One Piece Game Life

The night is as dark as thick ink.

The originally bright moonlight was obscured by large dark clouds. The night was very dark.

In the remote alleys of the East Town of Diwell Island, things were going on that were consistent with this dark and windy murderous night.

That's right, it's a fight.

The pirates, navy, bounty hunters on the surface...the wealthy businessmen, dignitaries, and people from various forces who operate secretly are all fighting in the darkness.

The scarlet fruit, which is as red as blood and like flames, is still so conspicuous in the darkness where one cannot see anything. The spiral pattern is like the orchid finger of the most affectionate and charming girl, guiding a pair of greedy eyes hidden in the night.

Frightened cries for help, rapid gunshots, fierce fighting sounds, and even the terrifying sound of sharp weapons cutting flesh... could be heard all the time in this dark night. The owner of the fruit is also constantly changing in these sounds.

Soaked in countless blood, the devil's fruit became more vivid and dazzling without anyone noticing.

Until, before dawn comes, when the night is darkest.

Mountains of corpses, seas of blood, boats of skeletons. People who are bewitched by the temptation of the devil, no matter what they are burdened with or what status they once held. In the end, everything turned into the nourishment of this fruit.

Enter this narrow alley from the southeast branch of the central intersection of East Town on Dewell Island. The further you go in, the more bloody and terrifying it becomes.

After everything calmed down, Lanes followed his uncle, the mayor Vikti, tremblingly, exploring inside step by step.

I thought that two swordsmen stabbing each other in the throat in the alley would be tragic enough. However, along the way, Lines felt that he was still too naive. Because this place is like a real picture of hell!

Those whose facial features were deformed by punches and kicks, those who were shot into hornet's nests by bullets, those who were chopped into pieces by random knives, those whose bones were broken by blunt objects...

Those faces of varying beauty and ugliness all carry varying degrees of hesitation, struggle, resentment, grief and sadness...

There were too many corpses with different ways of dying. Even though Ryans was known to be brave, fear was still accompanied by countless cold faces, like a tide, drowning him one after another.

Finally, in a small clearing, the purgatory exhibition finally came to an end.

Several corpses that were obviously big shots were lying around. Although these people in various colorful costumes had passed away, they still maintained the general appearance of their lives, but their movements were stagnant at the last moment, as if they were still struggling. Climb towards the fruit in the center.

The gurgling blood merged into streams on the ground, and these "streams" were like lines drawn into a flower on the open space - Manzhu Shahua, the flower of the other side.

In the center of the flower is the devil fruit that slowly flashes red light like the rhythm of life.

Victi said nothing, as if he was not disturbed by the horrific scenes around him. Although Ryans was trembling, he still followed to the finish line.

Carefully stepping over the body, the white-haired old man slowly approached the fruit. Ryans crossed his arms tightly and followed slowly, but in his heart, he felt a little more inconsistent.

This scene seems familiar...but there are some places that are slightly different?

At this time, Vikti had already picked up the Devil Fruit with a crazy smile on his lips. Lyons heard his uncle's loud laughter, and the feeling of disobedience in his heart became even worse.

"Uncle! What are you doing! Didn't you say you would handle this thing properly?!"

Rushing forward with shock and anger, Ryans grabbed the short old man's shoulders with his big hands and roared boldly.

Victi's laughter stopped suddenly, and then he slowly turned his head.

His entire face became blurry. It's like remembering someone you were familiar with, but you can't remember his specific appearance.

In an instant, it turned into the face of a demon again.

The white hair disappeared, and the hair on the entire head was replaced by blazing flames. A pair of dark twisted horns sprouted from the top of the head, and hard black and red scales covered the mutated dark red skin. There were no longer sparse yellow teeth in the dry lips, and the strong fangs made people tremble in the heart. But the most shocking thing is the pair of eyes that are black and white, without a trace of human emotion.

In that abyss-like darkness, there are flawless pure white pupils.

Only then did Ryans remember that he was seduced by the devil in the bathroom, and then returned to this horrific night in a daze.

Where is uncle now? Why am I here? Sigh... It seems that there is no need to know.

Unable to move at all, Ryans could only watch the demon "uncle" with its bloody mouth open, grabbing his arm and getting closer to his head little by little.

