things as ants!
Dragon also noticed the figure.
The robed figure ignored them.
She just slowly turned her head to look at Blake beside her. Her voice was cold, carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling.
"Is this... the power of the dungeon?"
"Just a small fragment of history."
Blake put down his teacup, his tone as flat as if discussing today's weather.
"The world is big, Im."
"Don't always stare at your little patch of land. Look further ahead."
Garp, Kizaru, Dragon, and even the Golden Lion—their expressions changed drastically.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
Im?
The owner of the legendary Empty Throne?
The god who has ruled the world for eight hundred years?
She was actually here?!
"Hey, hey, hey... you're joking, right?" Kizaru's sunglasses slipped down a bit, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "That lord... why would she be here drinking tea?"
Garp's eyes widened too, the rice cracker in his mouth falling to the floor.
Only Dragon's killing intent surged instantly. His right hand raised abruptly, a terrifying repulsive force condensing in his palm.
That was the precursor to Shinra Tensei!
"You want to fight here?"
Blake's voice remained lazy, but to Dragon's ears, it was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head.
Dragon's movement froze.
He looked at Blake, then at Im, who seemed calm but was actually tense all over.
Finally, he slowly lowered his hand.
"I wouldn't dare," Dragon said in a low voice, retracting all his killing intent.
Starting a fight in Blake's shop was seeking death.
And...
Dragon took a deep look at Im.
Since you are here too, that means you also saw that power.
The structure of this world is destined to change.
"Alright, since the transaction is over, you can all go back."
Blake waved his hand as if shooing away flies.
"This is a small business; no overnight stays. If you want to fight, go outside. If you want to destroy the world, do it elsewhere."
"Come back next Thursday."
The four looked at each other.
Although they had countless questions in their hearts and were full of apprehension about Im sitting there, facing Blake's eviction order, no one dared to say "no".
"Hmph, let's go!"
The Golden Lion was the first to react. He took a deep look at Im, then turned and strode out of the tavern.
With this power, the first thing he was going to do was blow Impel Down sky-high!
"Mr. Garp, let's go too."
Kizaru pulled at the still-dazed Garp, turning into a beam of light and disappearing at the door.
Dragon took one last look at Im, bowed slightly to Blake, and turned to leave.
In the blink of an eye.
Only Blake and Im remained in the tavern.
And Makino, who was shivering behind the counter.
"You're not leaving?"
Blake looked at Im.
Im was silent for a moment, then slowly took off her hood.
That stunningly beautiful face was written with complex emotions.
"That power..." Im pointed to the door. "Did you grant it to them?"
"It was a transaction," Blake corrected. "They paid, I provided the product. Fair trade, no deception."
"Can I buy it?"
Im stared straight into Blake's eyes.
"Of course!"
"But you have to wait until next Thursday."
The rules could not be broken.
"I will come again."
Im bit her lip, put her hood back on, and stood up.
With the departure of the last customer, the tavern finally returned to tranquility.
Blake stretched, listening to the crisp cracking of his bones, the corner of his mouth hooking into an expectant arc.
"System, settlement."
The cold mechanical voice exploded instantly in his mind.
[Ding! Dungeon "Great Ninja War" Settlement Initiated...]
[Detected Player: Monkey D. Dragon, Clearance Evaluation: S+.]
[Detected Player: Golden Lion Shiki, Clearance Evaluation: S.]
[Detected Player: Monkey D. Garp, Clearance Evaluation: A+.]
[Detected Player: Borsalino, Clearance Evaluation: A.]
[Calculating Host Earnings...]
[Host obtains advanced versions of all player rewards.]
[Obtained: God Tree Fruit (Flawless)!]
[Note: This fruit has had the corrosion of the Otsutsuki clan's will removed. After consumption, the host will directly obtain the "Progenitor of Chakra" constitution, without needing to absorb nutrients via the Infinite Tsukuyomi.]
[Note: After consumption, the host will automatically master Yin-Yang Release, Truth-Seeking Orbs, Kekkei Mora... and awaken the "Rinne-Sharingan".]
God Tree Fruit!
Not some chakra extraction technique, not some bloodline limit, and not some Tailed Beast.
But the source of it all.
The thing Kaguya Otsutsuki ate!
The root of all chakra in the Naruto world!
Blake took a deep breath, calming his violently beating heart.
This reward was too overpowered.
If the previous Shendu template gave him the capital to walk unhindered in this world, then this God Tree Fruit was the capital to walk among the stars.
"Extract."
Blake didn't hesitate at all.
The air twisted slightly.
A strange fruit appeared out of thin air in his hand.
It didn't look like a Devil Fruit with disgusting spiral patterns, nor was it plain like ordinary fruit.
It glowed with a faint ghostly light throughout. Its skin was like the finest ruby, and inside, it seemed as if magma flowed—energy compressed to the absolute limit.
Just holding it in his hand.
Blake felt every cell in his body cheering, yearning.
It was the instinctual temptation of a leap in life hierarchy.
"Is this... the source of power?"
Blake whispered.
He opened his mouth and took a bite.
It didn't taste like shit like a Devil Fruit.
It melted in his mouth.
A warm current instantly flowed down his throat and throughout his body.
Immediately after.
BOOM!
It was as if a star had exploded inside his body.
Blake groaned, and his whole person floated up uncontrollably.
This wasn't the Float-Float Fruit's ability, nor the Rabbit Talisman's levitation.
This was gravity failure caused by the alteration of his life magnetic field.
His clothes flapped wildly without wind.
A white wave of air spread out with him at the center.
The originally sturdy bar counter let out a tooth-aching sound of compression under this airwave, as if it would shatter at any moment.
