Clone

On Bullet's side, without an index for Pluton, he stood there with a puzzled expression.

The sight before him made him frown. The two choice gates had not appeared; instead, a group of people dressed in strange outfits came into view.

Bullet was somewhat startled. These clothes seemed familiar—they were what he had seen when he traveled to Laugh Tale with his captain.

However, decades of imprisonment had become a heavy haze, long since blurring his memories.

Those past experiences had been shattered by the erosion of time.

Besides, back then, all he had cared about was becoming stronger and surpassing Roger.

He had cared the least about details like history and clothing.

Swish, swish, swish!

The strangely dressed people swiftly raised their guns, their pitch-black muzzles mercilessly aimed at Bullet.

Yet Bullet, who had weathered countless battles, paid no attention to these seemingly deadly threats.

Instead, a wild smile curled across his lips. "Then come on!"

His voice boomed like thunder, brimming with endless fighting spirit.

His top-tier Conqueror's Haki erupted in full at once. The surging pressure was like raging wind and crashing waves, scattering the soldiers standing there almost instantly.

Like a television screen glitching out, they flickered a few times before vanishing.

"Looks like they were all projected by Image Transponder Snails." Bullet said with little interest.

He had thought the legendary Ancient Weapons would contain something incredibly dangerous. Now, it seemed he had worried for nothing.

At that moment, bzzzzzt!

A burst of intense electrical static shattered the brief silence.

Then, before Bullet, a figure identical to him gradually came into focus, as though copied directly from a mirror.

At the sight, excitement flashed through Bullet's eyes. "Now this is interesting!"

"Is that so? I think so too!" The Clone's lips curled upward, revealing the