Abilities Granted by Saint Nerona Imu

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

A hundred meters above the ground.

Saint Marcus Mars entered his full beast form, transforming into Itsumade. With a light beat of his wings, he flew a great distance.

The clouds rushed backward along the way, even producing sonic booms.

Sumer was clutched in Saint Marcus Mars's talons, while a layer of black liquid flowed over his body, shielding him from the biting winds.

"Saint Mars, this is Armament Haki, right?"

Sumer let Saint Marcus Mars carry him. It was somewhat uncomfortable, but he had no time to dwell on that now.

Looking at the endless, shimmering sea below, Sumer couldn't help swallowing.

After all, he had a slight fear of heights.

After leaving Mary Geoise, the two of them had headed straight for Mock Town on the Grand Line.

If Saint Nerona Imu suddenly wanted to see Sky Island for himself, he could simply possess either Sumer or Saint Marcus Mars.

The other Five Elders, including Saint Saturn, could also arrive through the Teleportation Magic Circle.

"Yes."

In response to Sumer's question, Saint Marcus Mars was neither aloof nor dismissive. Instead, he surprisingly engaged him in patient conversation.

"If you don't mind, could you teach me?"

Sumer looked up, but all he could see was Itsumade's bizarre, imposing body.

Saint Marcus Mars's transformed body was simply too large.

It was like an eagle clutching a little mouse.

Without any hesitation, Sumer rather presumptuously made his request to Saint Marcus Mars—

After entering society,

Sumer had learned that being sweeter with his words, more flattering, and thicker-skinned could spare him a lot of hardship.

It would be great if Saint Marcus Mars agreed. If not, it didn't matter; it wasn't like Sumer would lose a piece of flesh over it.

"You have already signed the Deepest-Sea Contract with Lord Imu and have been granted tremendous strength and immortality."

"What you need to do now is familiarize yourself with those two abilities as soon as possible, rather than thinking about Armament Haki."

"With your aptitude, it may take considerable time and effort before you can truly master it."

Saint Marcus Mars neither agreed nor refused. He merely offered Sumer a kind reminder.

He felt that Sumer was reaching too far.

Earlier, he had scanned Sumer's body with Observation Haki and sensed him with Armament Haki as well.

The result was that Sumer's physique was utterly ordinary. His baseline was even below that of a child.

Calling him disabled or developmentally deformed would not have been an exaggeration.

Saint Marcus Mars had thought that, as a transmigrator from the same higher-dimensional world as the manga's author, Sumer's body might contain some secret.

At the very least, he should have been different from ordinary people.

The result was deeply disappointing.

If Sumer had not been incredibly fortunate enough to catch Lord Imu's attention and sign the Deepest-Sea Contract, then based on what he had displayed, even a hundred years of training would only have brought him to the level of a Marine major at most.

For all anyone knew, he might never awaken Haki in his entire life.

In short, Sumer's physique was average, and his talent remained unknown.

"Hmm?"

"Only tremendous strength and immortality? Doesn't signing the highest-level Deepest-Sea Contract grant abilities such as the Teleportation Magic Circle and telepathy, in addition to tremendous strength and immortality?"

Sumer frowned.

"You really do know a lot."

Saint Marcus Mars lowered his head to look at Sumer, and a meaningful gleam flashed through his savage pupils.

After pausing for a moment, he said,

"Every ability must be personally granted by Lord Imu. If you had also been granted the ability to summon the Teleportation Magic Circle and communicate telepathically, then I, who signed the same Deepest-Sea Contract, would be able to sense it."

"Fine, then."

Sumer sighed softly, still feeling somewhat regretful.

He hadn't expected Saint Nerona Imu to hold something back from him. How stingy.

For a time,

the atmosphere fell silent, with only the howling wind rushing past their ears.

Meanwhile,

inside Pangaea Castle.

