Capítulo 69: Life Life No Mi combat applications
"SUA SUA SUA!
The [Hulk] pirates are officially boarding this cruise ship!"
Dozens of more muscular and larger than normal pirates, as if they had escaped from a convention of bodybuilders, began to board the huge cruise ship loaded with passengers with a lot of cash in their pockets
And from the top of one of the masts of the cruiser, a lone hero and his falcon analyzed the situation
'Hello dear potential viewers who're reading my mind!
Surely you're wondering...
Fred, how's it possible that on the open sea no one saw a pirate ship approaching us until it was too late?
I know that you're thinking this because it's precisely the same thing that I asked the maid, captain and security chief of the ship who came to my room to ask for help.
Something you may not have seen or heard if you just joined now' Fred thought in the classic lone hero position in the middle of the night on top of some tall emblematic building
"Kyah?"
And he also answered to his inseparable winged companion, who had been sleeping in his new favourite bed until recently "According to what I have been told, this crap has been produced by various circumstances…
Late hours at night
Moon and stars covered by thick clouds
Some fog
Security team asleep, drunk or playing cards instead of keeping watch...
Anyway, Raymon's concerns had some basis."
"Kyahh?"
"I can't be in sonar mode all day, Captain Mcnugget!" Answered Fred, refuting the wrongly negative reviews with which his pet tried to blame him as well "It's very tiring and the room is practically soundproof…
Damn Raymon, he surely throws incredible parties in that room
Specifically in that bed that you like so much"
"KYAAHH!!"
And as Captain Mcnugget retaliated by ruffling Fred's hair more and more people began to gather on the deck of the ship, where the Hulk Pirates had just arrived. And not only the security team and the rest of the workers of the Slowagon company, who theoretically have the obligation to face those pirates who wanted to harm and rob their clients.
Those same customers also came out of their room to meet those dangerous pirates who wanted to rob them!
"Look Captain
Are people coming out of their rooms so we can easily rob them?" Asked somewhat puzzled one of the bodybuilder pirates
The normal thing in these situations, at least for cowards and weak civilians was to stay in their rooms hidden under their beds or inside closets and pray not to be found
But now they were doing the exact opposite? Were they drugged or something?
"Strange...
Also, they don't seem scared... quite the opposite..." Captain Charley [The Hulk] replied, the biggest and most muscular of all the pirates and the only one with a bounty of 50,077,055 berries, as baffled as his other muscular nakamas gym bros
On occasion upon recognizing his notorious identity and seeing the powerful muscles of his crew, his victims proactively gave him everything they had to avoid giving them excuses to harm them. After all, his gang's appearance was intimidating, his very high bounty and power gauge by West Blue standards suppressed any desire to fight, and his reputation for forgiving anyone who cooperated were great incentives
However, on all those occasions those who brought offerings to them did so with great fear, but none of the civilians today seemed to bring offerings to him nor did they appear to be afraid. They seemed to be impatient, anxious, and looking in all directions, as if they were waiting, looking for something or someone, or waiting for something to happen.
'What the hell is happening?' Thought Charley [The Hulk], who tried to use all the muscles of his body to find an answer... until he felt something coming towards him "What the..."
A person who jumped from the top of one of the ship's masts, landing with the classic superhero landing and with the typical cool phrase "Wow wow...
Do only security guards sleep on this boat?"
A person with a combination of physical characteristics and equipment well known to everyone in the West Blue. Something that civilians and pirates demonstrated when they shouted his ... name ... some with emotion and others with fear
"Demon Hunter!"
"Frederick Freak!"
"Carnicero de Piratas!"
"Dirty Jobs!"
"Frederick Freed!"
"Dr Doom!"
"Demon-faced Torturer!"
"Pelo sangriento!"
"Orgy creator!"
"Beast Tamer!"
"Greedy Monster!"
"Super Hunter!"
"Human Weapon!"
"Heroe de Blastein"
"Venom Demon!"
