Blood-Blood Fruit
Roy's lips twitched. This stupid bird's acting skills are really superb. I have a feeling that it has pretended to be dead many times before!
However, judging from the foolish bird's reaction, the place that sealed away the first "madman" who attempted to become a god must be just ahead.
Moreover, the closer you get to the center of Laugh Tale, the stronger the mythical creatures that appear. At the beginning, the stupid bird and the three-headed dog of hell were only physically strong and did not have many special abilities. But now, even powerful creatures like the Phoenix, which can be reborn from the ashes, have appeared.
In this light, the appearance of these mythical creatures on Laugh Tale Island may also be inextricably linked to that seal.
"Or should it be said to be... the radiation of the World Will? The closer a creature is to the World Will, the stronger it becomes. Like Kaido, who can even achieve the true meaning of Dragon's Breath."
"It's also possible that the appearance of these mythical creatures was orchestrated by the 'demon' sealed on the island, with the aim of using their power to break the seal and return to the sea."
Roy shook his head, stopped thinking, and walked straight into the depths of the dense forest. He would see for himself what the outcome would be.
The silly bird's eagle face showed a human-like struggle, then it resolutely sat down on the ground, turned around, and looked like a loyal dog guarding the entrance.
After walking a few steps, a huge Poneglyph stood before them, on which was inscribed the following:
"The newcomer, I am Gol D. Roger, a pirate. If you have come here in search of the One Piece, then congratulations! Behind this Poneglyph lies the ultimate power of this world! A power powerful enough to overturn the world!"
"It seems even the Pirate Kings is limited by his own perspective. The power to overturn the world? Perhaps that was true 800 years ago..." Roy shook his head and didn't read any further. What followed was nothing more than a warning about the risks hidden behind the power or the secrets concealed behind the World Government, which no longer held much meaning for him.
In terms of strength, he has now surpassed Roger by countless margins, and his understanding of this world is far beyond what Roger, who has been dead for over twenty years, could ever hope to achieve. He has long since reached the pinnacle of this world.
As we continued forward, the air in the forest became moist and sweet, as if it were soaked in a layer of water mist. The further we went, the thicker the air became, as if it were about to condense into dew.
Tick-tock! Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
A gentle drizzle fell, lightly dripping onto Roy's face. A familiar scent filled his nostrils—the smell of blood!
A blood rain suddenly fell in the forest. The surrounding trees, from trunks to branches to leaves, were all scarlet as blood, as if they had been drenched in blood, which was chilling.
The blood rain fell to the ground, gathering into streams that flowed gently and continued to surge deeper into the dense forest.
Stepping into the blood-red stream, it was as if countless Vengeful Soul echoed in his ears: pirates defeated by him, Mink Tribe unwilling to perish, and marines who died with their eyes wide open, all coming to claim his life with ferocious faces.
Roy finally understood why the stupid bird refused to step into this forest even at the cost of its life; such terrifying scenes and illusions were practically the natural enemy of all living beings.
However, these were child's play for him. He was a master at manipulating souls. If he were to be deceived by the illusions inherent in blood and energy, he would have no reason to continue living.
Roy continued walking forward without changing his expression. The streams had converged into a sea of blood, and in the center of the sea of blood was a giant Sea Stone Poneglyph. The roar that could be faintly heard coming from the Poneglyph could be heard.
The closer he got to the Poneglyph, the more violent the malevolent aura became, constantly assaulting Roy's will. His blood seemed to be out of control, surging wildly through his body, and his whole body seemed to swell up, as if it were about to explode at any moment.
This is an extremely terrifying soul attack recorded in the Poneglyph tablet of the Pirate King Roger. Even a figure at the level of Admiral Four Emperors would have difficulty withstanding it unscathed. However, Roy was somewhat disappointed. As one of only two people in the world at his level, this level of attack was indeed a bit beneath him!
"It seems you've really weakened to the limit. This kind of attack is really... pitifully weak!" Roy shook his head. Although he was somewhat disappointed, it was actually within his expectations. After all, the opponent's soul, which had finally managed to escape, had spent twenty years trying to defeat Kozuki Oden. This showed just how weak this guy had become.
Although Kozuki Oden was quite strong, reaching the level of an Admiral at his peak, the gap between them should still be quite significant.
"Who... who are you? How dare you speak to the supreme god like this!" An angry roar came from the Poneglyph.
"Heh, this is truly the first time I've seen a god imprisoned within Poneglyph!" Roy said mockingly. "Hmm, let me guess why you're so weak..."
Roar!
"Could it be that someone comes to reinforce the seal every one or two hundred years, and in the meantime, steals the world's essence from your body, causing you to weaken continuously, so that when someone finally managed to enter here by chance more than twenty years ago, you were already powerless to take over their body..."
"Ah! How did you know? Are you one of that despicable thief's men? I'll kill you!" In a fit of rage, the figure in the Poneglyph actually broke through the limitations of the Sea Stone and projected into mid-air.
In an instant, the sea of blood on the ground rushed towards Roy, and even the blood in Roy's body exploded wildly inside him like small bombs.
"The ability to manipulate blood, the Blood-Blood Fruit?" Roy wasn't too concerned. The guy in front of him was extremely weak, and his main body was sealed inside the Poneglyph. This little bit of power was nothing to fear.
Dream Advent, reality is distorted, and the projection in mid-air gradually fades, eventually vanishing like a bubble.
"No, you're not that thief's man... He would never allow someone like you to appear!" Perhaps it was because of the overwhelming strength Roy displayed that the person in the monument realized that Roy was the same kind of being as him, and he became surprisingly calm after the projection shattered.
"To remain sober after 800 years of solitude, it seems I underestimated you," Roy remarked in amazement.
"Has it been 800 years already... In this long period of time, I have almost forgotten the concept of time!" A faint sigh came from the Poneglyph.