They Are No Longer Clean

Geppo, in an instant (0.36 seconds), involves repeatedly and rapidly stomping on the ground dozens of times to generate explosive reactive force for high-speed movement, making it appear as if one has vanished from the enemy's sight.

This technique doesn't require any Internal Energy, Immortal Qi, or Battle Qi to activate. As long as one's physique is strong enough and their leg speed can reach this level, they can successfully cultivate it.

There are no profound martial arts manuals; all it takes is ten steps in 0.36 seconds.

At first, he also cultivated it with a hopeful, albeit uncertain, attitude.

Then there's Tekkai, which is essentially taking hits.

Geppo, Rankyaku, and Kami-e haven't shown much progress, likely because they haven't met the required standards yet.

Although Shigan wasn't successfully cultivated, Chaos can leave finger-sized craters on trees when his hands are in Golden Material form.

Compared to his self from three years ago, the current Chaos could easily defeat thousands of them.

But these current rewards were all earned through sweat and torment over the past three years.

It was difficult to persevere at first, but he gradually got used to it.

Lying on his back on the Great Tiger's back, Chaos maintained his full Goldenization, the duration of which depended on when his stamina ran out.

However, the stamina consumed every second was almost negligible. If he were to take hits while in Goldenization, his stamina would deplete much faster.

"Roar~"

Not long after, Little Tiger carried Chaos to the other side of the mountain. On a grassy area, a lion about seven to eight meters long was lying down, a scar across its face making it look even fiercer than Little Tiger.

This was Little Lion, one of the Three Musketeers.

Its experience was similar to Little Tiger's.

Ever since meeting Chaos, its lion life had been a rollercoaster!

Now, upon seeing the shimmering golden little man, its fierce face instantly deflated.

"Go catch me two top-grade elks!"

Chaos sat up, looking at the sulking lion's head, his golden eyes narrowing slightly.

Who was this guy sulking at?

Did it want some "love education"?

He wasn't even afraid of tattooed people, so why would he be afraid of someone with a perm?

When it came to being tough, he was the king of the biological world.

"Pfft~"

Little Lion's large head shook. After sneezing, it flicked its tail, exuding the aura of a melancholic prince all over.

Then, Little Tiger continued forward, eventually arriving at a wide river. On the sandy bank, a fifteen-meter-long crocodile lay on its back, basking in the sun and snoring.

It wasn't just its gaping maw that was a problem; its tongue was lolling out, dripping saliva.

It looked like it was sleeping soundly.

It was the overlord of this river, and its greatest dream was to bite Chaos to death.

"Boom~"

Chaos appeared on the sand out of nowhere. He swung his right leg back and fiercely kicked the sharp-toothed head. Accompanied by a heart-wrenching howl, its fifteen-meter-long body soared through the air before crashing onto the ground and rolling repeatedly.

It quickly flipped over from the ground. Upon seeing Chaos, its previously enraged emotions vanished instantly.

It's this damned guy again!!

Ten minutes later.

On the dry ground by the riverbank, Little Lion reluctantly returned, dragging two elks. Little Tiger also brought back a pile of deadwood from the forest. As for Little Jaw, it emerged from the river, carrying several plump fish in its mouth.

Everyone had their assigned tasks.

Chaos, who had been practicing finger strength by doing a handstand, stopped and began to start a fire.

One person, one lion, one tiger, and one crocodile sat around the campfire. Compared to the sizes of the lion, tiger, and crocodile, Chaos, despite having grown from 1.76 meters to 2 meters over the past three years, was still insignificant.

"What are you standing around for? Go gut them and clean them. Do I need to teach you?"

Chaos raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp.

"Roar~"

The three creatures, a mix of anger and fear, begrudgingly began to prepare the fish and elks.

Their sharp claws sliced through the bellies with ease, expertly removing the innards, skinning the elks or scaling the fish, and then washing them in the river before skewering them on branches.

The entire process was clean, efficient, and skillful to a painful degree.

Chaos sat by the campfire, watching the three large creatures miserably clean the food, feeling no guilt whatsoever.

Speaking of which, this world was strange. Some animals had surprisingly high intelligence, and some even possessed Armament Haki, like these three.

He had gotten along well with these three over the past two or three years. If they hadn't been chasing him all over the mountains at first, his current physique might not be as strong.

Unfortunately, apart from Geppo, other Rokushiki techniques, and even Armament and Observation Haki, had shown little improvement.

He remembered that for Armament Haki and Tekkai, one just needed to take hits. The more hits taken, the more likely an awakening might occur.

He had taken quite a few beatings over these past three years, but unfortunately, it was useless.

However, his durability and recovery abilities had improved, that much was clear.

He had also trained his Observation Haki. He would blindfold himself and turn into a small golden man, letting the three of them sneak attack him. His dynamic reaction abilities had also improved, but it was still like a thin veil separating him from true mastery. Without breaking through it, there would still be a world of difference.

In the world of pirates, Armament Haki and Observation Haki were the most basic abilities, and one had to master them.

"Looks like it's time to leave."

Chaos stared into the campfire, lost in thought. For the past three years, he had only interacted with animals. Although he had encountered life-threatening situations, he hadn't engaged in any actual combat with humans.

This would be a weakness.

In other words, he lacked real combat experience.

Only through combat would one discover their shortcomings and rapidly grow stronger. Learning in isolation was not advisable!

Now that he had some ability to protect himself, it was time to go out and experience this magnificent era.

Seeing Chaos lost in thought, the lion, tiger, and crocodile didn't disturb him.

Instead, they placed the elk and several large fish over the campfire, occasionally using their large claws to flip them. As the aroma wafted out, saliva began to secrete from their ferocious, sharp teeth, and their thick tails swished against the ground as they swallowed.

Only at this time of day, or in the evening, were they happy to see Chaos.

At all other times, they wished they could bite him to death, leaving not even a bone fragment!

After filling their bellies, they began their daily "loving and killing" routine.

Chaos closed his eyes, dodging the attacks of the three creatures. If he couldn't dodge, he would take a hit, occasionally retaliating. In short, he was fighting for his life.

Those three wouldn't hold back either; they wished they could kill Chaos.

Everyone harbored killing intent!

The current life was truly not the freedom that a lion, a tiger, and a crocodile should have.

In short, they wanted to kill him.

Scratching, clawing, biting, charging – the three creatures exchanged glances and reached a consensus. Their tacit understanding had been built over the past two years. Once they killed this human, they would be good brothers again.

Then, they could return to their peak lives, surrounded by lionesses, living freely as tigers, lions, and crocodiles was not a dream!

For a time, it was chaos, with screams echoing, until the sun began to set.

"Hoo~"

"Awesome!"

Sweating profusely and covered in bruises, Chaos shook his sweat-soaked hair and stretched. His entire body ached. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he felt uncomfortable if he didn't get beaten for a day.

The three creatures on the ground, bruised and swollen, stuck out their tongues and panted, lying on the ground. Their faces were contorted in despair from the pain.

It was like their lives were forcibly taken for the first time.

They were no longer pure.

More than ten minutes later, when they saw Chaos dragging an elk and waving goodbye to them affectionately, the three simpletons crouching on the ground uniformly turned their mouths and spat on the ground, wishing Chaos would disappear from the face of the earth.

They had been praying for this dream for over two years.

But it was useless.

The next day, that beast would still come looking for them.