"Doppelganger!"
"Ball Breaker!"
"Flash Kill!"
Etc.. Etc...
"...
...
Yeah, I'm all of them..." Fred said rather apathetically as everyone continued talking about him... before turning authoritatively to the guards "Useless security guards!
Form a security perimeter!
Don't let my spectators come near the stage!
And don't bother..."
"YES SIR!" The guards answered without complaining despite not being his boss for obvious reasons "AT YOUR SERVICE SIR!"
As Fred ordered the security team made sure that none of the tourists did anything stupid and limiting them to only being able to cheer on Fred from a distance as if they were spectators cheering on their favorite boxer. The only fighter who received praise and support from the public in an improvised ring full of scared applicants
"You...
Aren't you supposed to be retired?" Charley asked, scared of Fred although he tried not to externalize it
It was normal to be afraid, since, like many people, he read the newspaper a few days ago and saw that Fred single-handedly massacred his direct competition. Pirates he had once fought with and who had global combat power similar to his... so he couldn't help but shudder at the thought that he might have been one of them.
Chills that stopped quickly to see that that little monster had retired for a while from the bounty hunter business and that his intention was to make one last big assault in the West Blue before trying his luck on the Grand Line.
The odds of running into that pirate-eating monster was practically 0, but now…
"It's a little break that you guys have interrupted... and I'm not going to refuse to collect more than fifty million..." Fred replied while cracking his knuckles with self-sufficiency, as if his victory was a certainty "Anyway, let's put aside the useless talk Charley...
What do you want? Perish or die?
You choose!"
"SHOOT!!" Charley [The Hulk] yelled without wasting another second.
BANG! BANG! BAAAANGGG!!!
All of his hyper-bulked men, proud to use huge weapons in combat, fired their big rifles, miniguns, and even medium-sized cannons at the red-haired teen, though many of those projectiles weren't aimed directly at Fred.
The pirates knew of the great speed of their enemy and of the high chances that he could dodge the projectiles that were aimed at him. For this reason they also shot around him to be able to cut off all escape routes and hopefully embed a bullet in his body.
However, to everyone's surprise, Fred made no attempt to dodge those shots.
'Just in time...
Let's test my skills'
Instead of speeding up, Fred stood still and imbued his body with a thin layer of the greenish light was able generate thanks to his Life Life No Mi. And when the bullets touched that greenish light and were about to pass through it to harm Fred
Pluf! Pluf! Pluf!
Each and every one of them turned into light, soft, delicate, harmless, reddish rose petals that just lashed Fred gently.
Pluf! Pluf! Pluf! Pluf! Pluf! Pluf! Pluf! Pluf! Pluf!
The same thing happened with the shots intercepted by Fred's hair, which expanded like never before, to transform all the bullets and thus prevent anyone or anything from getting hurt by the projectiles
"Mmffff!
Smell of flowers..." Said Fred as he struck a cool, stylish, intimidating and somewhat chuunibyou jojo pose that partially reflected his thoughts 'And now I'm bulletproof bitches!
Except for the bullets imbued with Haki and…
The ones that are made Kaioseki too? Will they be vulnerable to my ability if they don't touch me directly?'
And while Fred admired his ability, its possible applications and its possible limitations, the rest of the people, whether they were admirers or enemies, could only shout...
"NANIIIIIII????!!!"
No one expected that strange pose, that those bullets would suddenly turn into rose petals upon contact with Fred and the vast majority weren't able to understand or accept that something like that was possible. Only a few people with a bit of general knowledge about the world, were able to understand and give an explanation about what had just happened before their eyes.
"That is...
An Akuma no Mi!?
Fred is an Akuma No Mi user!?"
That ignorance and surprise weren't surprising.
The Akuma No Mi's were extremely limited products and rarely seen outside of the Grand Line. So rare that in many places their existence wasn't known or were considered myths, legends, sorcery and there're a lot of absurd and unscientific superstitions about them.
