One Piece's Life

Chapter 394 Marcel’s Strength

Outside the east gate of Slona Castle, the battles gradually reached a stalemate. In the open space some distance away from the city gate, Marcel, who had special powers, calmly faced the three Klauss. Since Klaus's intrusion, both parties have been cautious.

Seeing the three people in front of him talking and whispering, Marcel shook his head impatiently and said: "Sorry, I heard it all. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation. Even if your battle plan is successful, you can't defeat me. Okay. Now, I don’t have time to hang out with you, can the battle start again?”

Anthony ended the conversation and raised his left hand. His move put Marcel on high alert. As for Klaus, he was silent with his head lowered. Locke, who was originally calm, became angry again. He clenched his fists and stared at Marcel.

Seeing Locke's fists hardening in color, listening to Anthony seeming to mutter certain words softly, Marcel, who put away his smile, saw Klaus jump hard. Marcel, who had pretty good eyesight, saw small black lines all around Klaus. Knowing that this was not domineering, he guessed it was a special type of weapon.

Marcel didn't think he would be knocked down, but he didn't dare to be careless. His raised hands began to become transparent...

15 years ago, in the eerie Slona Castle, a man with wheat-colored skin was hiding in a tower. The somewhat cowardly black-haired man was holding a treasure box in his hands, and there were three cans of feed beside him. This man was Marcel, and he was sitting in the corner guarding the treasure box.

Now, Marcel has kept this treasure box for many years, and he regards it as his hope of getting ahead. If he wants to be someone who can't be ignored in the castle, he believes that the things in the treasure box are the key. After the sky gradually darkened, an expected figure came to him.

Looking at the majestic Ives, Marcel with a smiling face took the initiative to say hello: "Hey, Mr. Ives, I didn't expect you to come on time. These days... I have been staying here, and I don't expect you to come here on time." You know what’s going on outside, can you tell me?”

Looking at Marcel's dirty look, Ives responded seriously: "Marcel, why are you calling me "adult" again? I've told you so many times, why can't you change it?

"Are you planning to hide here until as long as you want? We'll talk about these things later. I brought you some food. You can enjoy it first."

Seeing Ives holding two bags of blood in his hands, Marcel, who couldn't bear his instinctive impulse, bared his fangs. After he finished enjoying the blood, he was in much better condition and said respectfully: "Lord Ives, thank you for taking care of me all the time. If I become successful one day, I will never forget your kindness. Alas, I don’t know how Mr. Mark is doing.”

Avis, who walked to the wall, shook his head and responded: "Marcel, you'd better stop asking about this. Even if you know, you can't go there. I can tell you one thing, Mark went to a human settlement city. Well... do you plan to keep doing this? Others don't think highly of you, but I think highly of you. Do your job well."

"Marcel, don't give up. Many years ago, I fought for this opportunity for you. I believe you will always succeed. I forgot to mention that those guys will not come within a hundred meters of you again. You can stay here with peace of mind. That’s it. If you want to go out, remember not to take the treasure box out.”

Marcel, who was staring at the treasure box, responded quickly: "Thank you, Mr. Ives. If it weren't for you, I would have died in the hands of those guys. Although I have died once, I don't want to die again. I I don’t want to leave this tower for the time being, I will continue to guard the treasure box.”

"Of course I still want to wait for the day when Lord Mark returns. Lord Ives, what have you been busy with recently? Judging from your appearance, you should have taken on a lot of tasks. Are you in danger?"

Seeing Marcel sitting lazily, Ives responded calmly: "Marcel, you'd better not ask about these things. These are not your questions. I think you have nothing to do all day long, why not spend some time?" Time to practice. Okay, I’m leaving. I’ll be back at this time tomorrow. Goodbye.”

After Ives disappeared, a tired Marcel carefully opened a can of feed. When he heard movement inside the treasure box, he quickly picked up the key...

Half a year ago, Marcel, who had been waiting for many years, finally had his day. When he came back again after briefly leaving the tower, he couldn't hide his joy and kept giggling. He was looking forward to a reply from a certain adult.

Three days later, Marcel was summoned to a dark secret room. Looking at the two blurry figures in front of him, Marcel squatted down and said respectfully: "You two adults can summon me, I am very honored. If you have anything to tell me, just say it, I will definitely do it." Do whatever you can to get it done.”

Except for Marcel, there were only two black figures in the secret room. Marcel, who was a little cautious, did not dare to raise his head: "Boy, relax. If you want to do something for us, you must become stronger first. Okay, this time. .I’m here to fulfill my promise. Boy, do you want to become stronger?”

