Werther looked at the people begging for mercy before him.
"Spare you? Three hundred million Beli? A Devil Fruit? You're certainly rich. If you've got that much money, why come here looking for death?" Werther found it strange that these people had so much money.
At his words, they all began talking at once.
"Yes, sir! I'll give you anything. I have lots of treasure."
"My fruit is a Zoan Devil Fruit. Don't look down on Zoans. If it's a Mythical Zoan, it's worth a fortune. So please, spare me!"
"That's right! We shouldn't have coveted the Seastone. It's yours, all of it!"
Though they hated Werther with all their hearts, fear for their lives had them fawning over him.
Werther looked at the spineless people kneeling before him and begging for mercy. He had always killed those who begged and spared those with the guts to stand firm.
Unfortunately for them, these people were afraid to die. So they would die.
"If those things are on your ships, wouldn't it be better for me to kill you and go find them myself?"
With that, Werther directed Blood Wheel to continue the slaughter.
The survivors fell into Absolute despair when they heard him.
The most striking reaction came from a female Pirate. She wasn't beautiful, but there was something alluring about her.
She pointed at Werther and burst out laughing, tears and snot streaming down her face, looking as though she had been pushed past her breaking point.
Werther sent Blood Wheel to cut her down. He hadn't slept with her or done anything strange to her. What was with that face? Just looking at it annoyed him.
Five minutes later, only a handful of people remained alive on the island.
They included the few brave marines, Charlotte Launi, and