A lot of pirates could spend their whole lives looking for one... even if it wasn't powerful... and die without having the opportunity to taste it's shitty savour in the hope of gaining power that would make them stand out from the rest.
And this was partly Charley's situation.
"SHIT! THE BULLETS DON'T AFFECT HIM!
ATTACK HIM WITH YOUR MELEE WEAPONS!" Charley yelled at his men to change their strategy.
The captain of the Hulk pirates knew the ABC's of taking on guys with annoying Akuma No Mi abilities. If the bullets became useless the only smart option to beat...unless you were fighting a Logia type user... was attacking melee
And that was precisely what his subordinates and gym bros were about to do right now.
"AAAHHHHHHH!!!"
Although with some fear, many charged at Fred brandishing large and heavy metal maces, sabers, axes and even bodybuilder weights with the firm intention of destroying him into a thousand pieces with a single blow.
Even so, despite the fact that those dangerous weapons were only inches away from him and about to hit him, Fred remained still with a confident smile on his face.
Pluf! Pluf! Pluf!
That was so because there was no need to worry, since those bladed weapons without haki imbued just like bullets turned into flowers without the ability to harm anyone before they could hit Fred.
"NANIIII!!!???" The bodybuilder pirates yelled as they saw that not only their attacks were useless, they had also lost their valuable weapons and training tools
And at the same time Fred delighted the public with a mocking phrase full of sarcasm "Thanks for the flowers, but... you're not my type"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
¡FRED! ¡FRED! ¡FRED! ¡FRED!"
All those who emerged from their rooms to witness the slaughter of pirates by the West Blue's favourite bounty hunter they searched for days on board got more than they came for.
They have just witnessed an unusual spectacle full of surprise, flowers and humor in which an almost legendary hero of this sea showed his new power-up to the general public for the first time
A power that hadn't been mentioned by any newspaper
And now he was showing them off in the most colorful way possible in front of them! Many felt it was worth paying for tickets on this ship just for this! Many felt that the high ticket price of this ship had already been made up just by seeing this show!
"FUCK!
WEAPONS DON'T WORK AGAINST HIM!
USE YOUR MUSCLES! YOUR BIG BEAUTIFUL MUSCLES!" Yelled Charley, who while emphasizing his big muscles charged at Fred as well.
The pirate captain understood the situation well.
Weapons and bullets, non-living objects, could be transformed into flowers with great ease thanks to Fred's incredible Akuma No Mi, but nothing seemed to indicate that this would also work with the human body.
Charley knew that Fred's ability that transformed things couldn't be a Logia, so his enemy had to be solid and limits to what he could or couldn't transform into flowers.
Otherwise, this would be the most powerful Akuma No Mi in the world and it was contradictory that it was so.
And he hit the spot!
"DIE!!" Shouted the flower-covered pirates who had rolled over Fred earlier, who raised their fists to strike the magical bounty hunter.
Despite losing their weapons, the Hulk pirates didn't lose their cool and hope of winning!
Unlike other pirate gangs, all members of the Hulk pirates trained their bodies crazily to meet the demands of former weightlifter and wrestler Captain Charley, so they had enough strength, practice, and confidence to fight even wild animals with their bare hands.
Unfortunately for them, Fred wasn't an opponent they could beat with sheer strength.
'Idiots...'
At high speed Fred's hair expanded and spread through light touches the greenish light of the Life Life No Mi on the clothing of the nearby enemies.
"NANIIIIIIIIIIII!!!??"
Clothes that turned almost instantly into anacondas, boas, pythons, snakes, and rattlesnakes that quickly constricted, strangled, bit, poisoned and sentenced their naked victims to death.
"You have to learn to take no for an answer!
Perverts!" Fred said, acting humorously as if he were a damsel. 'Another of the many practical applications in combat that we didn't see in Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.
Turn enemies' clothes into snakes!
