One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

The devastating aftershocks of the bomb collar gradually dissipated under the magnificent sunset over the Sabaody Archipelago.

The strong smell of gunpowder mixed with the nauseating stench of blood instantly overwhelmed the sweet fragrance that had filled the air.

The slave who tried to escape in pursuit of freedom.

At this moment, it had become a mangled corpse, lying silently in a cold pool of blood.

Fresh blood meandered along the smooth stone path.

The reflection shows the still beautiful, colorful soap bubbles in the air.

However, the well-dressed passersby and civilians around them, after the initial shock...

They showed not a shred of sadness or sympathy for the innocent lives lost.

Instead, they covered their mouths and noses in disgust and uttered indifferent complaints.

"What a disappointment, it had to explode in a place like this."

"Yeah, the blood splattered on the clean streets has ruined my shopping mood."

Soon, several cleaning staff dressed in full black protective suits emerged from the dark alleyway in the corner.

Without even glancing at it, they deftly produced a black body bag.

Like dragging a dead dog, they roughly stuffed the mangled corpse inside, leaving a long, dark red trail of blood on the ground, as if they were just cleaning up a trivial piece of street trash.

Witnessing this human tragedy, Nami covered her mouth tightly, her face ashen white.

Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and her stomach churned, almost making her gag.

Robin, standing to the side, clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into the flesh of his palms.

This disregard for life deeply touched the deepest pain buried in her twenty years of dark escape.

On this sick sea, the lives of the weak are sometimes cheaper than weeds.

Victor maintained his protective posture, holding the two ladies tightly in his arms.

His deep eyes were fixed silently on the shocking pool of blood on the ground.

Victor's voice was cold and flat: "A pig who calls himself a god..."

It was in this oppressive, suffocating atmosphere of deathly silence.

Nami's Den Den Mushi, which she always carried with her, suddenly emitted an unusually sharp "Pururu" sound.

The tiny Den Den Mushi mimicked a wailing expression, its eyes brimming with tears.

Nami's trembling hand pressed the answer button, and immediately Chopper's heart-wrenching cries came from the other end of the line:

"Waaaaah... Nami! Something terrible has happened!"

"Something terrible has happened!"

"Kemi...Kemi was suddenly kidnapped by a group of masked men at the amusement park!!"

"Xiao Ba said those people are human traffickers who specialize in capturing mermaids."

"Kemi will definitely be sent to the auction house and sold into slavery!!"

Hearing the word "slave," and then looking down at the pool of still-wet blood of slaves on the street in front of him...

Nami's eyes instantly reddened.

She, who was always greedy for money, was now clenching her white teeth tightly, her eyes flashing with unprecedented anger and anxiety.

"Absolutely not!! How could they...?"

Nami shouted loudly into the Den Den Mushi.

"Where's Luffy?! Everyone, go find him! We absolutely can't let Camie suffer something so terrible!"

A large, broad hand reached out, and Viktor calmly took the Den Den Mushi from Nami's hand.

"Chopper, calm down."

Victor's voice instantly calmed the panicked little reindeer on the other end of the phone:

"Tell Luffy not to wander aimlessly around the amusement park like a headless fly."

"Wait for my confirmation."

After hanging up the phone, Victor slowly turned his head.

His cold gaze pierced through the gradually dispersing, indifferent crowd, locking onto several furtive figures in a dark alley across the street.

Although the specific identities of these guys are unknown.

But judging from their shifty eyes, their looking around and secretly observing the Straw Hat crew, it's clear that...

Most of them were local thugs on the island who provided information to human traffickers.

There were no hand seals performed.

Viktor's face remained cold, but a thought suddenly occurred to him.

Under the pull of the setting sun.

The dark shadow beneath his feet instantly seemed like a black venomous snake that had caught the scent of blood. It slid across the cold stone floor, becoming an elusive afterimage, and darted away in an instant!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The chilling sounds of flesh being pierced echoed repeatedly in the dimly lit alley.

The moment the black shadow touched its prey, it defied all logic and stood up, transforming into several incredibly sharp, materialized black spears!

These spears, made of pure shadow, burst forth violently from the shadows of the ground.

With overwhelming force, they pierced directly through the thighs and shoulders of those informants!

"Aaaaaahh ...

An exceptionally piercing scream shattered the darkness of the alley.

Before the thugs could react, they were pinned to the mottled red brick wall deep in the alley by these shadow spears.

Their feet were dangling in the air, and blood flowed down the wall, staining the moss on the ground red.

Victor released his arms from Nami and Robin, took long strides, and slowly walked into the alleyway filled with the smell of blood.

He walked expressionlessly up to the man who was clearly the leader.

Victor reached out with one hand, grabbed his neck tightly, and roughly lifted him up by one arm, suspending him in mid-air.

His once calm, pure black eyes were now churning with an intense killing intent that sent chills down one's spine.

"I'll only ask once."

"Where are the newly captured mermaids sent for trade on this island?"

"Dare to tell a single lie... and I'll let my shadow crawl into your veins and crush your heart bit by bit."

Feeling the extremely malevolent aura emanating from Viktor, as if he had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The petty thug who usually bullied the weak and feared the strong had his psychological defenses completely collapse in an instant.

A warm liquid flowed down his trouser leg, and he was so scared that he wet his pants.

He had no idea where he had offended this monster in human skin.

They could only break down and scream in terror at the thought of death.

"At Mangrove Tree No. 1!! It's a human auction venue!!"

"A mermaid is a top-quality catch that was caught by a 'hound pet'."

"They'll all be sent there first, to be auctioned off at a high price as the grand finale!"

"I already told you! Please, please let me go!!"

Having received the definite intelligence, Viktor's eyes flashed with a chilling light.

He snorted coldly and casually withdrew his control over the shadow.

The shadow spears that pierced through the thugs' bodies vanished instantly, shrinking back to Victor's feet.

Those spies, having lost their support, collapsed onto the dirty ground like puddles of mud.

They clutched their piercing thigh wounds, bleeding profusely, and could only retch and scream on the ground, too exhausted to even run away.

Victor didn't look at them again, took out a Den Den Mushi, and dialed Sanji and all the crew members left on the Sunny.

"Sanji, contact Duval immediately and have the Flying Fish Knights take our people to Red Tree Number One."

"Target - Mangrove Tree No. 1, the human auction venue."

Having made the arrangements, Viktor turned and walked out of the alley.

Back on the street, he looked at Nami, who was standing there with red eyes.

Viktor suppressed the terrifying murderous aura emanating from him, and his eyes regained their depth and gentleness.

He stepped forward, gently extending his large hand, and with his rough fingertips, lightly wiped away the tears that had slipped from Nami's eyes due to her anxiety.

"Don't be afraid," Victor's voice was calm and strong. "No one can harm our friends."

He took Nami and Robin's hands, turned around, and looked towards the direction where the number one mangrove tree was.

"Let's go."