Pluton Blueprints

"Smack~"

A crisp slap rang out inside the room as Franky, table and all, was slammed into the ground.

"Bang~"

The entire table shattered, leaving a pile of debris heaped over Franky.

Why go this far?

Why did it have to come to this?

Looking at Franky beneath the rubble, stars spinning over his head and half his face swollen like a pighead, Oak sighed.

He truly did not want to resort to violence, especially not against someone like Franky—someone he could not kill, someone who could barely be considered second-rate even in Paradise on the Grand Line.

It was simply too troublesome. He had to control his strength with extreme care to avoid accidentally slapping Franky to death with too much force.

With his current physique, even the Ultra-Large Sea Kings of the Calm Belt would struggle to withstand a punch from his bare flesh, much less an ordinary human like Franky.

Yes, in Oak's eyes, Franky was just an ordinary person.

Even though Franky was not actually ordinary—he was a cyborg with respectable strength for Paradise in the first half of the Grand Line—he was no different from an ordinary person in Oak's eyes.

At most, he was simply a slightly larger or smaller ant, the kind that could be crushed in droves with one foot.

Swatting ants, and only being allowed to injure rather than kill them, was difficult for Oak—more difficult than fighting top-tier powerhouses.

Against those top-tier powerhouses, he only needed to put his full strength into a strike. He did not need to worry whether they could take it; even in a spar, they would not be slapped to death by a single blow.

But little ants like Franky were different. In Oak's eyes, even a tiny amount of force was enough to kill