What a Monster!

Paper Art wasn't something he could learn overnight, so he would take it slow!

With no pressure to survive, Zhu Mang was very relaxed.

What a joke—he wasn't some webnovel protagonist who started out burdened by blood-deep hatred.

The only one who had a grudge against him was Frieza.

There was no point even discussing whether he could beat him.

Frieza had sent him from the dangerous Dragon Ball World to this "paradise" called the world of One Piece with a single Planet-Destroying Energy Ball, turning him from a mere fodder soldier into a "one-punch invincible man."

Did that... really count as an enemy?

Oh, you meant the blood debt of those Saiyans on Planet Vegeta?

Sorry, he had transmigrated from Earth.

What the hell did the extinction of the Saiyans have to do with him?

So he had plenty of time to slowly figure out this technique.

If he couldn't learn it in a day, then he would take ten days.

If ten days weren't enough, then he would take a year.

He refused to believe that he couldn't learn a "low-level skill"!

With that thought, Zhu Mang yawned, turned around, and returned to his room to get some sleep first.

"Young people shouldn't stay up late all the time."

"Then I won't do it. I'll sleep."

That was the highest directive. He had to obey.

After Zhu Mang left, several figures approached from afar.

Sengoku, Tsuru, and Aokiji stood in the training ground Zhu Mang had ravaged, staring silently at the mess on the ground.

"Finger Pistol, Tempest Kick... It seems he has already mastered the Rokushiki!" Tsuru's tone was slightly grave.

Sengoku nodded faintly. "It has been less than three hours since we gave him the Rokushiki. He even went to the cafeteria and ate enough food for a hundred people..."

"So he only spent about an hour learning the Six Powers and mastering their advanced techniques?" Aokiji was dumbfounded.

He had always believed that he was something of a genius himself.

He had joined the Marines at nineteen. When he entered the Elite Training Camp, his results had been far ahead of everyone else's. Other than Sakazuki and Borsalino, no one could compare to him.

Later, he had become an admiral at thirty, becoming one of the few strongest figures on the seas.

Yet even so, learning the Six Powers in just an hour still felt utterly unreal to him.

Was that something a human could do?

At that moment, he only felt like a joke!

What was a genius?

This was a real genius!

"Most of the Six Powers depend on physical ability. The techniques themselves are not particularly difficult, and I'm sure you have both experienced his physical capabilities. It truly would not be difficult for him," Tsuru, ever sharp-eyed, revealed the truth.

"Even so, it's still hard to accept," Aokiji said with a trace of bitterness in his voice. He had taken a heavy blow.

"That's enough, Kuzan," Sengoku barked. "You're already this old, yet you're acting like a child!"

He did not want one of the three admirals to suddenly lose his conviction at a time like this.

In a world where strength and mentality were connected to a certain extent, a person's mindset could sometimes truly determine their strength.

"Ara ara~" Aokiji shut his mouth, though his mindset had indeed recovered somewhat.

He was not truly despairing over anything. He simply found it difficult to accept for the moment.

But he had been an admiral for seventeen years. Naturally, he would not wallow in self-pity over something like this.

"More importantly, where exactly did he come from?" Sengoku asked gravely.

After speaking with Zhu Mang, they had urgently mobilized the intelligence agencies the Marines had stationed nearby to investigate everything concerning Zhu Mang and Doflamingo on the Sabaody Archipelago, hoping to trace Zhu Mang's origins through the clues.

However, every lead still ended at the Sabaody Archipelago.

No matter how they investigated, they could only determine that he had appeared alongside Doflamingo.

Going further back, they only knew that Doflamingo had indeed left Dressrosa alone.

But no one knew where he went afterward.

He had traveled using his own String-String Fruit ability, which was far too covert.

And time was pressing, so they could not investigate that much.

Thus, Sengoku and the others could only have the investigation continue while making their own guesses.

"He has a monkey tail, but there is no monkey-tailed race in the world. Could it be because he ate some kind of Devil Fruit?"

"Could he be a monkey Mink from the Mink Tribe, whose fur has simply degenerated?" Aokiji offered a theory.

"The Mink Tribe lives atop the giant elephant Zou and constantly roams the seas, making it difficult to locate them. I'll send people to investigate, but I don't have much hope," Tsuru said.

"If it was a Devil Fruit... do we have any clues as to what fruit he ate?" Sengoku frowned.

"A monkey tail, the ability to fly through the air, and laser-like attacks... There are indeed records of several mythical creatures with similar traits," Tsuru said.

Then, the three had several Marine soldiers clean up the area before heading to Tsuru's chief strategist office.

Tsuru took several sheets of paper from her desk. Clearly, she had already anticipated certain possibilities.

There were four sheets in total, each recording a mythical creature that fit the description fairly well.

[Ape God, usually regarded as a messenger or incarnation of a mountain god. It possesses the ability to ride clouds and mist and has certain connections to the sun god.]

[Tengu, a hybrid of "monkey + bird." Legend says it possesses supernatural powers such as flight, wind control, and illusion techniques.]

[Ape Demon, with a monkey face and an oni's body. It can teleport and can even climb through the air into the heavens.]

[Ape Fox, a fox yokai capable of flying into the sky. It sometimes takes the form of a monkey to confuse humans.]

Sengoku and Aokiji fell silent as they looked over the intelligence reports.

Tsuru picked up another sheet. "A similar Mythical Type Devil Fruit once appeared on the seas: the [Bird-Bird Fruit, Mythical Type, Model: Nue]. The Nue is a legendary bird of ill omen, with the head of a monkey, the body of a tanuki, tiger claws, and a snake tail. It can also fly and is considered an embodiment of calamity. In some places, Nue and Tengu are also regarded as the same creature."

"Furthermore, this Devil Fruit disappeared from the seas several centuries ago."

"You mean he may have eaten this Devil Fruit?" Sengoku asked.

"It's hard to say. Besides, a Mythical Type Fruit alone should not be capable of making someone this powerful, should it?" Tsuru looked at Sengoku.

Sengoku nodded.

He himself possessed the Human-Human Fruit, Model: Buddha, and knew the strength of Mythical Type Fruits better than anyone.

He considered his Devil Fruit quite powerful as well, but it was nowhere near that absurd.

It was not even close.

"So, his strength may come from three aspects."

"A Mythical Type Devil Fruit, developed to the point of awakening!"

"Outstanding—perhaps even terrifying—racial talent!"

"Terrifying cultivation talent of his own!"

Sengoku's voice echoed through the office, plunging the three of them into a long silence.

"...What a monster!"