A fisherman never goes home empty-handed!

Especially on this vast ocean, what fish can't a fisherman catch?

'ALLblue' is not just a chef's dream, it's also a fisherman's dream!

This old pirate is causing trouble, acting like he doesn't exist!

“Kuro…” Kuro exhaled a puff of smoke and said.

"Yes, Mr. Kuro."

Kuro pushed up his glasses. "It should be Harold King Brandt, the great pirate with a bounty of 300 million Berries more than 20 years ago, and the pirate that was personally captured by the Grand Inspector Borsalino at the time."

More than twenty years ago?

Three hundred million in the first half of the Grand Line?

That's definitely high quality.

This old guy is in a bit of trouble.

"Borsalino!!"

As if he had heard some taboo, the old man let out a strange cry, his eyes almost shooting up, veins bulging between his brows, and his hands flailing wildly in a bizarre manner.

Kuro raised an eyebrow. Was this old man having some kind of stress reaction? He was getting agitated just hearing the old man's name.

"Heh heh heh, Borsalino..."

After brandishing his hands, Brandt lowered his head and smiled, "Borsalino, I'll make him understand eventually. No rush, I'll start with you guys!"

As he spoke, he raised both hands, and the purplish-black shadows around him quickly spread outwards to the people around him.

"The Thorn of Resentment!"

As he shouted, the purplish-black shadow suddenly undulated, extending purplish-black spikes that pierced directly into the crowd.

Kro transformed into a half-werewolf, his footsteps creating ripples in the air as if he were climbing stairs.

Lida transformed into several afterimages and leaped into the air.

Moore transformed into a white light, flickered and disappeared, and reappeared on the top of a nearby moving building.

Kuro simply floated up slightly, dodging the extended spikes.

"Is this the thing?"

Kuro glanced down, puffing on his cigar, and said, "What's causing my men and the people here to be so agitated?"

"That's right, I am a vengeful spirit who ate the 'Vengeful Fruit'!"

Brandt smiled eerily: "Once you fall victim to my power, you will develop feelings of 'resentment,' and the injustices you suffered in the past will be magnified infinitely, ultimately leading to a state of resentment."

He spread his arms wide, grinning menacingly, and said, "Not bad, isn't it? This meat grinder-like scene is my masterpiece!"

brush!

His response was a massive golden slash.

Intense golden light enveloped the purplish-black shadows, and the massive crescent-shaped slash engulfed Brant. With a deafening roar, an even larger fissure was blasted into the ground, almost splitting the island in two.

Smoke and dust rose and obscured the ground below, but as it dissipated, the purplish-black shadows still clung to the ground.

"it's useless..."

Brant's body reappeared from the shadows, and he grinned wickedly at Kuro: "I've been searching for this fruit for far too long, just to block Borsalino's light. His attacks won't work on me, and your attacks naturally won't work either!"

"That's Borsalino!"

Brant laughed wildly, gesturing wildly, "But it still won't work on me. Let me tell you! I have no power at all, because after I obtained this fruit, I voluntarily gave up myself and transformed into a new form, the Wraith Form!"

"This form is rooted in people's resentment, using everyone on this island as a medium. As long as they live, I will not die!"

"Hey, how is that possible? There's no such ability. You're lying!" Lida said in disbelief from above.

“No, there are…” Kuro’s expression was grave.

There really are some examples, such as Brook's "Revive-Revive Fruit," which allowed him to transform into a spirit form after death.

This means that even if one loses physical life characteristics, as long as one's abilities permit, it does not necessarily mean that one cannot live.

This ability is somewhat like a combination of the Ghost Fruit and the Revive Fruit, but it's definitely not a Frankenstein's monster; it's a unique ability.

The Paramecia series are truly the most unpredictable!

"What are you going to do about this?!"

Brant laughed arrogantly, "Destroy this island?! This island is huge, even a Buster Call couldn't destroy it. All you can do is kill the people here!"

"But those are innocent civilians! Aren't innocent civilians what your navy is supposed to protect?"

Brant's eyes twisted in a ferocious rage. "They're only affected by my power. So what if they killed Celestial Dragons? There are so many civilians. You can't destroy this island; you can only kill the civilians!"

"Ah... let me tell you, these people influenced by my abilities are my mediums!!"

Brandt glared at Kuro in the sky and shouted, "You can't destroy me without killing them, but can you live with your conscience after killing them?! Navy!!"

...

"Please, don't..."

A middle-aged pirate knelt on the deck, pleading with Borsalino, who was still wearing a hat and pouting while holding a cigarette:

"We don't want to be pirates. We have no choice. The surrounding area has been occupied by the Dominican Republic. Our supply lines have all been cut off, and no one is selling us supplies. We are fighting to protect our country and our Comoros!"

"Don't arrest us! We're our last hope! If we're caught, Comorikek is doomed!"

"Well, no, it won't work. The main problem is that you hijacked the Celestial Dragons' ship, Poliel Saint's ship. I was just following orders, and if I can't find the people, I won't be able to explain myself."

The young lieutenant general scratched his head, pouted, and said, "What should we do? I'm in a dilemma too. You might as well come with me. Comorics is hopeless."

"No! There's still hope!!"

The pirate, his face flushed, said, "We've given our soldiers logistical supplies, and they promised us they would fight back with all their might! We will fight back too. Our entire nation is fighting back, and there's nothing wrong with us defending our country!"

That's how it is...

Borsalino picked up his cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said slowly, "But I heard that your commander secretly took back the supplies you gave him. He didn't give them to your soldiers and is even saying that your presence disrupted logistics, making it impossible for them to resist."

These words struck the young pirate like a thunderbolt, leaving him frozen in place, stammering, "How could this be..."

Then he shook his head and said, "No! No! He told me himself that he would definitely protect our home! You're lying to me!!"

The middle-aged pirate stood up with tears streaming down his face and angrily attacked Borsalino.

call out!

A beam of light swiftly severed and melted the weapon in his hand. Borsalino simply moved his foot, pinning the middle-aged pirate to the deck, and pouted, "I couldn't help it..."