I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 214, Section 213: Invite the Ancestral Master to Possess Him!

"Hot spring water?"

With a film of water covering his mouth and nose, Mercer was swept by an undercurrent into a hole on the seabed.

The hot spring water, at least 56°C, flows through the underground hot spring tunnels into the island, relieving the burning sensation in the body.

His Observation Haki spread out, allowing him to perceive the hot spring tunnels beneath the island, which resembled anthills.

On the one hand, it keeps moving inward and upward, and on the other hand, it keeps spreading outward.

As you move further inland, the temperature of the spring water increases.

Is it geothermal?
Vision perception.

The unique frequency fluctuations of water and fire intertwine and converge.

There is also the influence of the island's unique magnetic field.

It's a natural and excellent place for cultivating one's physique, but it's inaccessible to ordinary people.

Magic.

With each breath, the rhythm of water and fire within his body fluctuated and interacted with his domineering aura.

Manipulating the water flow, they continuously swam deeper into the island, and soon arrived at a hot spring source with a diameter of ten meters.

Watching the hot spring water, 76°C, gush forth from the source, Moses, enveloped in Armament Haki, plunged into it.

Go against the flow of the spring water, continuously descending through the winding passageway.

After 1,500 meters, a spectacular natural wonder appears: a place where dense underwater volcanic craters meet underground rivers, surrounded by wisps of misty water vapor.

Hot water flowed around me.

Even more miraculously, Moses actually sensed the presence of life here.

It features bioluminescent fish, anglerfish, fork-toothed fish, as well as tube worms, giant clams, and other adapted creatures.

Mercer sensed a mineral emitting a unique frequency and swam over to it. Soon, he sensed it in a volcanic rock formation. Gray mist spread and devoured it, and with a series of crackling sounds, the volcanic rock and its contents were swallowed up.

After the volcanic rock decomposed, a fist-sized piece of molten iron crystal with bright red veins appeared. Mercer was delighted. He was really lucky. He had just run out of this precious metal ore, and he had unexpectedly acquired another piece.

I carefully surveyed the area, trying to discover something interesting.

Believe it or not, there really is one. Not far from an underwater volcano, there is a dark purple giant clam with a diameter of tens of meters.

That is, giant clam shell.

It was covered with algae of various colors.

Mercer swam over.

Using the ability of vision-seeing color, one could see that inside were fist-sized, deep purple, crystal-clear giant clam pearls.

And this giant clam is still alive.

Mercer shook his head and snapped open the giant clam shell with both hands. Gray mist surged in and devoured the giant clam pearls one by one into the devouring space.

Counted.

There are a total of 206 pearls.

After searching around again, but finding nothing else useful, Mercer caught more than a dozen five-meter-long crabs.

Sitting cross-legged in hot water, one can perceive the workings of all things, engage in spiritual awareness, and cultivate oneself.

The incredibly active fluctuations in water and fire frequencies, along with the natural magnetic field, interact and circulate within itself, integrating with the surrounding natural environment.

The nebula vortex in my mind slowly rotated.

Time is passing.

After one hour.

Mercer should leave; staying any longer would be unbearable in such high temperatures.

Leaving the hot spring outlet at the center of the island and entering the passageway outside, the temperature immediately felt comfortable.

In a hot spring tunnel beneath the island, Messer flowed backward, devouring the space where deep purple, warm, and lustrous giant clam pearls were refined to a diameter of one centimeter, their translucent quality resembling jade.

Each pearl also features intricate engravings of different animals inside.

When illuminated by light, the pearl appears as lifelike as amber.

It can be called a work of art.

The control over the gray fog is exceptionally precise; each bead has a symmetrical hole running from the center to both ends.

Just then, a rough voice reached my ears.

"Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble? Why not just poison the hot spring? Why not just bring your men and storm the city hall?"

"We're here to make money, not to kill. Why don't we just rob a bunch of treasures and leave?"

"Tch! You know nothing. Mayor Mei Kou of this resort island is no ordinary person. Not only does he have a group of capable law enforcement officers under his command, but I've also heard that he has connections with some underground forces in the Grand Line."

"What if he holds a grudge and brings in powerful figures from the Grand Line? What will we do then?"

"The Grand Line? Is that legendary sea of ​​demons real?"

Inevitably, Moses heard these words.

Somewhat speechless.

To run into something like this so late at night.

He floated up from the spring and looked at a group of ten people on the bank of the passageway five meters away—a lowly pirate gang.

"who?"

One of the sharp-eyed ones spotted Mercer's figure.

"Ghost! Ahhhhh!"

