Amid the shattered biscuits stood a man who staggered as though he might collapse at any moment.
It was Charlotte Cracker. More precisely, this was the real Charlotte Cracker. The one before had been nothing but his biscuit armor.
Thud.
Charlotte Cracker fell to the ground. Blood flowed from a cut beside his eye and seeped into it, turning everything he saw crimson. The white-haired devil before him turned crimson too.
Six minutes. Charlotte Cracker had lasted only six minutes against Werther.
"You're definitely not a Devil Fruit User. You can touch Seastone directly. But if you haven't eaten the Logia-type Rumble-Rumble Fruit, where do that lightning and that monstrous speed come from? You Monster."
Monster!
Charlotte Cracker had called Werther a Monster. To others in the New World, Cracker, one of the Big Mom Pirates' five Sweet Commanders, was already a Monster through and through. But compared to Werther, even this Sweet Commander fell short.
"Why am I this fast? That's a question worth pondering. When I'm fighting, I just think about becoming faster—fast enough that my enemies can't react. They say a single thought can reach the divine. Before I knew it, I'd reached this speed. Speed is power!
"Those Biscuit Soldiers you made aren't bad, though. Even when they're smashed apart, they can put themselves back together endlessly. But the Armament Haki covering them is trash. It can't stop my slashes, let alone hurt me.
I'll give you a chance to say your last words. Make it quick, then you can go meet Luffy.”
Werther picked up a piece of biscuit and tasted it. His brows rose. Though it had been conjured from a Devil Fruit ability, it tasted surprisingly good.
"Mom will avenge me. The rest of my family will form the Furious Army and come