One Piece: My Monster Girls Have Become Beasts?

Chapter 240 The "God Thief" on the Altar, the Fate of the Paw-Paw Fruit!

"Hahaha! Sengoku, your hypocritical Buddhist doctrines won't save these fat pigs!"

"Lion Valley!"

Shiki laughed wildly, his eyes bloodshot with excitement. He flipped in the air, his famous sword "Sakura Ju" in hand.

In an instant, thousands of golden crosses were slashed out from the "withered tree".

These slashes intertwined in the air, forming a huge golden net of blades. Each slash wave carried the domineering power to tear through the clouds, colliding with the golden Buddha hand seal in mid-air and producing a series of blinding white lights.

In this level of chaotic battle, Charlotte Linlin revealed her most bizarre and bloody side, not only using brute force but also manipulating souls.

"Napoleon, cut their souls to pieces! Prometheus, burn away the hypocrisy of this holy land!"

The giant sword in Lingling's hand transformed into a flaming demonic blade tens of meters long. It was the "Emperor's Sword" that had been fused with a soul fireball. She slashed horizontally, and the towering purple flames formed a circle of death, instantly engulfing the terrified CP0 high-ranking agents who were fleeing in terror.

Those so-called strongest Six Style experts were as fragile as paper figures in the face of the Soul Flame. Their souls were forcibly extracted amidst their wails, turning into the purest energy to replenish Lingling.

Lingling's massive, mountain-like body danced wildly in the flames, leaving a lava-like footprint on the ground with each step. The visual impact made the chaotic battle seem even more frenzied.

What made Garin Saint feel the most desperate was always Brian, who was always by his side.

Brian's figure moved with an almost frightening elegance amidst the chaotic aftershocks. The blade in his hand didn't trace arcs, but rather black rifts that severed space itself.

"Saint Garin, the glory of Figarando ends here."

Brian murmured softly, and his voice miraculously rang clearly in Garin Saint's ears amidst the deafening explosion. Unlike other powerful figures, he did not use divine weapons, but instead slowly raised his right fist.

In that instant, Garin felt as if the space in front of him was being forcibly compressed by an invisible giant hand. The originally violent airflow strangely stopped at Brian's fist, which was wrapped with dark red lightning and enveloped in a dark and domineering abyss-like right arm.

Just as Garin Saint unleashed "Crimson Lotus: Pure Land of Bliss" to protect himself, countless dark red sword pressures transformed into a blooming blood-red lotus, layer upon layer enveloping him at its core. He believed this move was enough to withstand a full-force attack from an admiral, but the instant Brian threw his punch, his proud sword array was like butter being sliced ​​open by a hot knife, unable to even provide a half-second of delay.

"Thunder Dragon - Shatter!"

Brian's fist shot forward in a plain, unremarkable manner, devoid of any fancy feints, displaying only extreme violence. The moment his fist touched the crimson lotus, the rings of sword energy, powerful enough to cleave mountains, were violently shattered into particles. "Immediately afterwards, a shockwave carrying the roar of a dragon and the thunder of lightning, following the path of spatial teleportation, ignored all physical defenses and slammed heavily into Garin's chest."

"puff--!"

Garin was like a cannonball being fired; his breastplate instantly turned to dust under the erosion of that violent magic.

He could clearly hear the sound of his bones shattering. The power, a mixture of various monster girl attributes, was raging wildly within him, not only destroying his physical body but also eroding his domineering will.

The sheer exhilaration from the combination of pure physical strength and magical power was enough to send shivers down the spines of the surrounding pirates. Even Garp, known as "Iron Fist," couldn't help but glance at it as he felt the aftershocks of the punch. This punch lacked the elegance of a swordsman; it was nothing but the most primal, wild, and irrational destruction.

Garin was sent flying by the punch, crashing heavily into the ruins deep within the altar, instantly turning the members of the Divine Knights who were still trying to move the fruit boxes into a bloody mist.

At this moment, the central altar of God Valley had become a true arena for the gods. Whitebeard's shockwave, Garp's iron fist, Sengoku's Buddha light, Shiki's golden slash, Linlin's soul flames, and Brian's dimensional black light that cut through everything—seven energies frantically clashed, colliding, and devouring each other in this narrow space.

