Chapitre 2: Appearance
The colossal body of the dragon was like liquid gold.
Its majestic golden wings, when unfurled, spanned almost 30 meters in width, floating silently as if intending to eclipse the sun itself.
Rings of fire intertwined around its arms and shoulders, forming intricate patterns of condensed flames.
On its forehead, a blue gem shone with its own light, emanating an aura of sacredness.
Any mortal who had witnessed such a vision would have fallen to their knees, overwhelmed by the divine majesty.
This creature transcended the concept of a simple Devil Fruit user; it was the very incarnation of a deity.
Gently flapping its wings, and despite its colossal wingspan, it rose rapidly through the sky.
In the blink of an eye, it ascended beyond the clouds, soaring through the sky.
Golden flames sprouted from its scaly body, radiating a glow so intense it seemed like the sun.
"This is the basic combat form," it reflected. "I can release, manipulate, absorb, and mold flames at will."
"Now, for the next transformation..."
The dragon abruptly stopped in mid-air, suspended like a statue.
With a movement, it coiled its long tail, its serpentine body, and folded its wings over itself, metamorphosing into a perfect sphere of shining gold.
"Sphere mode," it announced. "This form maximizes my defense and resistance. Additionally, I can emanate healing flames, rapidly restoring my vitality and healing wounds."
"At the same time, exposure to sunlight strengthens my body."
"And finally, the last form..."
Without warning, an intense blaze enveloped the golden sphere, turning it into a miniature sun.
Among the crackling flames, the Dragon stretched majestically, spreading its wings with a deafening roar.
"ROOOOOAAARRRR!!"
Its body transformed completely into a being of pure fire, with flames of an incandescent yellow intermingled with burning red, capable of consuming everything.
Despite the great altitude, the scorching heat began to evaporate the clouds of the Island that lay far below, as if the sky were melting.
"Immortal Phoenix, the manifestation of divine wrath."
"A fire of unimaginable intensity, immune to all damage and capable of calcining the soul itself."
One fruit, three powerful and distinct forms.
These transformations were barely scratching the surface of his fruit's abilities. He knew that upon fully awakening his fruit, he would reach a truly divine level.
'Since things are this way, there's nothing to fear,' Michael thought, feeling absolute confidence flood his being.
With grace, he returned to his spherical form, wrapped in a mantle of soft yellow flames that danced on his surface.
The phoenix form, though powerful, had considerably drained his energies.
In his current state, he estimated he could only launch one devastating attack before completely exhausting his strength.
Fortunately, the sphere mode allowed him to recover with astonishing speed.
It was like a divine perpetuum mobile, an infinite cycle of power and regeneration.
After remaining suspended in the sky for a while, absorbing energy and restoring his vigor, Michael's colossal body descended gently towards another nearby cloud island.
Upon touching the ethereal surface, his form began to contract and transform.
Having already tested his complete animal form, it was time to explore his hybrid state.
The metamorphosis was fluid and controlled. When it finished, Michael had regained the appearance of a child, but with a crucial difference.
His youthful body was now clad in shining golden armor, each piece perfectly fitted to his figure.
This modification in his hybrid form was not accidental; Michael had invested considerable sums of money to perfect it.
After all, the idea of turning into a grotesque humanoid dragon seemed unappealing to him.
The golden armor covered every inch of his being, including a helmet that completely concealed his face.
On his back, something unique unfolded: two pairs of majestic wings, one belonging to his original angelic form, and the other, the imposing dragon wings.
From the base of his spine, a thin, golden tail extended, moving with a life of its own.
The halo of golden flames, reminiscent of his basic form, continued to float above his head, completing his appearance.
Extending his four wings, which shone with a glow, he rose.
"Still slow..." He murmured to himself, his voice barely audible in the vastness of the sky.
At that instant, the halo of golden flames that crowned his back vanished.
Suddenly, his figure burst into a blinding flash of golden light.
In the next blink, Michael became a shooting star, quickly traversing the sky.
His form was barely perceptible, a golden blur that left trails of light.
Michael crossed vast expanses of the White-White Sea, occasionally plunging into the ocean of clouds to emerge seconds later.
After what seemed an eternity of ecstatic flight, he finally felt he had quenched his thirst for speed and freedom.
As he descended towards a new cloud island, his hybrid form gradually faded, giving way to his original appearance.
With elegance, his feet touched the cloudy shore, his white robe gently waving in the breeze.
