The Masses Were Fired Up!

Didn't know, didn't recognize it, had never heard of it!

Lowett really wanted to answer that way, but he knew it was impossible.

As a creature of the underworld, without signing the humiliating Eighteen Articles of Recruitment, even Mistress dared not take anything from the underworld, much less a Seed of Abomination.

As a powerful underworld race as renowned as the Haisan Dragon, every Seed of Abomination was on the Emperor's list.

Otherwise, in the One Piece World, he would not have appeared the moment Leviathan awakened its Predator Talent. Did being omniscient and omnipotent mean he had nothing to do all day?

The Emperor wasn't a novelist.

"This question... Senior, it's a complicated matter."

Lowett took a drag from his cigarette and began piecing together his words.

"Mm, it's fine. I'm listening. Take your time making it up." The visitor nodded sinisterly. If not for the problem with his words, his intentions would have been impossible to discern.

I'm dead!

I'm screwed!

It's over!

Beneath his seemingly calm expression, Lowett's mind raced at full speed.

Whether the Emperor exposed himself was his own business. Lowett's safety was the top priority. As had been said before, among the rulers of the Sea of the Dead, aside from the Emperor... and the being before him at the limit, all the others had been born of heaven and earth, born as gods!

But at the same time, they were imprisoned by the Sea of the Dead.

If they learned that Lowett's soul was a "wall-breaker" capable of crossing Time-space turbulence into other universes, the chance of these fellows refining him into some weapon or tool was dozens of percentage points higher than the chance of cooperating with him for mutual benefit!

Embarrassingly enough, though they had their own motives for scheming against