"Now, how are you going to win!"
Linlin first sacrificed a year of her life, then used her strongest Devil Fruit skill.
Together, the two created a two-against-one situation.
"I've lost plenty of times."
Shane swept his dragon tail across the sea and strode through the air.
"No one on this sea is undefeated. What do a few losses matter? As long as you're still alive, everything you should have will come."
"From God Valley to the New World, I've probably lost enough times to drive most people to despair."
"Fortunately, I was lucky enough to grow stronger after every loss. Those opponents who once left me helpless eventually fell before me, one by one."
Nearly eight hundred years had passed since the Void Century.
There had been so many losers.
How many could win their whole lives?
Rocks had fallen at God Valley, one man unable to stand against all the world's mighty fighters.
Roger had died in Loguetown, roaming the seas alone only to fall to an incurable disease.
Whitebeard had been called the World's Strongest, yet in the end, he too had died before the storm of the era.
Kaido had dominated as the Strongest Creature on land, sea, and air, the strongest in single combat, yet he would still fall forlornly from the skies over Onigashima.
Invincible?
That word had never had anything to do with Linlin's life.
In her youth, the monsters of her generation had crushed her. Once she grew old, she finally drew a little closer to the Throne, only for her will to sink, leaving none of the proud confidence of her youth.
"Then you're nothing but a defeated general! Everything you have today is just good luck!"
Linlin's beautiful eyes flashed like lightning, her lips blood-red and curled into a smile.