The Terror of the Memo-Memo Fruit and a Fate-Defying Declaration of Awakening!

As the crew's combatant, Zoro understood better than anyone the danger of keeping a beast on the level of the Four Emperors at their side.

Rather than rely on such uncertain control, he preferred to chop that old woman's head off right here and eliminate the threat for good.

Faced with Zoro's pointed warning and the looks everyone gave him, as though he had gone mad, Ronan showed no anger.

Instead, another cold smile curled his lips.

His gaze swept over Zoro before settling on BIG MOM on the ground, his tone utterly composed:

"If we don't try... how will we know it won't work?"

Ronan slowly turned his head, his eyes locking onto Pudding again. With an irresistible pull in his gaze, he asked softly:

"What do you think, Pudding?"

Gulp... Pudding swallowed hard.

Ronan's earlier compliment, free of any disgust toward her, had stirred an urge within her to lay down her life for this man.

But faced with the absolute gulf in their strength, her instincts as a Devil Fruit user would not let her tell even the slightest lie.

All three of her eyes filled with agonizing conflict and fear. Like a startled bird, she waved her hands frantically and stammered:

"L-Lord Ronan... your idea is far too insane!"

Pudding was so frantic that tears nearly spilled from her eyes. She glanced at the unconscious BIG MOM in the distance, a veritable mountain of flesh, and trembled all over:

"My Memo-Memo Fruit ability really can extract and alter other people's memories at will, just like editing film."

"But... this ability has strict limitations!"

Pudding drew a deep breath and laid bare the deepest laws governing her Devil Fruit:

"Against ordinary people, or anyone far weaker than me, of course I can do whatever I want."

"But...