I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 232, Section 231: I have a cooperation proposal!
"No, it's just that my spirituality has grown, and I have the potential to grow."

He could sense two faint, dazed spirits aligning with his consciousness.

As he infused his domineering aura, in harmony with the two different frequency fluctuations, flames and ice formed from frozen air appeared in his hands, and he could sense that his control over them had become smoother.

Hancock played with fire and ice, feeling a kind of spirituality emerge within them.

Moses watched as the ice below was refined into drops of water essence as it was swallowed by the gray mist.

Salome's improvement is nearing its end; he lies flat on the ice like a spicy snack.

Looking at the snake, Moses suddenly thought it was actually quite delicious, just like Hancock's long, white legs, full of firm, fleshy texture.

Hancock then noticed that Moses was scanning her thighs and Salome, and she leaned forward slightly, using her chest to cover her thighs.

"What are you looking at?"

Her face was slightly flushed, but she has recovered by now.

Mercer smiled and asked with some curiosity, "Your Salome is a python, so does it hibernate? By the way, is it a male or a female?"

Hancock tilted her head and said blankly, "It's the female snake. She doesn't hibernate, and her daily routine is the same as mine."

"Does it lay eggs? Does it mate with male snakes? Has it hatched baby snakes?"

Moses asked with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and Hancock's face flushed red. After a few seconds, she covered her face and said in embarrassment:
"Don't ask me. If you want to know, go ask Salome yourself. But I have never stolen any snake eggs."

Mercer's lips twitched. Looking at this guy with his head buried in his pectoral muscles, looking extremely ashamed, it was confirmed.

"One last question, are there male snakes in Salome?"

Hancock, in a fit of desperation, said, "No, that guy thinks that if no male snake can beat her, then he's not worthy of having her bear his babies. She says anyone who can't beat her is ugly."

Mercer's lips twitched; it turned out this little thing was quite the tomboy.

However, after this ordeal, he might be destined to be alone for the rest of his life.

Moses suddenly realized what she meant and looked at her curiously: "You can understand Salome's Parseltongue?"

Hancock nodded: "We Kuja people have lived with snakes for generations, and through this tradition, we have come to understand the meanings that our snakes express."

Mercer shook his head and smiled, "I have a prescription here that might teach intelligent animals to speak after they take it."

"Do you want to give it to her and see?"

Mercer had reason to believe this, because a starfish on Fishman Island believed it to be human from a young age, and by the time it came to its senses as an adult, it had already learned to speak.

The creatures of this world are amazing; the animals are generally intelligent, and there's even a snake-necked tribe. Hancock looked at Moses in astonishment:

"Really?"

"Yes, almost all the crows in my house can talk."

However, crows are generally intelligent. Salome understands human speech, so it should be possible too.

Moses suddenly realized that White Star's shark, Mecaro, seemed to have spoken simple words at the end of the original timeline.

Hancock blinked and nodded, saying, "Then I'll give it a try. If Salome can speak human language, it will make communication easier for us."

"I'll give you the formula for that cultivation drug later, and you can try it yourself."

"Ok."

Hancock smiled and noticed that Salome had moved and her aura had become much stronger.

Then, pointing to the faintly visible, light blue water spirit within the churning gray mist below, Hancock exclaimed in surprise:

"So water essence is extracted from seawater?"

Mercer chuckled and said, "Of course, something made from a massive amount of water element essence is extracted from the ocean."

"So your material costs are zero, right? Hmm, no, you can't say that. Mercer, your physical exertion is the most invaluable part. Refining this kind of thing must be very energy-consuming, right?"

As she spoke, she looked at Mercer with a worried expression and placed the back of her hand on Mercer's forehead.

Mercer sighed helplessly. This silly woman, she was taking her temperature.

Hancock realized that her movements were wrong and blushed.

He stammered, "Aren't you tired? You've been fighting with them for so long."

Mercer laughed and said, "It's really tiring."

Hancock blinked, shifted back, knelt on the gray mist, and pulled Moses backward.

She rested her head on Hancock's lap.

Moses's lips curled up slightly. A lap pillow? This is the first time.

At this moment, cool, slightly moist fingers pressed on both of Mercer's temples.

Hancock moved gently, her soft voice saying, "This is my first time. If I hurt you, just tell me."

I couldn't see her face when I looked up.

The magnificent, pert shape blocked the view.