And I have more variety of snakes available after my visit at the exhibition…
Great!'
If there was anything in common with the 99,69% of all the people Fred had faced until now and that would surely face in the future was that they had clothes… and the 99.99% of those clothes weren't alive and therefore could be affected by his Life Life No Mi
With a little touch, even just a touch of his long, lush, malleable hair, Fred could extend his power and leave his opponents stark naked, thus killing them in shame.
But if shame wasn't able to kill them, the snakes he summoned directly into their own bodies would, since his summoned creatures restrained and poisoned their former wielders almost instantly
"FUCK! FUCK! GET THEM OFF!"
"KIAAHHHHH!!! PERVERTS!!"
"ANTIDOTE! DOES ANYONE HAVE AN ANTIDOTE? PLEASE!"
"Look dad! I can see his penis! And it's so small!"
"HE'S INVINCIBLE! WE CANNOT DEFEAT HIM!"
"As a doctor I would say his penises are this small because of the steroids..."
A lethal combination that embarrassed and terrified audiences and foes alike...everyone except Charley, who out of conviction stripped himself completely naked to have no weak points when facing his greatest foe to date.
"DAMN PHENOMENON!" Charley yelled, charging at Fred with much greater speed than expected while he jerked his shrunken penis in the air "YOU'RE DEAD!!"
"OH NO!
ANOTHER PERVERT TRIES TO SEXUALLY HARASSMENT ME! HELP!" Fred yelled excessively overreacting, continuing his slightly risqué comedy show on a cruise ship packed with families traveling with their young children. "Why the hell do I have to be so attractive?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Even so, the viewers had no choice but to laugh.
See such a disproportionately small penis on the body of such a muscular adult man is something that amuse almost every human being. Especially when these guys are bad guys who were getting what they deserved, something that completely nullified any feelings of guilt over this act of body shaming.
However, something as basic as that wasn't the only thing that made the great public laugh, clap and cheer! The bounty hunter's continuous burlesque acts were the best of all!
Although Charley was pretty fast... especially now that he'd shed his clothes... he was a tortoise next to a hare like Fred, who ran across the deck of the ship transforming the clothes of his enemies into snakes and making fun of their micropenises while his captain chased him without being able to catch him
Charley certainly had commendable physical strength, perhaps even superior to Fred's, but the bloated pirate wasn't known for being excessively agile and speedy and therefore someone very vulnerable to such strategies. One of the many reasons why Fred always trained to have a balanced musculature that prioritized power, flexibility and agility in equal parts.
"Come for me, fucking cockroach!" Yelled Charley, that after seeing that he was unable to catch the elusive and versatile enemy of him tried to change his tactic
"OH IT'S NOT COMING THIS WAY!" Some of the audience screamed when they saw that Charley had turned his eyes and micro penis in his direction and began to charge towards them. "HE WANTS TO KILL US!?"
Instead of going after the unstoppable Fred, Charley forced Fred to go after him before he slaughtered his entire crew. Something quite dishonourable since he would have to use peaceful hostages and maybe kill some of them to defeat a teenager, but Charley could live just fine with the guilt.
Obviously this didn't go unnoticed by Fred, despite being quite focused on using his enemies as guinea pigs
'Hmm... I wanted to try more things, but I promised Raymon that the ship wouldn't be seriously damaged and the passengers would be safe...'
For the first time that night, Fred drew his sword and immediately ran towards Charley, who was to tenths of seconds away from crashing into dozens of travellers with his four meters, rocky, muscular frame.
FIU!!!
Fred perhaps could have used this moment to backstab him, poison him, and many other tactics to finely kill him. However, Fred had to prioritize the safety of the crew that Raymon had entrusted to him stopping the big dude who could crush dozens of people with the incredible kinetic force he had accumulated even if his body died before the impact.
Therefore, Fred ran to de Charley's right side and kicked him at the right angle with all his might to divert his trajectory from the night tourists.
However, that didn't catch Charley off guard!
