"What a freak!"
"Linlin, you really have created a monster!"
Even Hades could not help but marvel as he read the intelligence on Monster Paradise.
Hades did not know the details of Typhon's abilities, but he could make an educated guess. He had thought Typhon's own potential was frightening enough. He had never expected his Devil Fruit power to be just as terrifying.
Like Charlotte Linlin, Typhon could create monsters in large numbers.
And judging by what his power had already accomplished, Typhon's future looked terrifying indeed.
Monster Paradise had existed for only three years, yet it had already grown to this scale.
No truly powerful monsters had appeared yet, but Hades did not doubt that Typhon could create them.
All he lacked was time.
In fact, the monsters Typhon created had a higher potential ceiling than Charlotte Linlin's Homies.
Some things were easy to foresee.
Hades could make a reasonable guess at the upper limits of Typhon's power.
Frankly, Hades thought Typhon's ability went beyond all reasonable limits.
Given enough time, he might really build a Monster Legion capable of sweeping across the world.
His power was practically broken. Of course, that depended on Typhon being a monster himself, capable of developing his ability until it could affect others.
But on closer thought, that would not be easy.
The key to creating monsters was Typhon's blood.
He had only so much of it. He could not keep drawing it indefinitely.
Hades would not do that either.
Typhon was fiercely proud. Hades had seen that before the Swordsmanship Tournament even began.
So there was a limit to the Monster Legion's numbers. It would never be too large.
Without enough troops to maintain his rule, Typhon would not truly threaten them.
Even so, Hades had elevated Typhon in his mind to