Mercer grasped her left hand with his left and placed it on his chest, sensing the increasing amount of high-quality water essence within the gray mist.

With a thought, drops of water essence floated over, and a gray mist enveloped the two of them. As their breaths rose and fell, aquamarine energy seeped into their bodies, and their breathing synchronized.

The body's depleted energy was slowly replenished through the penetration of the water essence.

Hancock clenched her teeth, feeling waves of comfort coursing through her body.

Their breathing rhythms were synchronized. After a moment's thought, Messer unleashed his Dragon Breath, and the concept of dragonification flowed through their bodies along with his domineering aura.

"This is a specialized breathing technique."

Hancock, in coordination with Moses, transformed her own breathing frequency, learning this unique Dragon Breathing technique.

Instinctively interacting with each other, feeling the comfort emanating from her body, Mercer gradually drifted off to sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Moses opened his eyes, and Hancock said softly:
Are you awake?

Mercer sat up from the gray fog and looked down at the ice ruins below, which had mostly disappeared.

Only a small pool of blue crystal, about the size of a human head, floated in the gray mist.

Below, Salome sat on a block of ice, his eyes fixed intently on the water sprite in the gray mist above.

"Can my body still ingest water essence? And how long have I been asleep?"

Hancock's face flushed slightly as she felt the abundant energy within her body, along with a feeling of vitality and purification from the inside out.

"My body is already full, I feel like vomiting."

While sleeping, Mercer was also instinctively cleansing their bodies with the water essence energy.

Even now.

Upon hearing her words, the gray mist around her dissipated, and half of the water essence in the gray mist below naturally vanished and was swallowed by the "small world".

"You've been in a deep sleep for six hours. It should be afternoon outside by now."

Moses turned to look at Hancock. The absorption of a large amount of water essence and the subtle nourishment it had provided to her body were already quite effective.

"How are you feeling? Is there anything that feels uncomfortable?"

Hancock looked at Moses's radiant smile:
"Everything is fine, it's just that my lips feel a little dry."

lie.

Moses looked at her rosy cheeks and chuckled softly:
"Then let me take a look for you."

……

Two figures emerged from the portal of gray mist, and at the same time, Salome was thrown out.

Hancock pouted slightly, feeling a little swollen, and her heart rate was a bit too fast.

The two walked out of the cabin onto the outer deck, where the Nine Serpents ship was already docked at the island's shore.

Including Mercer's ship, there are four ships in total. At this moment, a battle is taking place on the ice not far away.

Shanks and the others laughed and commented from the shore.

Ace laughed loudly: "Sabo, haven't you eaten?"

Sabo, engulfed in flames, laughed angrily, "You haven't eaten yet, I think you're just asking for a beating."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Hancock's temples bulged with veins, her expression turning extremely displeased. She gritted her teeth and said:

"Is it him? The one who was cursing me so fiercely on the Den Den Mushi the other day?"

Mercer blinked, suddenly remembering how Ace had proudly boasted about his prowess to her that day, and squinted as she said:

"Yeah, that's Ace, my brother. Yeah, my own brother. If you beat him up later, just don't kill him. Yeah, the other one is called Sabo, also my brother, but he's polite. You can beat him up along with him if you feel like it."

Hancock blinked, pursed her lips, and smiled, her pretty face turning slightly dark.
"Well then, I'll teach this impolite younger brother a lesson."

The last two words were pronounced very heavily.

As he spoke, he walked to the ship's railing, pressed down with both hands, and with a whoosh, he launched himself forward, landing precisely in front of Ace two hundred meters away. The next instant, to Ace's surprise, he kicked him in the chest.

With a muffled thud, Ace was shot backwards like a cannonball, flying hundreds of meters away before crashing heavily onto the ice and tumbling away.

Seeing that Hancock had already attacked, Moses laughed wickedly, knowing that what goes around comes around. He flashed onto the deck of his own ship.

At that moment, Sabo's eyes widened suddenly as he looked at Hancock in shock and anger, exclaiming, "Why did you attack Ace? Are you crazy?"

Hancock tilted her head, her eyes turning unfriendly. With her left index finger, she lightly touched her slightly swollen lips and suddenly pulled them outward, shaping them into a pinkish-red heart-shaped energy ball.

Her right hand gripped the bowstring like a drawn bow, and a heart-shaped energy was aimed at him. She shouted in a crisp voice, "Arrow of the Captive."

The next instant, a barrage of heart-shaped, pink energy arrows shot towards him in rapid succession.