Simply because a layer of ice rapidly spread over them, crackling and freezing them into blocks of ice in the blink of an eye.

A few seconds later, bang bang bang bang.
All that remained were clumps of ice shards, and low-quality soul crystals were extracted and then swallowed by the gray mist.

Moses sensed the surroundings with his Observation Haki.

Five pirate ships were discovered on a deserted coastline not far away.

Spiritualization.

They pierced through the ground and soon arrived at their docking location.

"The Great Slash Pirates, the White-Haired Pirates, the Lynx Pirates, and two others I don't recognize."

In short, they are just a bunch of small fry, the most powerful of whom is no more than a "great pirate" with a bounty of 20 million.

Gray mist spread from Moses's hand, and frost appeared. He gripped the hilt of his sword, raised it, and swung it down!

× 3
Three consecutive dark blue flying slashes, each a hundred meters in diameter, whistled out.

bass!
The crisp, ringing sounds of chopping blended together.

Five small pirate ships split in two along the center line.

A series of piercing screams and cries rose and fell. Mercer drew the Grim Reaper in his right hand, locked on with his Observation Haki, and fired, bang bang bang bang.
Ordinary bullets were fired in succession.

One through one.

One through two.

Even one can defeat three opponents at once.

In less than half a minute, groups of figures lay sprawled on the shore. After devouring the soul crystal, Messer took out a camera Den Den Mushi and took a simple picture, creating a brand new news story.

The title is: "The Mysterious Bounty Hunter's Plot to Wipe Out the Pirates!"

For the general public, whether the gossip is good or bad, the prerequisite is that there must be gossip to eat.

After finishing, Moses left.

Before long, they arrived at the large ship moored on the shore.

Mercer jumped onto the deck.

"Where have you been? You can swim for so long."

I sat in a high-backed chair on the deck under the moonlight, with a round table beside me on which were small pieces of watermelon cut into plates and a bottle of strong liquor.

Drinking alone under the moon.

"Waiting for me?"

Mercer walked over, sat down in a chair opposite her, picked up a piece of watermelon with a toothpick, and ate it.

Makino rested one hand on the round table, her eyes misty as she quietly looked at Mercer. "Are you angry with me?"

Moses: "Hmm?"

He looked at her with some confusion, then realized what she meant:

Is there any compensation for me?

Makino propped herself up, leaned over, and gently pecked Mercer's lips before sitting back down, her eyes still blurry.

He then chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I'm really speechless. It feels so unreal that I would actually do this one day."

Mercer laughed and said, "You're drunk. Let me take you back to your room."

He glanced at Ya Dabao, who was guarding the ship tonight, but who was staring straight at him from below the bow, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

He got up, picked up the startled Makino, and brought her to Ya Dabao. He stared at him, grinned, and with a ripple in the space, the two of them were taken back to the castle's lodging area.

After walking down the corridor, we arrived at Makino's room and placed her on the soft bed.

At this moment, a pair of smooth, fair arms wrapped around Mercer's neck, looking into a pair of gentle eyes glistening with moisture beneath her.

There wasn't a trace of drunkenness left inside.

A slight smile curved her lips, and her eyes held a captivating charm.

"Would you like to taste the unique smoothness of the slippery fruit?"

As she spoke, she raised her head and slightly parted her lips.

Its breath is like orchids, carrying a hint of the full oak fragrance of agave.

"Oh?"

Mercer looked surprised, but he didn't hesitate for a moment.

She lowered her head and bit those smooth, tender lips.

Her eyes sparkled with infatuation.

Knock, knock, knock! There was a knock on the door.

"Makino, are you asleep? I'd like to sleep with you tonight."

Robin's voice rang out from outside. Mercer blinked at her, and a hint of helplessness flashed in Makino's eyes.

He pushed Mercer away, took a breath, straightened his white shirt, and glared at Mercer.

The mouth shape says: Get lost.

Moses pursed his lips and looked at her:
Scum girl.

The spirit took two steps and disappeared into the wall.

Just before I left, I heard the door click open.

Clutching a pillow, Robin entered the room, sniffed the air lightly, his deep blue, layered eyes narrowed slightly, and then he covered his mouth with his left hand and yawned.

"I've gotten used to sleeping with you, let's continue to sleep together tonight. Did you drink any alcohol earlier?"

As she spoke, she went to the bedside, took off her pajamas, placed the pillow on the headboard, hugged Makino, and lay down.

He touched her smooth face and whispered:
"Let's go to bed early."

Makino looked like she was about to cry, but what she didn't see was that Robin's eyes flashed with a hint of apology.