In the office of the highest authority, Saint Saturn, Saint Warcury, Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro, and Saint Shepherd Ju Peter were not handling government affairs. Instead, they sat on sofas or windowsills, processing the shock Sumer had brought them.

The worldviews of the four men had been shattered beyond repair this time.

Now, all they could do was wait.

Wait for Saint Mars to verify whether the Sky Island Arc was real.

Inside the Flower Room.

Saint Nerona Imu stood alone beneath the sunlight, surrounded by countless colorful butterflies.

Judging by his furrowed brows, his heart was far from calm.

"So this is the world of pirates!"

The Grand Line.

An island in some lawless region.

Sumer stood on a bustling street. The surrounding buildings resembled medieval European architecture, mixed with tiled houses.

In dark alleys and against the corners of walls, vicious-looking pirates and thugs could be seen everywhere, guns or machetes tucked at their waists.

There were even scenes of street robberies, extortion, brawls, murders, and rapes.

A stray bullet nearly blew Sumer's head off. Fortunately, he dodged in time, though it still grazed his face, frightening him badly.

If the Deepest-Sea Contract hadn't strengthened his body, he might really have been hit.

At the same time, it was thrilling.

He had actually dodged a bullet.

He truly had to thank Saint Nerona Imu for instantly raising him from an ordinary mortal to the level of a little Superman.

Honestly,

for an ordinary person with nothing special about him to transmigrate here and face an environment with absolutely no order, surviving would have been incredibly difficult.

For some reason,

Sumer even felt fortunate that he had transmigrated into the Flower Room.

"Finish eating and get moving as soon as possible."

Beside him,

Saint Marcus Mars stood with one hand in his pocket. His black suit made his tall, thin frame appear even more slender.

Draped in a blue coat, he looked sharply and disgustedly at the filthy, chaotic street, where fights and brawls broke out everywhere.

Drunks, troublemakers, people beating each other—it was like a pack of monkeys that had never gained intelligence.

If Sumer hadn't said he was hungry, Saint Marcus Mars would not have landed on this island midway.

"Then let's have udon."

Seeing Saint Marcus Mars urging him onward, Sumer withdrew his gaze and looked toward the udon shop across the street.

As soon as he spoke,

he took the lead toward the udon shop. But halfway there, two vicious burly men emerged from nowhere, shouting about average stock, organs, slaves, and other things. They opened a sack and lunged at him.

Sumer froze.

Was this the plot where he got bagged, sold off, and finally became a slave?

As expected of the pirate world. It was so friendly to ordinary people.

There really was no law at all.

Thud—

Suddenly,

the two vicious men crashed headfirst onto the ground. Their eyes rolled white as they lost consciousness, and their bodies occasionally twitched.

Their bloodless faces were filled with terror.

"Let's go."

Saint Marcus Mars radiated an imposing pressure without showing anger. He took the lead toward the udon shop, while Sumer snapped out of it and hurriedly followed.

"Saint Mars, that was Conqueror's Haki, one of the three types of Haki, right?"

Sumer's eyes widened as he made his guess.

The way those two human traffickers had collapsed was nearly identical to the original work—

No wonder it was such an amazing move for clearing fodder.

It was so cool.

And as the pirate storyline progressed into its later stages, Conqueror's Haki Infusion became critically important. It was practically standard equipment for true top-tier powerhouses.

Without Conqueror's Haki Infusion, one wasn't even qualified to compete for the ultimate treasure.

"You're asking what you already know."

"Eat quickly."

Saint Marcus Mars's voice turned cold.

He felt that Sumer was far too talkative. Lord Imu was waiting for his report.

"Boss, bring one—no, two bowls of udon first."

Sumer curled his lips. Seeing that Saint Mars had no intention of sitting down, he raised his hand and ordered a bowl of udon from the owner.

Ten minutes later.

Just as Sumer finished eating, Saint Marcus Mars grabbed him and vanished. In the blink of an eye, they were back in the sky.

He had skipped out on the bill.