I sensed a sense of crisis.

Sabo immediately transformed into flames and unleashed a fiery fist: "Fire Fist!!!"

A fiery fist shattered the dense rain of pink energy arrows.

However, at this moment, Hancock suddenly appeared in front of him, her body shrouded in a domineering and chilling aura. In her dragon bone form, her right leg twisted unnaturally, and she delivered a high kick to his chin.

Bang!
Sabo tilted his head back and suddenly spiraled upwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Hancock tilted her head, wondering if this was going a bit too far. She turned back to look in the direction of Mercer and found him immediately, but her pretty face suddenly darkened.

His teeth were grinding together.

"You bastard! Who are you? Do you want to die? Don't think that just because you know Mercer I won't hit women."

Ace got up, glaring angrily at Hancock.

Hancock's face was grim, her eyes filled with rage, and she gritted her teeth as she said:

"Kid, your name is Ace, right? Mercer said that I can do whatever I want with you, except I won't kill you."

His hands and feet turned grayish-white, then Armament Haki enveloped him, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Ace. Ace, wearing his Iron Man armor, unleashed a high-temperature Iron Punch. Hancock tilted her head, thinking it wasn't that impressive. Since her main goal was to teach him a lesson, she hadn't used her petrification power.

With a flick of his leg, a flash of light appeared, and the kick landed heavily on Ace's chest. The terrifying force caused Ace to scream in pain, and in the blink of an eye, he was sent flying backward again.

"Flame Thrust".

At that moment, Sabo appeared near Hancock, his right arm transforming into a condensed, high-temperature flamethrower that pierced through Hancock.

The next second, Hancock flashed in front of him, dodging the flamethrower, and twisted her left arm to release condensed cold mist.

Bang! A palm struck his chest, the swirling force carrying an overbearing chill that pierced through his chest.

Under the terrifying force of the spin, Sabo screamed and was sent flying again.

An idea flashed through my mind.

The Seven Warlords of the Sea were indeed formidable figures.

It turns out that Hawkeye wasn't the only one who was powerful.

Hancock charged forward.

Ship deck.

Looking at his two unfortunate brothers who had been beaten up, it was time for them to know that not all Shichibukai were "fake" like Ulti's father.

Yes, there's one more.

Runti, clinging to Mather's arm, watched Hancock tormenting Ace and Sabo, and couldn't help but twitch her lips as she recalled the woman's murderous glare.
"She seems a bit possessive. Just now... was she trying to hit me?"

Messer blinked. "Hancock is very well-behaved. Don't worry, there's no reason why she won't beat you up."

Runti looked up at Messer, her face full of helplessness. She sighed and thought to herself:

With this woman in your home, you're in for a rough time.

Mercer's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at Runti and smiled:
"They're being tortured. Do you want to go help Ace and the others?"

Runti pouted and shook her head in refusal. She wasn't stupid; if she went over there now, that woman would definitely beat her up.

Look, she's looking over here again. Runti pouted, hugged Mercer's arm tightly, and gave Hancock a rather provocative glare.

Instantly, Ace and his companion were beaten even more severely.

Runti's actions were a resounding success, adding fuel to the fire.

After pouring the oil, Runti quickly shook her head:

"I won't go. She's got personal feelings to deal with. I'll go with Yamato when she comes back."

Moses glanced at her; she certainly had a lot of clever ideas.

"Did Erii go back to sleep?"

"Hmm, she's still asleep right now. But judging by the time, she'll wake up soon. She hasn't been sleeping well these past two days."

"I know, that silly girl."

His eyes held a mixture of doting affection and helplessness.

Shanks then jumped over from the Redford and watched the fierce battle raging on the other side, with fire and ice alternating between the two.

He grinned and said, "Aren't we going to do anything about it? If they keep fighting, they'll both be bedridden for a while."

Judging from the sound, his leg was fractured.

Uta, who came with Shanks, pouted and said with dissatisfaction:

"That auntie was really ruthless. How could she hit people like that? Ace and the other guy were both spitting blood."

"Auntie?"

Mercer's lips twitched, and he looked at Uta speechlessly:

"Be careful what you say, or I won't help you if she wants to beat you up."

Uta stuck out her tongue, snorted, and said with a dissatisfied look:

"If you don't help, I still have Shanks to beat her up for me."

"Well, it's not appropriate for me to interfere in matters between you girls."

Shanks' lips twitched as he spoke.

