I guarded Impel Down for a hundred years in the pirate world.

Several men walked by carrying hoes.

They had probably just finished tending the fields, their bodies soaked with sweat, but their faces showed no signs of fatigue, and they wore simple, honest smiles.

One of them suddenly noticed two people squatting by the roadside in the distance: a young man in white and a slightly overweight, somewhat disheveled old man. They looked at each other and greeted each other, "Are you two Lord Ares's subordinates?"

"I suppose so," Figo replied.

"I suppose so?" The group was a little puzzled, but they didn't think much of it. One of them said, "Please tell Lord Ares that the rice is growing well this year, but it seems to be a little worse than it was four years ago. When will Lord Ares have time to adjust the number of rice bacteria?"

"understood."

"Thank you."

The men's smiles deepened as they hummed an unknown song and headed towards the distant village.

"What a peaceful and serene rural life!" Figo exclaimed.

Audak watched the men's retreating figures, but felt no emotion whatsoever.

They were all barefoot, but an unknown layer of skin growing under their feet protected them from being hurt by sharp stones. The seven toes on each foot, arranged in a fan shape, gave them great stability, preventing them from losing their balance because their arms, which could touch the ground when they stood up, could reach the ground.

Their prominent nostrils and eyes that, when combined, are almost as wide as their foreheads, give them an enhanced sense of smell and a wider field of vision.

It just looks strange when they're put together.

Special race?

No, they are all human.

Humans just like myself!

It's a disease! They all suffer from special diseases caused by the Ares Fruit's power. If they were in the outside world, they would be called deformed or monsters!

But it's different on Pistols.

Because the entire planet is full of people like that!

As Ares's base, everyone on Planet Pistus has been given a special disease by Ares. However, these diseases will not only not take their lives, but will also bring some convenience to their daily lives and work, so that the Plague Pirates can better farm, raise livestock, conduct scientific research, and so on, and together embark on the road to prosperity.

The price is distortion and deformity.

"They don't see themselves as deformed."

"Odak said hoarsely."

The two had traveled a long way, and whether in towns or the countryside, the people with physical deformities lived peacefully and harmoniously, just as Figo had said.

Ares was not only not a perpetrator in their eyes, but also the ruler who brought them a happy life. Everyone lived in peace and contentment. In some ways, it was even more peaceful than Qinghai!

“Of course. Judging from their age, they’ve been like this since they were little, and everyone around them is like this. Their aesthetic sense and outlook on life have changed as they’ve learned things. It’s only when they look at us that they find us strange,” Figo said. “If we went to tell them that they are deformed, that they should rebel, and that they shouldn’t work for Ares, guess what their reaction would be?”

Odak remained silent.

Is Ares like that too? Have I been imposing my own beliefs on him?

“Someone asked me why Qinghai doesn’t just let all the ‘adventurers’ join the navy, or at most set up some kind of ‘exploration department’ so they can have something to rely on. I said, ‘An adventurer is an adventurer.’ It wouldn’t feel right even if they were just given the name of the navy,” Figo added.

Just like when he first met Roger Raely, he didn't force the two to join the navy, but let them go on an adventure at sea.

Twisted melons are not sweet.

The melon was also unhappy.

Odak sighed softly, "Am I really only suited to doing research alone?"

Wives are so much better! The outside world is just too complicated. There's also Eisenworld, the Celestial Dragons, and Beelzebub. Old otaku like me just can't figure it out.

"If I can save you this time and let you settle things with Ares, then go to Qinghai. I'll give you the position of second-in-command scientist."

Only second place? Odak glanced at Figo and tacitly agreed, realizing without realizing that Figo was no less than Ares.

He paused for a moment, then said sadly, "But... Ares was wrong to do that. I want him to return to a normal life; it's really for his own good."

"We didn't say he was right, nor did we say you were wrong. In the eyes of the people on Planet Pistols, Ares is right, but in our eyes, he is wrong."

He turned an entire planet's inhabitants into deformed monsters, a sin utterly heinous. The world isn't black and white, but in each individual's eyes, it is. "Figo said.