The air in the center of the battlefield was so thick it was like liquid, a result of the seven top-tier domineering auras squeezing against each other. Just as the aftershock of Brian's punch, powerful enough to tear the sky apart, swept across the altar, the entire white jade base emitted a heartbreaking cracking sound.

The wooden boxes containing several Devil Fruits, which were originally considered forbidden by the Celestial Dragons, fiercely protected by the Navy, and coveted by pirates, were completely detached from their original grooves during the violent tremors.

Amidst the flying debris and blood mist, two purplish-red wooden boxes, their surfaces swirling with eerie energy fluctuations, traced a clumsy and rapid arc before crashing heavily and precisely into a shadowy spot at the edge of the altar with a loud thud.

No one noticed that in the shadowy crack beneath the altar, two disheveled figures were huddled together, one of them covered in wounds.

Young Bartholomew Kuma's broad back was covered with crisscrossing, blood-oozing whip marks—the "medals of God" etched onto his body by the Celestial Dragons with long whips and branding irons.

He was originally just the most lowly prey in this Valley of Gods, dust beneath the feet of these powerful figures, but now, those two wooden boxes, enough to drive the world mad, lie quietly before his knees.

The wooden box lid flew off the moment it hit the ground, revealing the two Devil Fruits inside, each powerful enough to reshape the world order.

One is a Paramecia-type Paw-Paw Fruit, entirely purple with strange spiral patterns resembling paw pads on its surface; the other is a Fish-Fish Fruit, Mythical Zoan type, Azure Dragon form, radiating a rich life force and seemingly containing the roar of an ancient dragon.

"Big Bear! Quick! This is what they stole. We need to eat it to survive!"

Ivakov's trembling yet resolute voice rang in the bear's ear. This future revolutionary cadre, though young, already displayed the ruthless spirit to fight for a chance of survival in dire straits.

His large eyes were fixed on the two fruits. His pupils contracted violently due to extreme fear and excitement, and his body trembled slightly. He knew very well that on this night when even "gods" were devouring each other, the only way for the weak to survive was to steal the power of the gods.

Big Bear looked at the Paw Fruit and could feel a destiny-like call from within.

It was a yearning from the depths of his soul—a desire to push away suffering and repel injustice. Without the slightest hesitation, his hands, which had never been stained with blood but were covered with heavy calluses, trembled as he grabbed the fruit and took a big bite.

"vomit--!"

The nauseating smell, like rotting seaweed mixed with excrement, instantly assaulted his brain. But along with this extremely nauseating taste, an unprecedented surge of heat, as if capable of repelling all the suffering in the world, exploded down his throat and into his entire body.

At the same time, Ivakov, who was standing next to him, also lunged at the Azure Dragon Fruit. However, the moment his fingertips touched the Azure Dragon Fruit, a strange change occurred.

"Bastards! How dare two lowly slaves lay a finger on the offerings of God!"

Garin, who had been knocked away by Brian's punch and was coughing up blood as he got up, happened to witness this scene. He was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot, and his face, which was already distorted by the crushing defeat, became ferocious and ghostly. As the embodiment of the dignity of the Figarando family, this scene was more painful than killing him.

To him, being robbed by pirates was war, while being stolen by slaves was a complete trampling of his faith. The "Griffin" longsword, carrying a final, tragic crimson sword aura, aimed straight for the Great Bear's throat.

"Oh my god! My base was raided?! You two brats, you better leave your lives behind!"

Charlotte Linlin reacted as well, her body, like a mobile fortress, roaring as she charged towards the edge of the altar, Prometheus's flames sizzling in the air. Shiki the Golden Lion, enraged, laughed coldly; he couldn't bear the thought of what he had fought so hard to seize ending up in the bellies of two brats.

"Die!" Shiki's famous sword was already locked onto the bear's head.

In that instant, the bear and Ivakov faced three forces capable of destroying the island.

However, the bear's eyes changed completely the moment it ate the fruit.

Those once dull and gentle eyes were now filled with a resolute determination that could repel even a god. He looked at the barrage of slashes, lightning, and fire falling from the sky, and slowly raised his large hands. In the palms, two translucent pads, like bear paws, were radiating a holy, soft light.

"Since this world only brings us pain, let's just throw it all away."

In the deep voice of the Great Bear, just tenth of a second before Garin's sword energy touched his skin, the Great Bear slammed his hands into the void in front of him.

"Paw-Paw Fruit - Pressure Release - Great Rebound!"

