The Terrifying Zombie Giant!

A battle of beliefs had nothing to do with right or wrong.

It was a false proposition that would never have an answer.

Why should anyone else agree with what you believed was right?

Because of your fists? Cruelty? Or something else?

Ruling the world through force and forcibly imposing one's beliefs would earn only fear, not acceptance.

The World Government was exactly like that, and it was precisely what Ron had vowed to overthrow and replace.

So Ron had no interest whatsoever in actively looking for trouble with the Straw Hat Pirates. As long as they did not get in his way, he did not care whether they lived or died.

On the contrary, the bigger the commotion the Straw Hat Pirates caused, the more convenient it was for him in some ways.

The role of a Child of Destiny could not be defined solely by strength.

Outside the villa, Ron looked down at the Zombie Giant below, which was screaming as it squirmed back to its feet. The corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile.

"Interesting. A normal person would be dead or crippled after lightning passed through their body, yet this zombie constitution completely ignores the additional damage... is that it?"

Below, Edward X Bakkin's special zombie, "1800," had been pierced through the heart by a Thunderbolt Spear, yet it remained full of vitality.

"You... look what you've done!"

Old Hag Bakkin's head cursed loudly, then comforted Edward Weevil beside her. "Be good, baby. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

"Mom, it hurts... it hurts..."

"Mom knows. Come on, eat more shadows and you'll be fine."

As she spoke, MISS. Bakkin opened her mouth wide, seemingly doing something.

The shadow that had been slowly spiraling up along the torso suddenly accelerated. In the blink of