One Piece: I Start with a Married Woman, I Am the Evil Admiral!

Chapter 143 The Land of Death

"Hehehehe..."

Aini recognized her at a glance; this was one of his targets, Monet, a Logia-type Snow-Snow Fruit user.

The three secretaries in One Piece are Robin, Monet, and Kalifa.

Robin is the type with a touch of aloofness, Kalifa is sexy, and Monet is a gentle and intellectual mature woman.

Of these three, Monet was the first one he met.

It has to be said, they truly deserve to be called the three great secretaries in One Piece.

Extremely charming.

Gentle, intellectual, sexy... the only flaw is that this guy isn't very bright. He didn't want his own long legs, but let M. Caesar Clair give him bird legs instead.

What kind of situation is this?

Of course, as a member of the Don Quixote family.

She is only gentle on the surface, so once she gets into a fight, her personality becomes exceptionally brutal and ruthless.

They might even use their sharp teeth to crush their opponents' bodies, and they have a habit of taking out the weak and isolated first.

Unfortunately, this time she was facing no weaklings.

"shave……"

With a soft shout, Aini vanished like a ghost. The next moment, he reappeared, standing firmly beside Monet.

Monet was startled. Although she had keenly sensed Aini's movements, this instantaneous awareness filled her with a deep sense of fear. The reason was simple: Aini's speed was far too fast, so fast that she was caught off guard and unable to react.

Now she truly understood the meaning of Vergo's words: "The same move, when performed by different people, often produces vastly different power."

Take the move "Shave" for example. It can almost be called one of the signature skills of naval officers, and many of them can use it.

For example, Vergo, who said this, could also use this move.

However, Monet could still barely keep up with Vergo's "Shave" technique. But when facing Aini, she found herself completely unable to compete, even though she could detect her with her Observation Haki.

My eyes can keep up, but my body can't.

However, if your body can't keep up, then it's all for naught...

"Hehehehe..."

At this moment, Aini laughed again.

It must be said that Monet was indeed a very good woman.

However, no matter how beautiful and charming a woman is, how can she compare to an incomparably precious Logia-type Devil Fruit?

The answer is clearly no, in this world where the strong rule.

Such a possibility does not exist!

Therefore, even though Monet possessed unparalleled beauty, Eni would never be merciful and would show no mercy when it was time to kill.

"brush......"

With a crisp sound, Aini moved like lightning, his movements swift as the wind, giving Monet no time to react. The sword named Autumn Water at his waist was instantly drawn, its cold gleam flashing like lightning across the night sky.

In that instant, Monet's eyes widened, her face filled with terror and despair. Her body simply couldn't keep up; she could only watch helplessly as the knife drew ever closer.

Finally, a sharp pain shot through her chest as the incredibly sharp sword tip mercilessly pierced her heart.

"Pfft..."

With a muffled sound, blood gushed from Monet's chest like a burst dam, splashing into the air and forming a crimson mist.

The bloody scene was horrifying, as if the whole world had been dyed red.

However, Aini had anticipated this. He remained calm and composed, taking out a seemingly ordinary fruit from his pocket.

Just as the blood splattered, he accurately scooped the fruit into the gushing blood from his heart.

Something amazing happened!

The moment the blood touched the fruit, the originally ordinary fruit with no special patterns began to change drastically.

First, exquisite snowflake patterns gradually appear on the surface. These patterns are delicate and realistic, as if they were sculpted by nature itself.

Immediately afterwards, the fruit's color also changed rapidly from its original ordinary hue to a pure, flawless snow white, exuding a cold and mysterious aura.

"Logia-type - Snow-Snow Fruit obtained! Hehehehe..."

That triumphant and arrogant laughter echoed throughout the space. Even for Aini, who had a system, a natural-type fruit was still incredibly precious.

"How...how is this possible?"

But at that moment, an unbelievable voice suddenly rang out. And that voice came from M. Caesar Courland in the monitoring room.

M. Caesar Courland froze on the spot as if electrocuted. His already large eyes widened to the point of being enormous, as if their pupils were about to pop out of their sockets. His face was filled with astonishment and disbelief, and his mouth was so open that an egg could have been stuffed inside.

As a partner who had known and worked with Monet for over a year, M. Caesar Clown believed he had a fairly good understanding of Monet's strength, despite never having actually fought him. After all, they were both powerful Logia-type Devil Fruit users!

In his mind, Monet's talent was absolutely no less than his own.

However, what he was witnessing completely overturned his understanding—Monet couldn't even withstand a single move from that naval rear admiral.

!what does that mean?

Could it be that if I were to encounter this person, I would be as easily defeated as Monet?

The thought of this possibility sent a chill down M. Caesar Courton’s spine, rising from his feet and sweeping through his entire body.

In an instant, cold sweat seeped out of his skin like a burst dam, covering his forehead and even sliding down his cheeks in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, beads of sweat began to seep from his back, like sparkling pearls, slowly trickling down his spine.

At first, it was just a few specks of dampness, but as time went on, the sweat increased and gradually gathered into thin streams, silently soaking his clothes.

His sweat-soaked clothes clung tightly to his skin, outlining the contours of his back muscles, making it immediately clear that he was tense and fearful.

This scene perfectly illustrates what it means to be drenched in sweat...

"Gurgle..."

M. Caesar Courland swallowed hard, his throat making a dry sound. His eyes widened, his pupils dilated sharply, and his eyes revealed an undisguised terror.

"The Land of Death..."

The name exploded in his mind like a thunderclap.

In that instant, he remembered the terrifying weapon he had just developed, which was known as the most powerful killing weapon.

The thought of this weapon about to unleash its terrifying power filled M. Caesar Clown with a strange sense of excitement.