Uta glared and said with dissatisfaction:

"You don't love me anymore?"

Moses looked at Shanks and smiled helplessly. This guy really had this little girl wrapped around his little finger.

Therefore, those who are favored are fearless.

However, Uta wasn't being unreasonable; he just said it and then shut up.

Soon after, Mihawk and the others arrived.

Enjoy watching the Empress beat up the two teenagers.

However, after beating them for half an hour, Hancock got tired of it. She looked at the two struggling to get up, snorted, and went back to the deck of the ship without looking back.

Hancock glanced at Runti, who had already released Messer, and blinked, showing some tact.

She stood beside Mercer with a demure, feminine air.

We had spicy hot pot for dinner.

Several large pots were placed on the deck.

Spicy broth, simmered with various meats and vegetables, paired with chilled drinks, is a truly delicious combination.

……

Time flies by.

Before long, the temperature on the island dropped, and it was December.

The last month of the year.

noon.

On the ice along the island's shore.

Moses, Shanks, and Mihawk stood in a triangle, panting heavily.

The three had been fighting for seven days and seven nights.

Over the course of these hundred days, every now and then, the three of them would either be in pairs, or together, or together they would face the remaining enemies and besiege them.

In short, time flies.

Moses looked at the two of them and smiled, "Are you two leaving?"

Shanks looked at the two of them and said:
"Well, I've stayed here long enough. It's time for me to set off for the Grand Line. Thank you both for your help and training during this time. We are fully confident that we can venture into the Grand Line."

"The Navy Headquarters calls every few days, saying that the long-term gathering of the four of us Shichibukai here is having a bad influence."

This has already touched a nerve with the five people above them.

"It's possible that a high-ranking officer from headquarters has already come to assess the situation."

Mihawk said nonchalantly:

"So, it's about time I traveled somewhere else too."

"Are they those five old men?"

Mercer smiled faintly, "There's no rush. Let's wait until after lunch before we leave."

Both of them nodded with smiles.

Shanks looked at Moses and Mihawk and suddenly laughed: "What do you say, the three of us, how about we have a sworn brotherhood drink?"

Mihawk gave him a speechless look.

"Are you going to be my younger brother? If you agree, I won't object."

Shanks' face immediately darkened.

Moses shook his head and said calmly:
"I won't do it unless it's based on merit."

Shanks' lips twitched again. Although he was confident that he would not lose, the kid's stamina was a mystery.

It's a bit hard to tell.

Mihawk's lips twitched as well, and he immediately said, "Forget about the sworn brotherhood drink. I already consider you two as my younger brothers."

Mercer glanced at him speechlessly. Taking advantage, huh? Haven't you taken enough advantage in the last three months?

He glanced at the black sword Night in Mihawk's hand; it had been reforged.

It's on credit.

Shanks was incredibly envious.

"By the way, Mercer, I'm about to leave. How about you give me ten drops of water essence on credit?"

Shanks looked at Moses with a grin: "Don't worry, I'll give you my Vivre Card, I promise I won't be a deadbeat."

A slight smile curved the corners of Moses's lips:
"Didn't I tell you? I have Uta's Vivre Card here. If you're so capable, why don't you just throw her away?"

Shanks's lips twitched violently. Damn it, his base had been raided.

Mercer pursed his lips, took out two bundles of Vivre Card materials from the "small world," and looked at them: "Give me your fingernails."

The two walked over helplessly and, through the life return process, each took a piece of their fingernail. Soon, two life cards were produced, and Mercer took one and wrote his name on it.

He then took out his own life card and handed it to the two of them, saying, "Alright, this thing is more effective than any kind of guarantee."

Fold the Life Card and keep it safe.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled.

Moses took out two blobs of water and tossed them to the two men. Shanks' expression turned serious:
"Thanks, this is very important to us."

Mihawk nodded and smiled:
"I'll accept the things."

The three of them arrived at the shore.

A banquet has been prepared here.

Just then, Crocodile walked over, a cigar dangling from his lips, and chuckled as he said:
"It's been so long, I've learned everything I needed to, it's time for me to go. Hmm, I have a question for you, have you considered selling water crystals?"

Messer raised an eyebrow. Crocodile knew about the existence of the Water Sprites because he had revealed it himself, and had used a D+ quality Water Sprite as bait.

Crocodile smiled and said:
"I have a collaboration proposal, I wonder if you'd be interested."

(End of this chapter)