"Franky, what's wrong?"
After the lightning dissipated, Frankenstein gripped her warhammer again. The Lightning Prison Cage was filled with scorched earth and some extra black residue, seemingly what certain carbon-based lifeforms had left behind after enduring countless lightning strikes.
Bear knew Frankenstein's condition well. Seeing that the warhammer was intact, he naturally knew she was uninjured.
But Frankenstein's expression now looked like Ginny's when half-eaten ice cream fell to the ground—she looked utterly resentful.
"I took a huge loss."
"A loss?"
"Mm."
Frankenstein had no energy bar. As a growth-type machine, even Oran could not say what her current energy limit was.
Lightning on that scale had certainly consumed a good chunk of it. That was not a major problem, but to Frankenstein, it was still a loss, and that was only the first loss.
Thinking about how excessive energy consumption had made her attack outrageously overpowered, she recalled that with the Advance-Advance Fruit before, she had at least been able to extract some blood after death. But looking at this scorched ground and that carbonized corpse, she could not even find any blood residue.
That was the second loss.
The third loss was that Gamenio's condition made it impossible to identify him, so they could not exchange him for a bounty from the Marines.
Energy, bloodline factors, bounty—three losses in a row. After rounding it off, Frankenstein did not even know how much she had lost.
Only after adjusting her mood did Frankenstein report the news to Oran.
However, Oran did not think it was a big deal. He merely told Absalom, then called Lyliana, who was still in the New World.
No matter what, Gamenio was still Kaido's subordinate. There was no telling whether Kaido might do something.
Theoretically, that was impossible as well. There was no Sea