One Piece: The Magician

There was no ripples on the blue sea surface, and its calm appearance was like an incredibly large mirror, which was very strange.

There is a somewhat old dhow floating on the sea. The cute sheep bow and the straw hat skull and crossbones flag on the mast highlight the identity of the ship.

"Am I dreaming?"

Sherlock stood on the deck and looked around, pushing up his glasses slightly.

"This is the Meili, but it belongs to everyone else."

He was surrounded by an environment that he was very familiar with, but for some reason, the picture in Sherlock's eyes was like a very old oil painting, full of an unreal feeling.

Not only that, a certain glasses also keenly noticed something very strange.

"I feel like everything here is reversed, like in a mirror."

Sherlock's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly realized what was going on.

Ha, interesting

Squinting his eyes slightly, Sherlock sensed it slightly, walked straight to the cabin, and pushed the door open without hesitation.

As predicted by a certain glasses, at this time, a familiar figure was sitting in Changqian, where the Straw Hats used to dine.

Black hair, black eyes, silver-rimmed glasses, a gorgeous black robe like a dress, and a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, elegant and mysterious.

In his hand, he was turning the rocker of a machine. Sherlock took a closer look and found that it was the coffee grinder that Sanji and Robin often used.

Looking at the other things placed on the table, I seem to be making coffee leisurely in the mirror.

"We meet again, Sherlock, please sit down."

He said calmly, with that casual tone, as if he was a host preparing to entertain guests in his own home.

But in a sense, the world in the mirror is indeed his "home".

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Sherlock didn't reply and sat quietly on the other side of the dining table without saying a word.

In the quiet cabin, two men with glasses, who were almost identical except for slightly different hair colors, sat quietly on both sides of the dining table. The scene was quite strange.

A man silently brews coffee, and his fluid and skillful movements are quite enjoyable to watch.

The other one was looking at himself in the mirror quietly, his eyes covered by the glowing white lenses, making it impossible to see his specific expression at this time.

After a while, a cup of fragrant hot coffee was born, but it was only this cup.

"Oops, it looks like I put in a few less coffee beans, but it doesn't matter."

After saying that, Charlotte in the mirror snapped her fingers, and then, as if by magic, there was another cup of coffee in front of Sherlock out of thin air, with a steaming aroma.

Mirror entity?

Sherlock didn't touch the cup of coffee. He was naturally very familiar with this skill, so he knew that the food reflected in the mirror had no taste at all.

And he in the mirror seemed to be aware of what Sherlock was thinking, and smiled slightly:

"Try it and see. I'm actually quite confident in the blended coffee."

Sherlock glanced at the opposite person. This absurd feeling like looking in the mirror was beyond description. He stared at the pair of black eyes that were exactly the same as his own, sighed, then picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

Instantly, a slightly bitter and familiar feeling filled the mouth of a certain glasses, making him change his color slightly.

It's really strange. Why does the food in the mirror image taste like this? Is it because this is not the real world, or is it because of his ability?

Sherlock suppressed the urge to ask more about this and put the coffee cup back on the table.

"It tastes really good, but if you come to see me this time, you just want to buy me a cup of coffee."

A certain man looked at himself in the mirror with calm eyes.

"Also, is this the world in the mirror? Why do I remember that it was not like this when I was on Sky Island?"

Charlotte smiled and said nothing in the mirror. He did not answer in a hurry. Instead, he picked up the coffee and took a sip, and then whispered softly:

"To put it simply, you are actually dreaming now."

"Dream" Sherlock frowned.

"Yes, but this dream is a little bit special, otherwise I wouldn't be able to meet you again."

In the mirror, Charlotte pushed up her glasses. Although she was using the opposite hand, the familiar movement still made Sherlock feel strange.

"Although our fruit abilities cannot control dreams, dreams are also a kind of illusion after all."

"And in order to induce you to have this rather special dream, I spent a lot of effort and tried for a long time before I succeeded."

诱使

Sherlock's heart suddenly moved. Although the other person said this sentence very casually, if you analyze it carefully, the meaning contained in it is very terrifying.

That is: The self in this mirror may already have the ability to affect myself in the real world.

It seems that as I continue to develop my fruit abilities, I will become stronger and stronger in the mirror.

Sherlock didn't show any expression on the surface, but there was a hint of worry in his heart.

The ability of the Mirror Fruit is to control the boundary between illusion and reality. This ability is very powerful, unpredictable and weird to the extreme.

Not long ago, Sherlock even mastered the bug-like skill of blurring, which is almost like the elementalization of the natural system.

Does that mean that Charlotte in the mirror also has an ability similar to "realization"?

The illusion of reality, the reality of illusion, materialize the image in the mirror and the illusion of the object outside the mirror.

Sherlock's eyes wandered, and he suddenly realized something in his heart.

Just like a mirror is divided into virtual and real sides, if the ability of the mirror fruit can be developed to a higher level, it may be divided into two completely opposite and completely opposite abilities.

And thinking that maybe in the near future, the self in this mirror might suddenly pop out of the mirror like the plot in a horror novel, the way a certain person looked at the other person couldn't help but become weird.

"The main reason I want to meet you this time is to tell you something."

In the mirror, Charlotte didn't seem to notice the change in the eyes of a certain person, and drank all the coffee in the cup.

"You are very strong, Sherlock, but this is only for those who can't get on the stage. Once you face an enemy with a little strength, it is unknown whether you can successfully escape."

Sherlock couldn't deny this. He still remembered the powerlessness he felt when facing Blackbeard and Major General Alan.

"I am you in the mirror, and as I said before, as the only reality, if you die, I, the void, cannot live alone, so"

"So you plan to help me when I encounter a crisis in the future," Sherlock continued.

"Well, you can understand it that way."

Charlotte showed an evil smile in the mirror. He pushed up his glasses, and his dark eyes shone with an inexplicable light.

"If you encounter an enemy you cannot defeat again, you can call my name and I will come to help you."

"your name"

The expression on a certain glasses moved, and it seemed that the self in the mirror had given himself a new name.

"That's right, although you and I are originally the same Sherlock, but to make it easier to distinguish, I gave myself a new name."

As he spoke, Charlotte stretched out her index finger in the mirror and started writing on the table.

He didn't seem to use any force, but the hard wooden table was engraved with a line of beautiful small words like cement that had not yet dried under the movement of his fingers.

sherlock

"This is your name, Sherlock." Charlotte pointed to the row of eight letters on the table in the mirror.

"And since I am the reverse of you in the mirror world, my name should naturally be the opposite."

pop~~

With a crisp snap of the fingers, the letters on the table instantly squirmed as if alive. They were replaced head to tail to form a new name.

kcolrehs

"This is my new name Kcolrehs, please give me your advice."

Konos crossed his fingers, his smile becoming more mysterious and evil.

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