"Making a deal with that troublesome guy seemed to have been a mistake."
At dawn, Oran woke up on time and rubbed his head.
He was not tired. Thanks to Oran's unusual dream ability, his body always received the best possible rest, and his dream clone did not bring fatigue back with it. However, the experiences in his dreams did not disappear, so Oran needed time to process them.
Yesterday, he had spent the entire night fighting underground matches.
Sett had already thrown away his brass knuckles. Every day, he relied on nothing but his "black fists" to beat everyone senseless in the underground arena.
Judging by the difference in time flow and Sett's progress, Oran felt that the next time he saw the kid, Sett might have developed full-body Armament Haki.
Oran's rest schedule was fairly fixed. The sky was still dark, so he casually reached for the pull chain of the bedside lamp.
Click.
The chain made an empty sound, but the lamp did not turn on.
"The stuff at Marine Headquarters really is low quality."
At this point, Oran had not realized there was a problem. He simply assumed the lamp was broken, until he noticed that every electrical appliance in the room seemed to have stopped working.
"Franky, what did you do last night?"
Besides patrols, Marines carrying toolboxes and repairing equipment could be seen on the streets outside. Considering Frankenstein's abilities and personality, Oran had already guessed part of what had happened.
"Rested, ate, and did nothing else."
Frankenstein answered truthfully. To her, eating was equivalent to charging. Given her body's condition, ordinary food could not replenish her energy and instead required extra energy to process.
With Frankenstein's somewhat stingy personality, she would never voluntarily eat food that served no purpose.
Energy was the special