Pirate's Swamp Fruit

His body turned into a swamp and climbed up the wall, adhering to the top of the prison. These swamps are highly sticky and adsorbent. Wilder knows a move called bottomless swamp, but judging from his memory, he doesn't know how to do it. This move may have not been developed in its predecessor, but judging from the ability itself, the bottomless swamp is one of the basic characteristics of this ability. .biquge

The swamp can accommodate all prey that falls into it, and it is infinitely inclusive.

"This characteristic is a bit similar to the dark fruit. Although it is not as powerful as it, it may be able to develop a terrible and catastrophic attack in the future." Wilder has expectations for this in his heart.

The characteristics of each devil fruit are precious, and accommodation can be said to be one of the most powerful characteristics of a swamp fruit. Of course, Wilder will not give up this development direction.

But for now, this is not the most important thing. You can rely on the fruit ability, but you must also be strong enough.

While moving, Wilder suddenly thought, "Can we stretch the swamp into a line? This way we can hide ourselves well with the darkness."

Otherwise, if you get out of the cage, you will be exposed to the sight of videophone bugs. After all, such a big swamp is moving, and the target is really big.

Although Wilder has figured out the movement pattern of the videophone bug, who knows if there is something hidden?

Doing what he thought, Wilder began to try to control the stretching of his body that turned into a quagmire, to be precise, the flow.

The speed of the flow was very slow, but Wilder managed to separate a part of his body into a line.

The diameter of this line is about seven or eight centimeters, but Wilder thinks it is not enough. His target is the ashlar paved in the aisle, and the gap between the ashlar and the ashlar.

Only by accommodating oneself into these gaps of three or four centimeters wide can one achieve foolproof hiding.

It was successful at the beginning, but gradually, when the line extended to one or two meters, Wilder suddenly felt that the difficulty increased.

This feeling is like a person holding a long bamboo pole, the front hand is holding it firmly, but the end is shaking and swinging without obeying orders.

Regular lines do not belong to the quagmire, they are irregular and full of freedom, so is it so difficult to make?

"It is an irregular free fluid, but... it should be more than that." Wilder thought for a moment and frowned. "Unlike water, although it is also a fluid, the mire itself has the ability to shape, but once it is separated from the At the limit of control, this shaping becomes weak.”

and so……

Either strengthen the shaping of the quagmire, or improve one's control over the quagmire. The former is difficult and cannot be done in a short time, and the latter is also not easy.

"That's not right. These swamps are all created by me. It stands to reason that I can actually control them freely. In other words..." Wilder raised his eyebrows and said, "I understand."

Just like ordinary people can't do a straight horse, for the same reason, Wilder who turned into a swamp may be able to do a straight horse with its characteristics, but it may not be able to do a straight line, so the key to the problem is the lack of Targeted training.

"It seems that the action will be temporarily stranded." Wilde glanced at the opposite cage with cold eyes. Here, there is a surefire way, and he is unwilling to take risks.

"stable…"

"Steady..."

Repeating this sentence self-consciously, Wilder tried his best to calm down the restless killing intent in his heart.

Another few days passed, and Wilder's injuries were completely intact. Every day, except when the jailer brought food, Wilder hid in the deepest part of the cage. No one knew what he was doing, and no one knew what he was doing. Don't worry, it's just a criminal who tried to escape from prison but failed.

It was time to change the shift again, and no one noticed that Wilder had disappeared into the cage quietly.

Similarly, no one will pay attention to the unknown liquid flowing in the cracks of the floor tiles.

Without anyone noticing, Wilder had already arrived in the opposite cage.

Wilder's guess is correct, there is indeed an old guy inside, with a huge body, Wilder visually measured the height to be six or seven meters, lying on the ground and sleeping like a pig.

The slender swamp lines converged at the top of the cage, gradually forming a half-human swamp.

Wilder revealed his eyes and looked at the old man sleeping soundly on the floor.

"Hmm..." The suppressed laughter could not be restrained from coming out of the swamp. The sound was not loud, and Wilder's eyes were almost slit open.

He has never been a person with a sound mind, and the flower of the devil in his heart will only bloom when he is most proud.

He is excited, revenge and design are things he has always been particularly interested in, and what Wilder is going to do today is the superposition of the two - design revenge.

Yes, he didn't intend to kill the old man. Whether in terms of excitement or the possibility of self-exposure, it was better to let the old man die by his own or someone else's hands than to kill him himself.

The flowing swamp slowly hung down from the roof. The extremely sticky swamp did not break away under Wilder's concentrated and full control.

Wilder looked at the swamp that he had turned into that was getting closer and closer to the old guy, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart. This kind of picture reminded him of a certain comic book character in his previous life—Venom.

The same flowing liquid, the same half-human form that can be transformed into a package.

"Hmm... Interesting, interesting." The whims in the mind can sometimes make great contributions to the future. Wilder secretly wrote down the thoughts in his mind, and then his eyes became ferocious, and he let go of the roof. Absorbed, the body quickly fell down.

"Snapped!"

With a slight sound, the swamp hit the old guy's face and quickly spread, wrapping the old guy's entire head. More swamp secreted from Wilder's body, adhering to the old guy's huge body. body of.

"Woo...woo..."

"Hmm..." Looking at the old guy who woke up from his sleep and began to struggle violently, Wilder couldn't help but let out a deep laugh.

The body broke away from the swamp and condensed into the state of a human body.

Pulling out the toothpick from his clothes, Wilder squatted down and uncuffed the old guy's hand.

Wilder doesn't care if the old guy has the ability to resist. Some things must be risky, just like the one in front of him. If the old guy is uncuffed, he will end up with a natural devil fruit ability. Have it?

There certainly is, but the chances of it not being there are higher.

Wilder is still willing to bear this risk, because it is unavoidable for him. If he wants to implement his plan, he must undo the shackles of human nature.

He wanted to see...if this old guy would escape.

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