An indescribable shockwave exploded around the bear; it was not an explosion, but an absolute physical repulsion.

Beneath that semi-transparent wave, Garin's nearly collapsed sword energy, Shiki's cleaving wave powerful enough to slice through mountains, Linlin's suffocating soul pressure, and even the terrifying aftershocks from the clash between Whitebeard and Garp not far away, were all instantly blasted away in all directions by this domineering power.

Those powerful rulers standing at the pinnacle of power felt an irresistible force pushing them forward in the face of a slave's abilities.

However, this was the first time Kuma had gained his power, and his body was already at its limit. In the instant he flung everyone away, the Azure Dragon Fruit that had fallen to the ground was swept back into the air by Lingling's hurricane-like inhalation and the ensuing airflow.

"The fruit is mine!" Lingling stretched out her giant hand.

"Dream on!" Shiki and Garin activated their powers simultaneously, and the three forces collided in mid-air once again, causing the Azure Dragon Fruit to be thrown back into the chaos at the center of the altar by the enormous force of the impact, instead of being protected by Kuma.

On the other side of the battlefield, Brian stood with his hands behind his back, his dark red eyes piercing through the chaotic energy, calmly observing everything happening on the altar.

Brian had a very high opinion of Bartholomew Bear.

This man possesses the most robust physical resilience of the ocean, as well as a gentle heart that can almost communicate with the gods. Moreover, the Paw-Paw Fruit is an almost unsolvable bug among Paramecia-type fruits—it can transfer space, extract fatigue, and even materialize ethereal memories.

"The Paw-Paw Fruit, ah—" Brian sighed inwardly.

If viewed purely from a combat function perspective, the Paw-Paw Fruit is indeed a perfect support, but soon, the ripple in his eyes disappeared, replaced by absolute rationality.

For him, no matter how powerful a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit is, it is ultimately just the pinnacle of "technique".

His foundation on this vast ocean, the true cornerstone of his power, lies in the Zoan-type creatures that can transform into monster girls, especially the top-tier Mythical Zoan species. Only these powerful beings, possessing their own will to live and capable of forming a soul contract with him, are the source of his confidence to conquer the world.

Since the Paw-Paw Fruit cannot transform into a Monster Girl, its priority will always be ranked after Mythical Zoan types.

Moreover, Brian was well aware that he couldn't possibly gain all the benefits in today's competition, as six top-tier fighters were all watching him.

"Walk!"

Just as the Great Bear used "Great Bombardment" to clear the vacuum zone, a powerful hand suddenly emerged from the void around the Great Bear and Ivakov. It was a figure that had been lurking in the shadows and hurricanes for a long time—the young Dragon.

At this time, Long was still very young, and hadn't even had the red square tattoo on his face yet. His aura was restrained and profound, like an undercurrent swirling in an abyss. Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the bear, he precisely grabbed the shoulders of both the bear and Ivakov.

The dragon knew very well that there were too many monsters here, and even if it possessed a heaven-defying fruit, it would surely die if it stayed.

The moment he was captured, the bear also displayed amazing combat instincts. He gave up chasing the Azure Dragon Fruit that had fallen into the chaos of battle and instead slammed his palms heavily into the void in the opposite direction.

"Bang—!"

With a heavy thud, the three figures transformed into several white afterimages that nearly disappeared due to their excessive speed. They crashed into the remaining dome of the castle in a parabolic trajectory that completely disregarded gravity and inertia, and disappeared into the dark thunderclouds as they bid farewell to this world.

In the sky above the center of the altar, Brian's deep eyes coldly watched the three fleeing people. He did not stop them; he simply stared at the dragon for a while before slowly looking away.

Monkey D. Dragon, this man possesses a kind of "power" that even he feels a little pressured by, a seed that wants to overthrow the world and overthrow divine authority.

"Dragon, are you still just a shadow searching for direction?" Brian murmured softly.

He did not intervene because he could sense that although the dragon was not yet at its peak, a fight to the death would inevitably disrupt his plan to seize the Azure Dragon Fruit.

Yes, the Fish-Fish Fruit, Mythical Zoan type, Azure Dragon form, which was entirely green and seemed to roar with the soul of a dragon, was not taken away. In the chaos of Big Mom, Shiki, and Korin's battle, it was like a gift of fate, drawing a perfect arc and falling towards Brian.