"I got you!"
Charley knew that Fred would try to intercept him with a powerful attack to prevent civilian casualties, that's why he was prepared to resist an attack with his muscles and immediately after.
Catch!
Grab with one of his big muscular hands on one of Fred's annoying legs! Precisely the one Fred used to kick him in the side!
With this the tables had turned!
Now he couldn't escape or use his superior speed to get away from his limited attack range, precisely the best scenario for an in-fighter like him!
"HEAVYWEIGHT SMASH!"
Charley threw Fred's body into the air to give him even less maneuverability and with his free arm delivered the most powerful blow he had to Fred's head with the firm intention of popping it like a watermelon.
SLASH! SLASH!
But Charely didn't seem to consider that unlike him, both of Fred's hands were free and that in each he held a sword with which he intended to cut the arm that was about to strike him and stab him in the heart at the same time.
Plom! Plom!
Or maybe he did consider that scenario...
"NANI!?"
Once again, someone cried out in surprise after witnessing their enemy's surreal abilities, however this time it wasn't the members of the Hulk pirates, but Fred.
How could he not?
He had just seen how a totally naked guy had just stopped and even caught his two poison-filled swords with the muscle joints of his arms and his pectorals without receiving a single scratch and thus avoiding the poisoning.
'What the hell? Could he do something like that?" Fred thought as he practically hung in the air with Charley as his only support point. "I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS IN ONE PIECE!'
His leg was trapped, as were his two favorite weapons, both stuck between Charley's rocky muscles, though Charley also had both arms busy holding onto him. A rather awkward and disadvantageous situation, but Fred could easily escape from with extremely imaginative methods thanks to his normal abilities, but above all his Life Life No Mi.
"UAAHHH!!!"
However, Fred couldn't waste much time thinking of an imaginative, innovative and cool solution, since Charley had started his grand plan now that he had a perfect grasp on it.
Throw him into the sea!
'Fuck'
Now that Fred was a user of Akuma No Mi he couldn't swim and being on a ship, in the middle of the sea, at night falling into the water would mean his death. And Charley had him by the leg and had enough strength to throw him hundreds of meters off the ship.
"HAMMER THROW!"
Grab!
But once again the tables turned again.
Before Charley could throw Fred like he was a piece of athletic equipment, his long, strong, flexible hair wrapped around the muscle giant's arm. Thus preventing him from going airborne even though it strained Fred's hair fibers, which suffered greatly after that failed throw.
"NANI??!!"
Charley not only failed to throw his enemy into the sea. Suddenly dozens of poisoned blades manipulated by Fred's hair surrounded him and pointed in places his muscles wouldn't be able to stop like before, much less at the same time…especially when he was literally strapped with the being commanding those deadly tentacles.
'Shit'
And when he found himself in that awful situation, Charley had no choice but to perform one of the techniques he hated the most.
Seimei Kikan: Muscle compression
At great speed, Charley clenched all the huge muscles in his body, avoiding the attacks that would have hit him and, most important of all, he was able to wriggle out of Fred's hair and walk away.
In this way, both Charley and Fred emerged practically unscathed from this first and at the same time complex exchange of blows, but without a doubt both had earned some respect for their adversary.
"Wow wow... do you know the Seimei Kikan too?
It turns out that you weren't just a clown with an excess of muscles and a reduced penis...
You're the second strongest I have faced in my entire life even though you aren't very fast..." Fred said as he picked up his swords and signaled to the security guards to move the passengers back to prevent situations like the previous one from happening again "Finally! A Worthy Opponent! Our Battle Will Be Legendary!"
And while Charley was going through one of the best moments of his life
"SUA SUA SUA!
It's an honor to hear the great "Pirate Butcher" praise me in this way
As you have already seen, my muscles aren't just an ornament, they're as or more versatile than your hair.
After many years of training and a strict diet I have managed to turn my precious muscles into a weapon of destruction without equal that I can wield with such precise control that I can even stop swords and bullets with them.
