Chapter 94 Is food safety also the players' fault...?
"Achoo, achoo, achoo!"
Standing at the bow of the ship, Violet sneezed several times in a row. She subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to rub her sore nose, but when she looked down, she saw that her hand was covered with sticky spider webs, so she had to put her hand down again in a huff.
Violet, who fought the Spider Queen for three hundred rounds and finally defeated her, also paid a heavy price, specifically because she was wrapped in layers upon layers of spider webs that almost turned her into a mummy.
This caused her to get stuck to anything she touched, and she had to exert all her strength to separate the frayed soles from the ground with every step.
Therefore, Violet dared not touch anything on the ship and could only stand upright on the ship, waiting for the sea breeze to blow the sails and take them back to R'lyeh.
As for Rosinante, although he was not physically free from the pain of being entangled in the spider web, his host flower, Abigail, was still not immune to the affliction and was also entangled in the spider web into a snow-white, sticky sphere.
Strangely enough, even though he had nothing on him, Rosinante felt as if he were bound by an invisible spider web, causing him to act as if he were drunk, his limbs becoming uncontrollable, and he would almost always slap the ground every two or three steps.
Seeing Rosinandi fall down again, Violet sighed deeply.
Rosinandi scratched his head sheepishly, then simply followed Violet's example and stood straight on the deck without moving.
The man, who was over four meters tall, standing next to her made Wilt's pitiful armored ship look even smaller.
Vera narrowed her eyes and gestured with her chin toward Rosinandi: "Come here, a little closer."
Rosinandi was confused, but he still obediently took two steps closer to her as Vera had instructed: "Like this?"
"Okay, a little more to the left, two more steps, stop!" Violet called out to Rosinante, then closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sea breeze, cooled by Rosinante's soul, blowing on her body.
Thinking about the spider silk, monster meat, and spider glands filling her backpack, Violet couldn't help but exclaim, "Rosinante is just too useful!"
Although he found the way of praising him a bit strange, Rosinante couldn't help but smile and say, "Hey, hehe."
Violet held the Abigail Flower to her face and rubbed it affectionately: "AoE attacks are truly the best skills in the world. I want to be Rosinante's sister for life!"
Feeling so warm and cozy, Rosinandi was so happy he almost fainted.
His cheerful and straightforward nature is the best quality in the world; he wants to be Will's brother for life!
Rosinandi straightened his chest and tried his best to bring more cool air to Vera.
Vera: "So~comfortable~"
A slightly smug Rosinandi began to savor the memory of his heroic performance in the day's battle—
The way he charged towards the spider swarm must have looked brave and reliable, and his method of executing the spiders was quite swift and decisive... Eh? Speaking of which, wouldn't it have been better to do it that way during that attack? And that time when he was bitten, if he had dodged in another direction, he probably would have avoided it.
Um? !
Rosinandi suddenly realized a blind spot: "Vilvier, is all that meat you picked up really edible?"
"Of course you can. Even if you eat it raw, you'll only lose a little bit of health and sanity." And as long as you do some preliminary processing, such as roasting it over a fire or hanging it on a drying rack to make monster jerky, this side effect of reducing health and sanity will be further alleviated.
Furthermore, when cooked in a cooking pot, such as by placing it in the pot with the three fillers to make meatballs, or by adding it to regular meat to make a stew, the side effects of the toxins contained in the monster meat will disappear completely.
Rosinandi listened in astonishment: "Wow, that's amazing."
What a strange theory: "As long as it won't kill you, it's edible; even if it could kill you, as long as it's processed properly so it's not so easy to kill you, it's still edible."
But Rosinante was surprisingly well-received, after all, there was Garp in the Navy who said things like, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could there be poisonous food in this world? Even if you feel uncomfortable after eating it, you'll be fine after a good night's sleep. You're just overeating."
Rosinante, who was already dead, was a little disappointed that he couldn't eat, but he was still happy to think about the expression on Rosinante's face when he ate that kind of thing.
Vera: "Huh? What are you talking about? Luo already ate it."
"Good morning?! It's already here?!"
“Ah, that was when I first arrived in R'lyeh.” Recalling the difficult early days with Luo, Violet couldn’t help but show a nostalgic expression.
Back then, they could only squeeze into a coconut leaf shed, without miner's hats or lanterns, and could only carry torches to move forward in the dark at midnight.
Even when they first started cultivating the farmland, Vera and Luo had a headache for a while because they were struggling to collect OO.
"Waaaaah..."
Rosinandi tenderly pulled Vera into a fluffy feather embrace: "Sin, thank you for your hard work!"
Law never gave him a very detailed account of how he evaded the Donquixote Family's pursuit after eating the Op-Op Fruit, how he came to R'lyeh to become a Violet Islander, and how he eventually mastered the Op-Op Fruit's power to resolve the platinum and lead buildup in his body.
Rosinante had a feeling that it must have been a bad experience, which is why Rosinante skillfully changed the subject every time Rosinante asked about it.
As the saying goes, "You love the children you raise yourself." Rosinante no longer finds the scene of Rodri eating monster meat amusing; he's started to feel sorry for Rodri and Violet.
