Rocks Resurrected

"Huh?! There's no toilet paper in this restroom?" the man on the right roared angrily. "Damn it, what kind of hellish conspiracy is this?!"

Dimon covered his face in anguish. What's wrong with these people? Don't they even bring toilet paper?

"My name is Yixiao. Neither of you have brought any tissues?"

"A smile? Ah, I remember you, you're that blind swordsman! I'm Aramaki, I can conjure some plants, do you need any leaves?"

Yi Xiao: "..."

Dimon: "..."

Isn't it a bit too embarrassing to use leaves?

Chapter 200 The Resurrected Rocks

A slender branch stretched out from the gap below the partition, covered with palm-sized leaves.

"Please use it, don't be shy, hahaha."

Aramaki's laughter was loose and loud. Sensing that the branches and leaves had not yet been removed, he asked in confusion:

"Don't you need it?"

Logia Devil Fruit User, using his power to wipe his own butt—I can't believe he even thought of that.

Dimon mentally grumbled a bit, then picked a few leaves and handed them to Yixiao through the gap under the cubicle.

"Mr. Yixiao, these leaves are a bit rough. Please use them with caution if you have hemorrhoids."

"I am extremely grateful!"

He smiled and thanked her calmly, then took the leaf and soon began wiping it.

He couldn't see, but his hearing was far beyond that of ordinary people. Seeing that Dimon and Aramaki hadn't made a move, he couldn't help but ask:

"Are you two also poisoned?"

"That's right, someone definitely poisoned it, and it wasn't poison made by someone with superpowers; it was a natural toxin."

Poison created by a Devil Fruit user can be suppressed with Haki, but natural poisons cannot.

As he spoke, Dimon took out three ten-thousand -Beli bills from his inner pocket.

Fortunately, he usually carries banknotes, otherwise he really would have had to use these rough leaves.

He suspected that Aramaki did it on purpose, as it wouldn't be difficult for him to create some softer leaves.

"Hmph, it must be someone among the selectors."

In the cubicle on the right, Aramaki sat on the toilet, looking furious.

"Trying to eliminate a competitor by poisoning him, what a bastard!"

This guess is reasonable, but since it was poisoning, it shouldn't just be the three of them who were affected... Dimon used his Observation Haki to sense the surrounding atmosphere, and found that many people were heading towards the public restroom.

Compared to the thousands of participants in the training ground, these people are not many.

It seems that the better a person's physical condition, the faster they react to this toxin; those with weaker constitutions may not even realize they have been poisoned.

Dimon dressed and pushed open the door to the cubicle.

Just then, Yixiao from the cubicle on the left also came out. He slightly opened his blind eyes, revealing a narrow slit.

"May I ask your name?"

"Roronoa Zoro."

"Lord Zoro, thank you very much for what you did earlier."

The unfinished Aramaki cried out, "These are my leaves; you should be thanking me!"

Dimon's lips twitched slightly; he hadn't expected Aramaki personality before becoming Admiral.

"Thanks, thanks. I'll be going now; there are a lot of people outside."

After saying that, Dimon walked to the window and climbed out. He couldn't go through the front door; it would be a bit embarrassing if someone saw him.

Yi Xiao silently sensed Dimon's presence. His Observation Haki could read people's minds and distinguish between good and evil. He could also use different colors to represent the outline of a person's figure, reflecting their current state and emotions.

Red represents strong malice and murderous intent.

Green represents peaceful, harmless ordinary people.

Yellow represents excitement, exhilaration, and joy.

In his perception, the Aramaki inside the compartment was [purple]. Purple represents a strong person, a powerful aura and soul.

And Dimon was so purple it was almost black!

"Lord Zoro... just who are you?"

Yi Xiao seemed to be deep in thought, then swung the wooden cane in his hand and walked outside.

After leaving the public restroom, Dimon did not return to the training ground.

A riot has broken out in the training ground, and some of the contestants are showing signs of poisoning.

For him, Issho, and Aramaki, being poisoned was simply a matter of going to the toilet, but not everyone has their kind of robust physique.

"They've got guts to attack so many people. But this poison isn't meant to kill; it'll probably just leave most people exhausted for a while."

It's roughly equivalent to a stronger version of a laxative.

As Dimon pondered this, a splash of crimson appeared beneath his feet.

Blood seeped from the landmark and quickly coalesced into a red slime.

"Master, we've found the cold storage."

"So fast?"

Dimon was surprised; he found it in the time it took him to take a dump.

"Beneath that tall tower over there is a huge underground space, and the lowest level of that underground space is a cold storage facility."