Normally I don't like to compress my precious ones to gain speed since I don't want to lose majesty and strength... but I guess against someone like you I will have no other choice
I will have to fight with everything to defeat you, even if I have to give up my pride! Come on! Come! I will show you the thousands of inhuman feats my mighty muscles are capable of!" Said the extremely alluded and naked Charley proudly while compressing, stretching, moving and generally manipulating his muscles in a surreal, macabre, inhuman and disgusting way that even made the audience vomit.
But vomiting or not the audience and Captain Charley were so extremely engrossed in that legendary post-fight bombastic speech and bodybuilding display that they didn't realize that several flies landed on Charley toned body as he struck different poses, each one more unnatural.
Flies that...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
WHAT'S THIS!? AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Flies that suddenly turned into an acid that quickly dissolved 70% of Charley skin and paralyzing poison that began to act upon contact with the dissolved meat
'Here's another of the many unseen applications of Giorno's power.
Bomb flies... or acid flies and poison flies in this case" Fred thought with satisfaction as he saw that his tactic was a complete success. "I don't normally like to carry acid around for safety, but with my new ability there's no problem transporting it safely... or even creating it on the spot..."
While Charley was busy satisfying his vanity, Fred used his hair to inadvertently pull out from one of his pockets a poodle tooth that he had created in the last few days to return it to its original shape.
A small assortment of vials filled with acids and various household poisons that he hid them from everyone's sight in his bushy hair!
Right after, he turned the dangerous contents of those jars into flies, opened the jars, turned the jars back into teeth, and sent the flies to land on top of the sweaty Charley.
And... the result was for all visible...
Suddenly the flies returned to their original form, severely injuring Charley's powerful muscles, which had no resistance against corrosive and paralyzing attacks "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
No... I can't move...
AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
Help... my... my muscles..."
"People vulnerable to poison...
I adore you..." Said Fred with satisfaction after the traumatic experience of fighting against a certain mythological animal immune to poison "Let me enjoy the moment a bit more and…
Stop this if you can now"
Said that Fred threw five needles at his practically paralyzed enemy, two in the legs, two in the arms and one in the torso.
Chof! Chof! Chof!
Miraculously, Charley, even in this state, was able to stop three of those needles with his muscles, only two of them stuck into his body. But it didn't matter If the needles had stuck to their target or were stopped by strangely controllable muscles, the result would have been exactly the same.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
FUCKING BASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDDDDDDD!!!
YOU SAID OUR FIGHT WILL BE LEGENDARY! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?"
The needles Fred threw turned into hundreds of gallons of the gastric juice of a strange snake, a strange snake Fred specifically went to visit at the Mastarc snake exhibition. A strange serpent called Ophidius Ingestus of ten meters long, devoid of teeth and poison whose strengths are its great ability to deform its mouth to swallow animals larger than it in a single bite and its gastric juice, capable of dissolving its prey in a matter of seconds
A gastic juice with an acidity similar to that of fluorosulfonic acid, an acid 1000 times more corrosive than sulfuric acid.
"Why? To make you lower your guard, obviously" Fred said as he returned the acid to its original form to prevent the ship's floor from dissolving "Anyway, bye-bye, Kinnikuman"
After saying that, from a safe distance, Fred swung one of his swords and slashed in the same direction as Charley's neck.
SLASH!!!
Creating a slash of cutting energy that easily slit the throat of his paralyzed enemy, who would have been completely decapitated if he didn't have such powerful neck muscles.
"Hmm… I need to practice this more…
Not only increase it's cutting the power, range an area… this should come out naturally, in each cut, no matter how light, moderate or strong the cut is..." Fred said to himself, somewhat disappointed with the current power and control he still had of this technique as he looked at Charley's corpse. "But you were a worthy opponent, I didn't lie..."
