"Chapter 878: An Extremely Special Ability. "Chosen by the world at birth to be Poseidon? Isn't that a little too exaggerated?"
Zoro sat cross-legged on the carpet, a velvet cloth for maintaining his swords in his hand, but his movements had completely frozen.
He clicked his tongue softly, his brows knotting into a tight frown.
As a swordsman who sweated buckets every day and pushed his body to its limits, he found it hard to imagine that monsters who were born at the very peak could actually exist in this world.
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
Sanji leaned against the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of hard liquor, then tilted his head back and drained it in one gulp. A deep, bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"What if I told you that from the moment that girl Shirahoshi came into this world from her mother's womb, she didn't have to do a thing—she already directly possessed A-Class combat power?"
The suite instantly fell deathly silent.
This was the root reason why Sanji had always found it so hard to even muster the motivation to work hard.
His siblings, whether in bloodline or talent, were simply too outstanding. The mental pressure they brought him was almost devastating.
His eldest sister, Vivi, as the head of the Legal Affairs Department, held the Jehovah Mythical Zoan, and her overall abilities and leadership were flawless.
His second sister, Shirahoshi, was the legendary Ancient Weapon Poseidon, beloved by the will of the entire world from the moment she was born.
Not to mention that third sister, whose ability was the strangest of all...
Before this group of monsters who practically didn't belong in the category of human beings, only he, Sanji, was an utterly ordinary mortal.
And that also meant