Marcel, who was kneeling down, responded quickly: "I want to become stronger, and I hope Lord Victor will make it happen." Another black shadow in the illusion said calmly: "You kid doesn't even hide your emotions at all, I like it. Since you desire To become stronger, then continue to kneel.”

"Next, Lord Victor will give you power, but...this power is risky. If you can withstand the pain, congratulations, you are qualified to stay with me and do things. Let You are kneeling because you are worried that you might fall down later. Okay, no more nonsense, kid, close your eyes."

Marcel, who was unable to move, suddenly felt a strange force entering his body. At first, he felt no discomfort, but half a minute later, he suddenly felt pain. Marcel understood that this was an opportunity, and he endured the pain as he didn't want to miss it.

Marcel, who finally managed to survive, fell to the ground. His eyes were a little distracted, and his cold body had slight changes. A few minutes later, when Marcel, who had grown about 5 centimeters taller, raised his head, there was only a black shadow left in the secret room.

Marcel had a strange feeling as he struggled to get up. He felt that his fate was closely connected with the adult in front of him. He had never felt this way before, so he was confused and plucked up the courage to ask: "Thank you, Lord Victor, for your help. Please tell me, what's wrong with my body?"

"You need to discover this by yourself. I can't answer you. Don't worry. So far, I have only fulfilled half of my promise. There is a fruit in the treasure box in front of you. Eat it quickly. If you eat it, you will have special powers. As for what kind of power it is, it depends on your luck."

Looking at the treasure box in front of him, Marcel quickly opened it without saying anything. When he saw the fruit full of patterns, he hesitated for a moment and finally swallowed it. Perhaps because Marcel had already died once, he didn't think there was anything special about this fruit.

After Marcel confirmed that he was the only one left in the secret room, a voice came into his ears: "Boy, that's all I can help you. You need to discover the changes in your body yourself. Okay, you can Leave. After you master the new power, you can go find Dracula and he will arrange errands for you."

When Marcel left the secret room, he clenched his fists and felt an unprecedented power. This was the power he had always longed for. Overjoyed, he rushed back to the tower he had been waiting for for a long time at super speed.

His speed was so fast that it was difficult to control in a short period of time. Just when he thought he was going to hit the wall, his body passed through the wall, and it seemed that no physical substance could stop him. Not only that, he discovered that he could also fly. He can walk freely in the air without wings.

Marcel never thought he would be where he is today: Interesting, is this the surprise that Lord Victor gave me? This power is very good, I like it very much. As long as I master this power well, then I no longer need to worry about being attacked. If someone bullies you, you might be able to find out more about Master Mark.

No, when I go to see Dracula next time, my status should be the same as Lord Mark. If that's the case, then why should I call him "sir"? Then I won't call him "sir". However, Ives-sama still has to respect him as my benefactor, and his kindness... I will never forget it.

Hmm...it's probably a bit difficult to control this power in a short period of time. This is not a good place to practice. I have to find a more secluded place.

Marcel's physical qualities have been greatly improved, and he jumped out of the window because he was afraid of breaking the wall of the tower. When he stood in front of a mirror, he put away his smile and saw the image in the mirror suddenly hit him...

Five days later, a proud Marcel went to the main hall where Dracula worked. Before he arrived at the main hall, he saw that the guys who had bullied him were all hiding away. Not holding grudges, he decided to let go. He believes that these people will become his subordinates sooner or later, and he wants to maintain a good image in front of these people.

After Marcel, who showed a sunny smile, walked into the hall, Dracula, who was sitting in the throne, clapped his hands. Marcel, who was approaching, knelt respectfully: "Boy, I haven't seen you for a few days. I didn't expect you to change so much. , it seems that you know how to cherish opportunities. If I remember correctly, your name is Marcel."

"Yes, Lord Dracula." A few minutes later, Marcel, whose smile became more subdued, quietly walked out of the hall...

Now, Marcel, who was covered in smoke, raised his hands. His main target was Klaus, whose feet had not yet landed: "Undead bullets, fire." After the smoke dissipated, dozens of transparent bullets flew out, passing through The extremely permeable nature of these bullets made Kraus a little tricky.

When the smoke just dissipated, Marcel's figure disappeared from the sight of Klaus and the three of them. He was hiding around and preparing for the next phase of the attack. The nearly 60 bullets he fired were not just bullets compressed by the atmosphere, but also had some special damage.

Locke, who rushed forward bravely, held his arms in front of him. Feeling the pain, he was hit by three bullets in the abdomen. His bearskin coat had three small holes, and the wounds continued to bleed. Holding back the pain, he was unable to find out the specific location of the target, so he decisively crashed into the position where Marcel was before he disappeared...

to be continued