"Well, it's time to plan my next move."
Sitting on the ethereal shore, he submerged his bare feet in the undulating clouds of the White Sea.
His gaze was lost on the horizon as he murmured: "What should be my path from now on...?"
The certainty of being on a Sky Island was the only concrete thing in his situation.
He was unaware of the exact location or the temporal moment in which he found himself, enigmas that he needed to urgently resolve.
"Status," He invoked once again the translucent panel.
His eyes fixed on a specific column that caught his immediate attention.
[Territories: None]
A smile formed on his face. "So I also have missions to fulfill..."
In the game mechanics: The choice of a side determined the main missions. For example, being a pirate implied the search for the title of Pirate King; a Marine had to end the era of piracy; a Revolutionary would face the World Government.
However, Michael had chosen a different path, one that resonated with his deepest ambitions.
He had opted for the [Conqueror] faction.
His main mission was simple: Conquer the entire world.
Progress in this mission promised rewards, usually in the form of chests with random prizes.
And once you choose your side, you can't switch to another.
You can only dedicate yourself to doing your main mission.
The special thing about all this is that in the promotions made for the game: It said that completing the main mission would open the doors to a new adventure in a different world.
The corners of Michael's lips curved into an increasingly wide smile, reflecting his growing enthusiasm.
The idea of conquering this new world filled his being with excitement.
His personality, previously lacking moral restrictions, was now amplified by the power and possibilities that extended before him.
He was determined to live this new life to the fullest, regardless of the consequences.
His next step was clear: explore the island that would be the first step in his ascent to world domination.
The conquest of the entire world would begin here, on this floating piece of sky.
During his previous flight, he had observed the topography of the island, noting a settlement in its center.
With an elegant beat of his wings, he rose into the sky.
In a matter of minutes, the city unfolded before his eyes like a white canvas.
The size of the metropolis was considerable, comparable to a capital in his previous life.
The buildings, uniformly white, created the impression of a town floating among the clouds.
Without hesitation, Michael descended directly over the city, offering a privileged view of the streets and squares from the heights.
The architecture was predominantly low, but the network of streets was intricate and extensive.
The inhabitants, visible from his elevated position, shared a characteristic with Michael: they all possessed wings. However, theirs were significantly smaller, inadequate for flight, and lacked the halo of flames he had on his back.
From the ground, the villagers observed Michael with amazement, speculating about his nature and origin.
Upon reaching a certain point, a giant sign made of clouds proclaimed: "Lovely Street".
"Indeed, this is Skypiea," he confirmed.
Noting this quickly, he landed softly on one of the main streets.
Nearby residents, with their small wings, surrounded him with looks of admiration and curiosity.
"Did you see? He flew here like it was nothing!"
"His wings are huge! And what's that ring of fire on his back?"
"He's so beautiful! No, rather, he's divine!"
"Whose child could this be? How I wish I had a son like that!"
Michael's only reaction to the discussions developing around him was...
I can understand it.
All the effort invested in creating his character was bearing fruit, getting exactly the reactions he had desired.
As for the rest of the implications of his arrival, Michael remained impassive.
He walked down the street with a look full of curiosity, absorbing every detail of his surroundings.
The buildings of Skypiea, built with island clouds, defied logic. Despite their appearance, they possessed a consistency similar to earth and rock.
White was omnipresent here, unique in its purity.
The shops on the main streets mainly exhibited products based on Dials, along with a limited variety of local ingredients.
'Their resources are scarce....' He reflected, understanding the reason for Skypiea's reduced population.
As he wandered calmly, his presence continued to attract looks of amazement and curiosity.
"Where should I start?" he wondered, considering his options. "Perhaps I should transform into my dragon form to truly impress these people."
BOOM!
A sudden explosion interrupted his thoughts, the sound coming from behind a row of nearby houses.
"Oh? Looks like someone is having fun," he murmured, raising an eyebrow with interest.
Beating his wings, he rose above the heads of the astonished spectators, heading towards the source of the commotion.
In an instant, he landed on the roof of a house, obtaining a privileged view of what was unfolding below.
On the street, a conflict was in full swing. A group of uniformed men surrounded a rebellious-looking teenager.
"Enel! Damned brat! How dare you act like this?" shouted one of the uniformed men.
Huh?
Michael was momentarily disconcerted, his eyes opening with surprise.
"Enel?"
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