Rosinante: "Is there any way I can get some too?"
He was already absent from Luo and Violet's most difficult time. If he can't even share the hardships of eating monster meat, then he's really a failure as an older brother!
A failed older brother... Doflamingo's image gradually magnified in his mind, his eerie laughter echoing as he looked at him.
"My foolish little brother, you who share the same blood, you who inherit the Don Quixote name, will become a second me, Fufufufu, after you become the older brother!"
Rosinandi exclaimed in horror, "No way!"
He absolutely must not be the kind of terrible older brother who watches his younger siblings suffer without doing anything, cold and heartless!
Nestled in the soft, translucent feathers, feeling the comfortable, cool embrace, Violet's eyelids grew heavy: "Um, maybe...no..."
She remembered that the game seemed to have a setting where certain special creatures would go crazy if they ate too much monster meat at once.
"It's all in the past. I'll make you some stewed meat soup when we get back..."
Violet's voice grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely. The armored ship, carried slowly by the sea breeze towards R'lyeh, swayed gently, and Violet, in Rosinante's arms, swayed just as much.
The arduous training had given her seemingly unremarkable body a surprisingly powerful physique, which weighed heavily on his chest and swayed back and forth. It was as if Rosinante's heart, which had been idle since his death, began to beat again.
Rosinandi pursed his lips and tightened his arms to carefully protect this "heart" in his embrace.
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"Boss Ah Long, are you sure there's really no problem?"
The fishmen, standing in a circle around a wooden table, looked at the meat soup on the table, then glanced uncertainly at the evil dragon sitting in the shadows in the corner of the room.
Some of the fish-men here were once members of the Sun Pirates, but left with Arlong because they couldn't accept the new captain Jinbe and his friendly attitude towards humans. Others came from Fishman Town and joined Arlong's crew with the ambition to make a name for themselves.
However, they all have one thing in common: they all hold the racist view of "fishman superiority," with the only difference being the degree of racism.
Those who possess strength far exceeding that of humans, who can breathe in seawater without fear of drowning, are the true masters of this world. Humans, on the other hand, are merely an inferior race, fit only to be their slaves.
Just a few days ago, they easily swindled a large quantity of dried meat and fish from an idiot with nouveau riche tastes. While replenishing their supplies, they also gained a legitimate identity that allowed them to approach the island's villages without alerting the nearby navy—a floating restaurant preparing to dock and sell its products.
Yes, it was the jerky that guy named Tesoro sold them. They didn't know what kind of meat it was, but it had a strange dark purple color and was covered with black hairs that looked like they were going to hurt someone's throat.
"Of course, no problem." The dragon harbors considerable malice towards humans, and naturally, it will also speculate about human thoughts and behaviors with a rather wicked mindset.
They wouldn't eat food provided by humans indiscriminately, but these dried meats were different. He personally witnessed the chefs at the floating restaurant using these dried meats to make a large bowl of meat soup, which they then sold to guests who came specifically to try it.
"I saw those humans eat that meat with my own eyes."
"Eat up." The dragon stood up, bracing himself on the wooden table. His open clothes slipped down, revealing a blood-red tattoo on his chest that represented the Sun Pirates. "We have important business to attend to later."
Seeing the evil, villainous smile on the dragon's face, the fish-men, who already had a tacit understanding about what they were about to do, also laughed.
What is the purpose of a pirate ship that harbors malice towards humans and believes that fish-men should enslave them, disguised as a floating restaurant, approaching a completely unknown island?
Of course, we should conquer that island with force and fear.
"That's right, Boss Dragon! Weak humans should give way to us. They are fit to grovel at our feet and become our slaves!"
"It's time to let those living in illusions realize who the true master of this sea really is!"
"That island will be ours soon!"
The evil dragon grinned and picked up the meat soup in front of him first. He swallowed the dark purple meat chunks and soup together. The meat chunks were torn apart by his sharp, serrated teeth and then swallowed into his stomach.
A burning warmth rose from his abdomen. The dragon smashed the bowl on the deck, wiped the grease from his mouth, and stepped out of the room to look at the island that was gradually becoming clearer.
He spread his arms wide: "Hahaha, let's start from this island! The era of fishmen ruling humanity has arrived!"
Pirate flags bearing shark designs suddenly rose, fluttering loudly.
The pirate ships that had reached the shore showed no sign of slowing down and simply ran over the small fishing boats moored on the shore, causing screams and panic.
The dragon looked down coldly at the people who had fallen into the water due to the ship breaking apart, and with a burst of strength, it jumped onto the shore when the pirate ship was nearly ten meters away from the shore.
"Hahaha, be terrified, scream, and greet your new master with your blood and tears!"
Under a horrified gaze, all the fishmen followed the dragon's lead and set foot on this island that should have been peaceful.
Um?
The last fishman quietly scratched his arm.
Strange, why does it feel a little itchy?
It looks like something is about to grow?
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Author's Note: After reading the spoilers, baby Shanks is so cute! [upright bunny head emoji]
But speaking of which, how did Roger know Shanks' name was Shanks? And there must be an explanation for Buggy's father too. [crying emoji]
One Piece has really become like "Where's Dad?" [crying emoji]
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