Humans really can't defeat demons... I'm sorry, uncle, I should guard my heart. It would be fine if I wasn't tempted...

Feeling the hot breath on his face, the sharp fangs had touched the top of his head and neck. The moment before he fell into the darkness, Ryans lost his fear. The past passed by his eyes like a revolving lantern. In the end, the whole All traces of human beings are annihilated in a sigh.

in reality

The demon who had resisted several punches and kicks from Rodis shook his body as if he had come to his senses, and with ease and ease, he caught the punch that Rodis struck quickly. His expression was no longer as violent as before, but he asked the question with a playful expression.

"Finally, the digestion is complete. I can only make do with this hasty arrival. This kind of waste body... Hey, boy, are you an intruder?!"

The grabbed right fist seemed to be tightly bound by an iron hoop, and the surface of the fist in contact with the opponent's palm continued to feel hot and burning pain. Rodis frowned slightly and replied coldly.

"What does intruder mean? Also, is it all your fault that the people on this island are like that?"

"Hehehehe! In order to eliminate intruders, don't dedicate your life energy to this guardian. Isn't this something that any creature in the world should feel honored to do?"

The demon's hoarse voice was filled with disdain for all things. The strength of his hands secretly increased, and Rodis' brows also wrinkled tighter and tighter.

"You little human bastard doesn't look like an intruder at first glance. You must have taken over the body of a poor creature in our world, right?"

Seeing a flash of surprise in Rodis's eyes, the demon let go of the red fist it had grasped, and its bloody mouth full of fangs curved upward in a strange arc.

"It looks like it's confirmed."

The demon in front of him did not move, but there were several roars in his ears. Rodis subconsciously kicked his legs and turned around, jumping back to get out of the way.

He looked around - what was coming from behind him was Captain Rohr, whose eyes were red, and several sailors accompanying him.

Uncle Luo Er, are you also bewitched?

Before he could sigh, the demon on the side took another action. The hand that let go of Rodis just now naturally had a special purpose. He saw his hands closed in a grasping shape in front of his chest, and an incandescent fireball expanded to the size of a basketball in the blink of an eye. Then, the devil smiled evilly and pushed, and the fireball dragged the tail flame and hit Lodis.

The blazing fireball actually had an inexplicable traction. Rodis, who wanted to dodge, had no choice but to cross his hands in front of his chest and resist the blow.

As soon as the fireball touched the arm, it exploded with a roar, and the sparks ignited the surrounding wood products.

The swords, guns, swords and halberds that had been placed in the shop for a long time were dazzling under the firelight. The devil's ferocious face seemed to be covered with a layer of holy light by the firelight as it moved forward slowly. This glorious appearance is somewhat of what it calls a "guardian".

His hands were lowered, with drops of red dripping from his fingertips, and Rodis secretly felt pain. Not only was the fireball hot and scorching, it exploded his arms and made them dripping with blood. There was also a fiery intention that penetrated from the wound and scurried back and forth in his upper and lower arms. Now his hands were all numb with burning pain and he couldn't use any strength. Got it!

"Hehehehe, little guy, how do you feel about the fire poison? Now, you are finished!"

The demon has arrived, laughing wildly, grabbing the collar of Lodis's chest with one hand, lifting it up, raising the other hand high, and slowly another fireball gathered in the palm of his hand.

Just as the demon slapped the fire ball at Lodis' head, the latter smiled. His right foot violently kicked the barrel close to his side, and his whole body slipped out of the devil's control like a slippery loach.

"Lightning Dance"!

As long as there is an initial kick determination, regardless of whether it is a living creature or not, the characteristics of Lightning Dance can be activated:

Send out a powerful leg kick to the enemy in front, and use the reaction force to move between multiple enemies within a certain range at lightning speed, and cause damage to these enemies!

Therefore, Rodis, armed with blue light and shadow, struck towards the door where Captain Roll and others were bewitched!

Being bewitched is equivalent to being hypnotized, and stunning them is the best way to deal with them, so Rodis focused on taking care of the back of their necks.

After the blue light and shadow stopped, everyone who was bewitched fell to the ground. Looking at the slightly angry demon, Rodis' face remained solemn, but a smile appeared on his lips.

"There are no more constraints, and I have allowed you to repay the previous blows. Now, let's start the second round of the battle. The demon who calls himself the guardian..."