"Kyahhh?" He asked Captain Mcnugget, who climbed on one of Fred's shoulders when danger passed to criticize him.
Criticisms that Fred tried to refute as always "Yes I know...
I said that I would fight without tricks against powerful opponents from now on...
But I'm not going to risk the safety of these people.
I had to finish the fight as quickly as possible.
Didn't you see that he tried to attack them recently?"
"Kyah?"
"It's not an excuse...
Next time I'll try not to go the easy way... and convenient... and simple... and effective... and efficient..." Fred replied back, who was hurt by his own words "But is my theory really correct?
Will I really get a power-up by suppressing my abilities… or is that only possible after using everything I have in a real fight against a powerful enemy that I know I cannot defeat if I don't use all my power, intelligence and means at my disposal?
What a pain in the ass..."
But greater was the pain felt by the still living nakamas of Captain Charley when they contemplated that their boss, personal trainer and only line of defense against the most famous bloodthirsty and abominable bounty hunter in the West Blue died in a horrible way in front of them
"Dam…damn…
DAMN MONSTER!!" Shouted tearfully in extreme fear and helplessness some of the Hulk pirates, who though their legs trembled with fear tried to muster all the courage they could to die fighting
Courage shattered as Fred looked and spoke them with and extremely cold and ruthless that even shrunk the muscles they were so proud of "Hey... you...
Do you have any idea who I am and what I do on a daily basis?
"..."
No one answered his question, but there was no need…
Their silence and the fact that they stopped their last charge towards their death said more than any sentence that could come out of their clicking mouths…
"Do you know how many filler pirates I have tortured and/or killed in my three years as a bounty hunter?" Fred said as he approached them slowly, with a domineering attitude that made some even fall on their ass to the ground.
"...No..." Replied the pirate that Fred's was staring at, towards whom he continued advancing without changing his pace at all.
He was close... closer and closer... so close that he could even feel his evil and sadistic breath on his ear, to which Fred whispered something while his body remained completely still, but not due to the poison he used to paralyze his captain
The fear of suffering one of those painful and inhuman deaths like the ones reported in the newspapers had almost taken away his strength to breathe, like the rest of his gym bros.
"I don't know how many I've killed either... I got tired of counting from number one thousand and that was two years ago...
So..." Wispered Fred as he grabbed a pistol that the same pirate carried in his shoulder bag and put it in his hand to say loudly "Why don't you just kill yourself so you can reunite with the rest of your comrades?
This way you won't feel a looooooooooooooooot of pain and I won't have to do a looooooooooooooooot of work torturing you and your friends a looooooooooooooooot
It's a win-win situation, right?"
And suddenly after hearing that suggestion that inhuman fear that he felt until now turned into relief...
BANG!
And following the example of the first, the rest of the Hulk pirates who hadn't died until now killed themselves with their own weapon too
BANG! BANG! CHAF! BANG! BANG! CHAF!
"Wow... they've done it..." Fred said with some surprise upon witnessing that collective suicide "This phrase only works once out of thirty attempts...
Lucky day..."
And just when Fred thought he could go to sleep after earning the price of the cruise tickets...
"WOOOOOOOO!!!!
IT HAS BEEN INCREDIBLE!!!"
"WHAT WAS THAT!?
WHAT KIND OF AKUMA NO MI DID YOU EAT!?"
"I CANNOT BELIEVE IT! I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!
THEY KILLED THEMSELVES!!! HE MADE THEM KILL THEMSELVES!"
"YOU'RE OUR SAVIOR!!"
"THE BEST BOUNTY HUNTER IN THE WEST BLUE! THE PRESS DIDN'T LIE!"
"FRED! I LOVE YOU!!!"
"HANDSOME!!!"
"WOW HE HAS A HAWK ON HIS SHOULDER! SO CUTE!"
"CAN YOU SIGN ME AN AUTOGRAPH PLEASE!! This… IS FOR MY DAUGHTER, NOT ME!"
