"Hey, you've got to be kidding!"
"If an entire world is full of Undead, how long can we hold out with just this handful of people, no matter how strong we are?"
The speaker was Sabo, the only representative sent by the Anti-World Government Alliance. Loa had made it clear long ago that his ability to transport people was limited. At most, he could take Pluton and a group of helpers equal in number to its crew.
Their combined strength would be enough to destroy a world. But facing an entire world of Undead was another matter.
"That's why we need to end this quickly! Otherwise, they can wear us all down with sheer numbers!"
Loa replied, "But don't worry. That conversion speed only applies to ordinary people and animals. Hulking creatures like Sea Kings and certain powerful fighters have to be converted individually to retain anything close to the strength they had in life. And someone at the very top, like Ulysses, would take even longer!"
"Ordinary people won't be easy to deal with either! Just imagining an endless tide of corpses right in my face—ugh, how terrifying!"
Kizaru rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, a lecherous look on his face.
"Terrifying or not, we have to fight. I don't want to exhaust myself before the final battle with Poseidon and then get killed by some ordinary Undead."
Fujitora was a little nervous. He picked up a bowl of cold noodles and slurped them down.
"Next, I'll assign everyone's tasks. Completing them isn't the priority; staying alive is." Loa was helpless. It was one thing for Zaku to create a copied world, but he had gone and made it identical to this one, complete with inhabitants who had lives and thoughts of their own. Everyone else played computer