Baccarat was sitting in front of the dressing table, her comb suspended in mid-air, her slightly opened lips and eyes full of uncertainty reflected in the mirror.
"Dear, are you telling the truth?"
"Well, it's true. Your affinity for Haki should have been improved."
Lucas leaned against the bedroom door frame, arms crossed, and from the Haki learning progress of Lafitte and Daz·Daz Bones, he suddenly realized something.
It took Baccarat an unreasonable amount of time to learn Haki. There was no life-and-death battle in the process. He just practiced step by step for several months. After eliminating all impossibilities, the only explanation left was:
In the process of Lineage Factor being optimized, her affinity for the special energy of Haki was also optimized. If this affinity can be inherited, a freak born with Two-Color Haki might be born in the future.
"Lucky!"
An expectant smile broke out on Baccarat's pretty face. She casually placed the comb on the dressing table and made a crisp sound.
"So, will I be able to surpass sister Gion soon?"
"The premise is that you practice harder."
Lucas has no intention of stopping this healthy competition.
"I'm going to exercise right now!"
Baccarat looked attentive, quickly adjusted his collar and cuffs, and passed by his side, bringing with him a fragrant breeze.
The sound of footsteps moved from near to far in the corridor, and was soon swallowed up by the sound of the collision of iron plates coming from the direction of the training ground.
Lucas walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, and gently dropped his palm, making a crisp sound.
"Don't pretend to be asleep. You have to work hard. There are times when I can't protect you."
After saying that, he didn't wait for the other party to get out of the quilt and have a fit, and disappeared from the spot while shaving.
Robin turned over, supported the mattress with one hand and sat up, and rubbed his buttocks with the other hand. Looking at the piece of air where he disappeared, he bit his lower lip with his teeth, leaving a shallow white mark.
In the study, Lucas was sitting behind the wooden table, with his hands crossed and his chin propped up, staring at the Paramecia·Castle-Castle Fruit in a daze.
He had long wanted to put the fruit he obtained from Capone Beki to use, but he had never found a suitable candidate.
The storage function is an ability that needs to be used frequently, which means that the person who eats this fruit must always be with him and never leave.
This alone excludes all men. Women have to voluntarily give up part of their combat potential. After all, the upper limit of this fruit is not high, and its real value lies in logistics.
"How about... Now go to North Blue to find Judge to get the human cloning technology?"
This thought came to mind from the bottom of my mind. Female clones might be the perfect solution to this problem.
"No."
He immediately rejected the plan himself, "There is a risk of human cloning being manipulated by Judge. Besides, it is still unknown whether human cloning, an artificial gene product, can be affected by my ability."
The risks are too great, there are too many uncontrollable factors, and his tolerance for the uncontrollable has always been very low.
He sank back into the chair and rubbed his temples in distress.
He pressed his fingers twice on his forehead, then slid down to the table, tapping his fingertips on the table unconsciously.
At this time, the ring on his ring finger gently hit the edge of the table, making a crisp sound, and a cold feeling spread from the root of his finger to his wrist.
He looked down at the ring, and an idea popped into his mind:
Even dead things can be eaten Devil Fruit.
The problem is that all the dead things eat are Zoan. Only the original will of life that comes with Zoan can feed back a wisp of life-like intelligence after being swallowed by the dead things, allowing the dead things to basically exert their fruitful abilities.
The example of Paramecia being eaten by a dead thing is useless.
"It would be great if I could communicate with dead things."
He touched his chin and rubbed the curve of his jawline with his fingertips.
The dead object must first "understand" the instructions before it can "use" its abilities.
Otherwise, even if Castle-Castle Fruit is inserted into the ring, the ring will not open the storage space by itself.
"Wait a minute, I seem to have this ability."
He remembered an ability that he had almost forgotten. The goal of accepting his lifespan sharing could produce Telepathy with him.
If this ability can also have an effect on dead objects...
His eyes fell back to the ring on his ring finger, and he tried to inject one year of life into it. With his current four-digit life span, it was only one year, which was not worth mentioning.
The ring that gained life began to deform under his gaze. A bat-shaped red carving slowly appeared on the surface of the ring, its wings spread out, and the lines were sharp and cold.
Lucas used Telepathy to communicate with the ring and got an unexpected result.
What he felt was a void, an absolute void.
There is no fluctuation of thought, no outline of consciousness, and no spiritual echo belonging to a living body.
But at the same time, he can clearly feel the existence of the ring itself and can control it.
The ring didn't fully transform into a creature.
At least it doesn't produce any biologically specific self-awareness.
It is an alternative puppet that has no autonomous consciousness but can make precise feedback according to his intentions.
"That's fine."
Lucas exhaled,
"At least you don't have to worry about such bloody things as artificial intelligence running amok."
At that moment, he was actually a little scared.
Giving dead creatures spiritual intelligence is a taboo field, more irreversible than life-span robbery. If this ring really produces self-awareness, it will think proactively, make independent judgments, and make some unforeseen decisions at some unexpected point, he really doesn't know what to do.
The three views of dead things are different from those of human beings. This situation is the best.
He stabilized his mind, and a ball of blood overflowed from his fingertips. Under the control of his thoughts, the blood floated above the table, like a dark red jellyfish silently extending its tentacles, wrapping the Paramecia·Castle-Castle Fruit.
Lucas wrapped Lineage Factor in blood, like using tweezers to pick up a very thin silk thread, pulling it out from the fruit that was gradually losing its spiral pattern.
The lines on the surface of Castle-Castle Fruit faded away in circles, the grayish white faded into taupe, the taupe faded into a lifeless withered yellow, and finally turned into an ordinary dead fruit without any special abilities.
The pulled out Lineage Factor was suspended in the blood mist for a moment, and then slowly approached the Bat Ring under the control of Lucas.
The bloodline of Castle-Castle Fruit was smoothly integrated into the ring.
Lucas took out Dracule from the knife holder, and with a slight thought in his mind, a burst of transparent ripples spread out from the ring surface, and Dracule was swallowed into Castle Space.
He thought again, ripples flashed on the ring surface again, and the disappeared Dracule reappeared in mid-air, and was caught by him steadily.
TO BE CONTINUED
(PS: Has anyone thought that the protagonist can increase his ability slots in this way? The previous mention that sharing life span can Telepathy is actually a foreshadowing.)