The crowd that until now remained behind the security perimeter and relatively silent as they witnessed this carnage full of unusual events now broke the silence and rushed towards Fred with the same enthusiasm as a football fan when his team won the final with a goal difference in the last second.
"It's nothing... it's nothing...
I am glad that I contributed to guarantee your safety and the safety of your wallets
But next time something like this happens, stay in your rooms, your safety is more important than seeing me beat the bad guys." Fred said with all the sobriety and humility to try to contain the exacerbated spirits of the people who began to surround him with admiration
But that show of humility, maturity and responsibility towards others only made things worse, especially thanks to the hanging bridge effect...
"FRED! I WANT YOUR SON!"
"PERVERTED PEDOPHILE! HE'S ONLY FIFTEEN YEARS OLD!"
"HE'S A METER TALLER THAN ME! AND LOOK AT THOSE MUSCLES AND ABDOMINALS! HE DOESN'T COUNT"
"THIS'S A... a convincing argument"
"HANDSOME!!"
And the madness of the fan phenomenon only increased...
"Come on... it's not a big deal…
You will make me blush... I only did what I had to...
Don't think that I have done this for you… baka…" Fred answered in tsundere mode after feeling excessively embarrassed upon hearing those proposals. So much so that the colour of his face began to mimic his hair colour.
And that only increased the affection that the public felt for him right now!
"FRED! FRED! FRED! FRED! FRED! FRED!"
He was used to people thanking him when he saved their lives, but he had never received such a euphoric and exaggerated ovation, especially from rich and attractive women wearing attractive ball gowns… and also was the first time his fans had held him up in the air while chanting his name over and over again.
"FRED! FRED! FRED! FRED! FRED! FRED!"
"Hahaha...
Such a nice people
Do you think this has anything to do with my latest hits Captain Mcnugget?" Fred asked with a grin from ear to ear while his fans threw him into the air to celebrate his victory... and some women even took the opportunity to touch his ass, something Fred didn't care much for. "You can touch, but don't pinch"
Fred was happy, very happy to have cultivated his good name for so long. Thanks to that good reputation among the civilian population, today I was able to hear a quantity and quality of praise that probably no other pirate hunter in the world had access to.
A fame that in some way was becoming a poison for Fred
'Don't let their praise get to you Fred, remember you're still a shitty bitch in bad syrup where the rats shit
Remember your training fucking trash!' Fred thought, trying to deflate his big ego 'YOU KNOW THAT THESE PEOPLE DON'T HAVE ANY CRITERIA! THEY'RE LIKE THE JURY OF A TALENT SHOW!
DON'T YOU DARE TO THINK AGAIN THAT YOU'RE INVINCIBLE IN THE WEST BLUE OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT'
However, maintaining that sobriety was really difficult right now, since thanks to his super-developed hearing that he got from the failed Haki training, he could hear everything very clearly...
He could hear the grown men shouting his name in euphoria as they tossed him through the air.
How the women hissed at him, flattered him and some even made risqué propositions
How the little boys looked at him with admiration and swore to train to be as strong and serene as him.
He could hear how the hearts of the girls of his official age or even younger raced when they looked at him and sighed really cheesy phrases
How the ship's staff, especially the security team, adored him after saving them from losing their lives fighting the pirates.
He could even hear the captain telling all the ship's staff to host immediately a party in his honor
Until…
"I don't deserve to breathe"
I want to reincarnate in a mussel"
Without knowing how all that collective euphoria suddenly stopped, taking an unexpected 180 degree turn
"The mites are more valuable than me"
"My name is too pretty for someone like me"
"The placenta should have lived in my place"
Dozens of people fell to the ground one after another on their knees and therefore also stopped praising Fred, stopped celebrating his victory and therefore stopped tossing him in the air...
Now the only thing Fred could hear apart from those depressing sentences was the voice of a shrill, childish being screaming...
"WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS NOISE!?
THERE'RE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO SLEEP!!!"
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