He thought to himself: Ya ​​Dabao is my inside man. He wants to be the first to eat the main meal? No way. Even if we're family, he'll have to wait his turn.

That's the routine.

Because men always consider their first priority to be the most special.

Mercer looked helpless, his emotions running high from being provoked, but he had nowhere to vent them. He went to the rooftop lounge, took a bottle of tequila from the liquor shelf, opened it, and took a swig.

A rich, full-bodied flavor with a subtle hint of oak. There's no one here right now.

But it doesn't feel deserted.

A moment later, half a bottle of wine was downed.

His eyes were incredibly clear.

With my current physical condition, I can say that I can drink a lot without getting drunk.

At that moment, the sound of a Den Den Mushi rang out within the Devouring Space.

As soon as Mercer took out the phone and the call connected, a pleasant voice rang out.

"La la la mese? Are you free? See you in the world of songs."

"it is good."

"I am the queen!"

A melodious yet slightly domineering husky voice rang out, drawing Mercer's consciousness into the world of songs.

Upon arrival, I found myself at the port of a beautiful island.

At first glance, it is an incredibly beautiful water city, with waterways of all sizes crisscrossing the city.

The buildings are arranged in a staggered manner, but they do not appear cluttered at all.

It has a feeling of the water towns of Jiangnan.

Behind us is the Redfords.

It was afternoon all around. Uta, who was about 1.5 meters tall, stood prettily in front of Messer, her face slightly flushed.

Why aren't you wearing a shirt and are barefoot?

La~~~
As the song played, colorful musical notes enveloped Mercer's entire body, and as the light faded, Mercer's clothing had changed drastically.

He wore black trousers and leather shoes, a burgundy shirt with rolled-up cuffs, and a delicate, handcrafted mechanical watch on his left wrist.

She also wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her nose, and her black hair was combed back.

Mercer looked at the watch on his wrist with some surprise in his eyes; its craftsmanship was incredibly delicate and exquisite.

Uta looked at Messer's outfit with satisfaction.

It was worth discovering this while shopping at noon; I have such good taste!

He ran over and looked up at Mercer, the only regret being that he only reached Mercer's chest.

Reaching out and pressing her head down, Mercer chuckled, "It's evening where I am, but it's afternoon here."

Uta looked at Messer in surprise, "What's going on? Is this even possible?"

Mercer had to explain to her what planetary revolution and rotation were, but Uta was overwhelmed and quickly waved her hand to stop her.

"Stop talking, stop talking, Uta won't listen. Uta just needs to know that time zones are different in different places."

"Uta, you can't be a bad student. You're going to be the woman of the world's number one songstress. Even if you don't know anything, you can't be completely ignorant."

Shanks is really quite lazy.

Uta looked at Messer with a bewildered expression, then pouted, "I'm not going to learn that. It's enough for Uta to learn about music."

"Did Shanks take you somewhere else to study?"

"Hehehe! No, I have Gordon's Den Den Mushi. He takes an hour every day to come to Song World to teach me music."

“Oh! I see. With Mr. Gordon’s level of expertise, I can certainly teach you.” Moses’s lips curled into a smile.

"Are you still in the South China Sea?" Mercer asked her. Uta nodded. "Yes, we're almost leaving the South China Sea. Our next stop is the West China Sea."

Then it's time to head to the Grand Line.

However, this sentence was not said.

Uta looked at Messer and said with a grin:
Are you sleeping now? If not, how about we go for a walk around the city?

Looking at the empty city, Mercer felt listless. Uta noticed Mercer's thoughts and let down her two heterochromatic rabbit ears.

"Then I'll sing you a song. I've learned a new song, a beautiful song with a melancholic feel to it."

Seeing her dejection, and sensing his own state of being, akin to a materialized soul, where he could use all his abilities except for the absence of the "orb of light," Moses stroked his chin and looked at her:
"I suddenly had an idea, should I give it a try?"

Uta Rabbit's hair stood on end, and she asked curiously, "What?"

Mercer shook his head. "Let's give it a try first, so you don't get all excited for nothing if it doesn't work out."

"Okay, then you can try it."

The gray fog spread.

This body from the world of Song of Uta has been devoured.

Fusion.

Their bodies intertwined.

At the same time, a very unique feeling arose.

The field of vision has become two.

One is in the song space.

One was in a room on the ship.

Uta exclaimed in surprise, "What? What's this?"

As expected, after the Song-Song Fruit power is activated, the user will split into two connected consciousnesses.

Now that he has merged with Uta's consciousness in the world of Song Song, Messer can also perceive the main consciousness of the outside world.