"Restrain!"
Blake grit his teeth, forcibly controlling the rampant energy in his body.
If he let this power vent, let alone this tavern, the entire Foosha Village would be razed to the ground instantly.
Even the entire Goa Kingdom would be turned to ash in this energy storm.
His skin began to become crystal clear, with golden brilliance faintly visible flowing beneath.
In the center of his forehead.
The skin slowly split open.
A crimson eye opened abruptly.
The Nine-Tomoe Rinne-Sharingan!
In that instant, the world in Blake's eyes changed.
It was no longer a pile of colors and lines.
He saw rules.
The flow of air, the refraction of light, the pull of gravity, even the passage of time.
Everything became strings he could pluck at will.
If he wanted.
He could easily rewrite the physical laws of this piece of heaven and earth.
Behind him.
Nine black spheres appeared out of thin air, rotating slowly.
Truth-Seeking Orbs.
The ultimate weapon containing the power of Shinra Bansho (All Creation), capable of turning all matter into nothingness.
Blake landed slowly.
The moment his toes touched the ground, the floorboards, which had cracked due to the energy overflow, actually healed automatically at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming as shiny as new.
Yin-Yang Release: Creation Rebirth.
"Phew..."
Blake exhaled a breath of turbid air.
This breath didn't dissipate after leaving his mouth but turned into a fresh breeze, picking up the dust on the floor and flying out the window.
Speaking the law?
No, not to that extent yet.
But influencing celestial phenomena with a breath was already an indisputable fact.
He raised his hand, looking at his slender, fair palm.
The thin layer of calluses from years of holding a sword had completely disappeared.
The skin was as delicate as a newborn baby's, yet it contained toughness that even diamonds couldn't compare to.
"Is this the power of the complete God Tree Fruit?"
Blake clenched his fist.
No wonder the Otsutsuki clan was so obsessed with planting trees.
An unprecedented sense of omniscience and omnipotence filled his brain.
With a thought.
The nine Truth-Seeking Orbs behind him deformed instantly, turning into a black shakujo staff that fell into his hand.
Weightless.
Like an extension of his body.
"Shendu's power is conceptual magic, while the God Tree's power is the ultimate manipulation of matter and energy."
Blake closed his eyes, feeling the two distinct yet exceptionally powerful power systems within his body.
Originally, he was a bit worried they might conflict.
But unexpectedly.
The God Tree Chakra displayed amazing inclusiveness, or rather, dominance.
It directly integrated Shendu's Dark Chi magic, Barbatos' Anemo power, and the original three types of Haki together.
The current him.
No longer needed to deliberately switch modes.
He was power itself.
With a thought, the Rinne-Sharingan on Blake's forehead slowly closed, turning into a faint red line before fading beneath his skin.
The Truth-Seeking Orbs behind him also reverted to pure chakra and merged into his body.
That suffocating divine brilliance gradually retracted.
He returned to being that lazy tavern owner.
Aside from his temperament becoming deeper and his skin becoming more perfect, his appearance looked no different from before.
Stable.
In this Pirate World, he was now fearless.
Regardless of what trump cards the Celestial Dragons held, or what hidden power the Great Kingdom possessed, he could suppress them with a single hand.
"Power is just a tool, not the goal."
Blake picked up the cup that now had cracks in it and poured himself some water.
His control over power had already reached a microscopic level.
Blake put down the teacup, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, making a crisp sound.
"Open panel."
Without any delay, a light blue screen visible only to him unfolded on his retina.
Host: Blake
Abilities: Twelve Talismans, Dark Chi Magic, Three Types of Haki (Maxed), Authority of the Wind God, Power of the Eight-Tails (Fused), Kekkei Mora, Rinne-Sharingan...
Comprehensive Evaluation: Cosmic Level
His gaze lingered on the words "Cosmic Level", and Blake raised an eyebrow.
"Invincibility is so lonely."
Blake leaned back, sinking into the soft sofa. There wasn't much loneliness in his tone; instead, it revealed a lazy comfort.
[Ding! Detected Host strength has broken through the plane restriction threshold.]
[System functions upgrading...]
[Upgrade complete.]
[Congratulations Host on unlocking new permission: Plane Anchor.]
The cold mechanical voice sounded again, but this time the content made Blake's originally lazy eyes narrow slightly.
"Plane Anchor?"
Blake sat up straight. "Explain."
[Answering Host: Before this, the dungeons opened by the Host were all "Time Fragments", projections of history intercepted from the Myriad Heavens. After players clear or fail, the fragments reset or dissipate and do not have a substantial impact on the original world.]
[After unlocking "Plane Anchor", the Host can consume a certain amount of energy to permanently solidify a cleared dungeon "fragment".]
[The solidified dungeon will detach from the original world's timeline and evolve into an independent, real "Parallel World".]
[The Host will possess the highest authority over this parallel world and can open portals at any time, allowing anyone (including the Host himself) to travel back and forth freely.]
Blake's pupils contracted slightly.
The value of this function even exceeded the God Tree Fruit itself.
The previous dungeons, simply put, were holographic immersive games. Although power could be brought out, it was limited to what the system gifted; items inside the dungeon couldn't be brought out.
Just like Dragon and his group starting a revolution in Amegakure—although it was blood-pumping, once the dungeon ended, that world was gone.
But now...
"In other words, I can turn those dungeons into my back garden?"
Blake rubbed his chin, his brain starting to spin rapidly.
[Yes. The solidified world will evolve on its own, possessing a complete ecosystem, resources, and population. The Host can use it as a resource production base, a training ground, or even a colony.]
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