Following the direction Hongjue pointed, Dimon saw the Tower of Justice.

"Has Rocks' body been found?"

"Not yet. I'll report to you as soon as I find the cold storage."

Upon hearing this, Dimon nodded and instructed, "Stay with me. I'll go check on things myself."

Just then, a riot broke out, providing an opportunity to sneak into the cold storage.

With a thought, he extracted the Smooth-Smooth Fruit from his body. A transparent square cloth, as thin as a cicada's wing, separated from his chest, and then Hongjue transformed into a wisp of light and merged into it.

At this moment, Dimon became Paramecia Devil Fruit User.

"Finally out, Master, long time no see!" Vileis flew around Dimon happily.

"Thanks a lot."

After offering a casual reassurance, Dimon immediately activated his ability.

Awakening Skill: Sea of Blood!

The ground beneath his feet was assimilated by his power, forming a blood pool the size of a well opening, and Dimon's figure instantly sank into the blood pool.

Seeing this, Vileis followed.

The blood pool descended deep underground, turning towards the Tower of Justice midway, and soon arrived at the secret cold storage deep underground, unnoticed by anyone.

This is a white room filled with cold air, with an indoor temperature as low as minus fifty degrees Celsius.

At that moment, a drop of blood seeped from the wall of the room, then quickly spread, forming a circular passage large enough for a person to pass through.

Dimon emerged from the blood pool passage and looked around at his surroundings.

On both sides of the room were rows of square metal cabinets, each over ten meters tall, and there were at least five hundred of them at a glance.

"Vileis, open these freezers containing the bodies."

"Yes, Master~"

The nearly transparent square cloth spread rapidly, covering the entire room in the blink of an eye.

Vileis entangled herself around the cabinets, and within her frictionless ability domain, the doors of these cabinets were easily pried open, revealing the frozen corpses inside.

Dimon walked along, glancing left and right.

The corpses included men and women, young and old, and seemed to be not only from the Davy Clan, but also some ordinary humans. Dimon even saw the corpses of other races such as the Longarm Tribe, the Mink Tribe, and the Fish-Man Race.

However, the faces of these corpses were all unfamiliar; he didn't recognize any of them.

As they walked, Dimon suddenly stopped in front of a freezer.

He walked over to the cabinet, where the corpse stood, its body covered in a layer of white frost.

This was a tall, muscular man with a black and white spiky afro and an Inazuma bolt-shaped tattoo on his left cheek. He wore a heavy coat with his chest exposed.

"It's here after all."

Dimon snapped his fingers.

The next instant, a golden magic circle appeared on the floor behind him, and the angel Belial was summoned.

"Owner."

"You'll have to work hard again. Revive him."

Upon hearing this, the Angel Belial looked up at the corpse before his master and couldn't help but ask:

"He's Gol Pirate King Roger?"

"... He is Rocks."

The angel paused, not having seen Roger's wanted poster or recognizing Rocks, and couldn't help but take a few more glances at him.

An existence that can be deliberately resurrected by its master must be of top-tier strength.

Without hesitation, Angel Belial immediately activated his power.

Awakening Skill: Resurrection of the Dead!

The pure white cross behind his head floated to the front of Rocks' corpse, and Belial himself transformed into pure white holy light and merged into it.

Then, the cross shot into Rocks's forehead and disappeared.

Dimon reminded him, "Just stay on this island after you're reborn. Be careful to stay hidden. I'll send someone to find you."

Darkness, eternal darkness.

Until one moment, a ray of light was born in the darkness, and the holy light shone on Rocks, and his soul returned from the underworld to his body that had been frozen for many years.

The corpse opened its eyes.

Rocks narrowed his eyes slightly. In the dark space, a person stood in front of him.

He raised his arm to his forehead, his eyes showing confusion and pain.

Memories of my death are resurfacing...

"Where am I? Wasn't I dead?"

"This is Naval Enies Lobby, the underground cold storage, a place specifically used to store frozen corpses."

Dimon chuckled softly, speaking with obvious ease, "How does it feel to be back in the human world, Rocks D. Xebec?"

"Who are you?"

Feeling his own heartbeat, Rocks gradually understood the situation and couldn't help but show a look of shock:

"I should have died in the God Valley, but you resurrected me?!"

Reviving the dead is no easy task. With his knowledge, he certainly knew that certain Devil Fruits could do it, but each one came at a price.

Immediately afterward, Rocks' expression changed, and hostility was revealed in his eyes.

"You suspect I'm one of Imu's men?"