The next moment, Gege's consciousness returned to the main body and merged back into one.

Uta, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and a short skirt, jumped out of bed.

The duck sat on the bed and asked excitedly in a low voice:

"Mercy?"

In his mind, Moses:

"I'm here."

Uta excitedly rolled around on the bed, leaving Mercer speechless. With a thought, Mercer took control of Uta's body.

Uta asked Moses blankly:

"You actually took my body so easily?"

With each breath, I felt my own body, my physical strength was at E+ level.

so weak.

Mercer got out of bed and put on her shoes.

He jumped up and down, reflecting on his own abilities, and realized that many of them were no longer usable.

All that can be used is the inherited breathing technique, the state of oneness with heaven and man, and the domineering aura of spiritual vision, one's own hegemony, and the aura of sight and hearing.

As for the other gifts and abilities, they are aware of them, but unable to use them.

and,

"I can feel a strong pulling sensation in my consciousness; it's my body pulling my consciousness, and that's my own anchor point."

Through the power of the Song-Song Fruit within his body, he could sense that the fruit's power was the cornerstone of maintaining consciousness.

And in the blink of an eye, one can send their consciousness back.

Moreover, based on the analysis of perception, the fusion of consciousness used to maintain Uta's physical and mental strength can be maintained for about an hour with low consumption, but if it is considered as fighting on his own, it will only last for three minutes.

Their consciousnesses were aligned and synchronized with Moses's thoughts.

"So little time? We only have this much time?" Uta complained helplessly.

"That's because you're too weak. If you had my physical strength, you could easily last for ten days and ten nights."

Mercer took a couple of steps, getting used to his current weak body. Looking down at the flat plain, he felt no interest whatsoever.

"What do you mean? You actually look down on me? And I've been wanting to ask this for a long time, isn't it strange at all that you and I are fused together? I'm the super invincible beautiful girl Uta-da-yo!"

Mercer remained completely calm, saying indifferently, "I've experienced too much."

Uta's consciousness immediately flared up, "What did you and they do?"

"Don't ignore me, can't I hear what you really think?"

"So that's how it is. Damn it, it's clearly my body and my consciousness, yet you, an outsider consciousness, can block me out. I'm so angry."

"Sigh! Maybe I should just leave."

"No, come shopping with me. We have an hour anyway."

"If you do that, your body will be very tired afterwards."

The burden will be huge.

Maintaining my current conscious existence is constantly draining your physical and mental energy.

"Isn't there any benefit?"

"Yes, breathing techniques. With my experience, your breathing techniques will improve much faster. Unity of heaven and man, harmony of spirit and body. You will master it very quickly."

"Then let's practice together for an hour every day from now on."

"decide as things go."

"Then I'll call you every day, and we'll come over whenever we're free. By the way, what's this move called? It sounds really powerful. If I ever encounter danger, I'll ask you to possess my body. If you control my body, I'll definitely become very strong, right?"

"More or less, but as for how strong? It depends on your physical condition."

As for the technique, let's call it: "Inviting the Ancestral Master to Possess Me!"

Uta looked bewildered: "What do you mean?"

Pushing open the door, I entered the cabin corridor and walked a few steps to the cabin lobby, which was nicely decorated, like a bar.

However, the atmosphere was chaotic at that time.

The smell of smoke, alcohol, and barbecue is very strong.

"Yo-oo-ta? Are you awake?"

Shanks looked at Uta with a puzzled expression, feeling that something was different, and that her walking posture was a bit too domineering.

Mercer glanced at him indifferently, walked to the stool next to him and sat down, looking at the room full of laughing old drunkards.

Shanks' eye twitched. This faint sense of incongruity was a bit too strong, making him feel like that brat.

With his chin slightly raised and eyes half-closed, a terrifying aura rose within him as he spoke calmly:

"You bunch of bastards! Don't you know how to open the window before smoking? Are you trying to choke Uta to death?"

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at Uta. How did our incredibly cute and beautiful girl, Uta-chan, suddenly become so domineering and queen-like?

"Uta?"

Shanks gently placed his hand on Uta's shoulder, looking puzzled.
"what happened to you?"

In her mind, Uta let out a screeching sound like a groundhog:
"Are you going to die? How could you say such things using my body and my voice? How shameful!"

"I feel pretty good. Let me say one more sentence."

Looking at Shanks, Moses's lips curled into a faint smile:
“My name is not Uta.”

You should call me Your Majesty!

Understand? "

Mercer laughed coldly.

Shanks stared in disbelief, completely dumbfounded.

His lips then began to twitch violently.

Uta, starting today... Society is dead!

(End of this chapter)