“Deliberately examining right and wrong is too exhausting, so let’s keep it simple and straightforward, follow our first instincts, and be a little willful.” Figo suddenly reached out and grabbed one of Audak’s wrists that was reaching for him from behind: “Let him be free from living in error!”

call--

A sudden gust of wind swept through, sending Odak tumbling out. Figo, crouching on the ground, turned and met Ares's gaze as Ares floated low in the air. His long, light blue hair and white robes fluttered in the wind!

"You're back? Where's the Eighth Divine General?"

“He escaped. If he kills you and Grandpa Odak, I’ll go settle accounts with the Celestial Dragons.” Ares smiled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, while you were away, I blew up your house and your crew."

With a snap, Ares's slender wrist was crushed by Figo, and the white bone was exposed!

Ares' smile took on a hint of madness as he whispered, "It's alright, King of Qinghai, you and Qinghai will be buried with them."

woo-

Countless bacteria, invisible to the naked eye, surged from Ares's body into Figo's body!

Besides the paralyzing bacteria that resemble cockroaches in a microscopic state, there is also a blinding bacteria that is a combination of a stick and a ball!

As if burned by fire, Figo's eyes stung unbearably for a moment. Two lines of tears flowed as he lost his vision, and his body felt slightly numb and weak. Figo fell to his side.

With a deafening roar, a deep, abyss-like crack began to spread outwards from beneath Figo. Ares reached for Figo's neck with his other hand, intending to push him into the abyss, but before he could, Figo raised his knee high, causing Ares's body to tumble first, and then Figo headbutted him!

BOOM!

Amidst the sound of a gas explosion, a mushroom cloud rose.

Ares's frail body transformed into a spinning top, tumbling and swirling at supersonic speed as it ascended into the air, instantly breaking through the faintly visible green bacterial membrane above!

Figo followed closely behind, and the diseases caused by those bacteria were cured and restored in an instant by his powerful physique!

Soon, the sound of clashing engines exploded in the sky again.

Odak pushed up his glasses, which were already shattered, and looked up at the sky. This was actually a good opportunity to escape, but he didn't want to run anymore.

If Ares wins, then I should die.

If Ares loses, then... he'll send this child... on his final journey...

Chapter 220 The Source of the Plague

'Rotten bacteria!'

'Ulcer bacteria!'

Bacteria in the form of honeycomb briquettes and streptococci swarmed over Figo's body. Ares's Fungus Fruit is most powerful because it is difficult to defend against; even the strongest Observation Haki cannot see the bacteria, only sense their attacks.

Furthermore, the bacteria constructed using Ares's abilities are extremely difficult to eliminate, and can survive even at temperatures of thousands of degrees and in a vacuum environment.

Creating bacteria doesn't consume much of his energy; when he attacks, it's overwhelming, difficult to resist, and hard to defend against.

Once the two enhanced bacteria enter the opponent's body, they can easily penetrate the opponent's immune system, causing the opponent to suffer from a fatal disease!

If it were an ordinary person, they would only end up screaming and turning into a pile of white bones. Even the Eighth Divine General was injured by his attack, and his body emitted a foul stench of decay.

But Figo, suspended in mid-air, was completely unharmed, utterly ignoring the bacteria. His powerful physique granted him self-healing abilities, rendering even Ares's bacteria impervious to his attacks. With a single kick, he sent Ares flying a thousand meters!

With his blue hair billowing behind him, Ares stuck out his tongue, licked the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, and lunged at Figo again.

Front, back, left, right, accompanied by various bacteria, Ares' hands turned into claws, plucking through Figo's eyes, heart, groin and other vital parts. Attacks that could tear an ordinary king apart were easily parried and defended by Figo, stirring up vast shocks that tore the sky apart.

Then, time and time again, he sent Ares flying!

If Odak were to surface and observe, he would be astonished, for the battle did not resemble the King of the Blue Sea challenging one of the Four Emperors of the Space Pirates; rather, it seemed as if an adult was toying with a child.

Figo stood in the air like a pillar supporting the sky. No matter how Ares attacked, he remained unmoved and unharmed. On the contrary, his punches and kicks could injure Ares!

Despite colliding a hundred times in a minute, Figo's robes remained undamaged, while the blue-haired boy's clothes were torn to shreds, and his frail body was bruised in many places, as if he had suffered a brutal and inhuman ordeal, showing none of the grandeur befitting a Yonko (Emperor of the Universe) pirate.

After another collision and separation, Ares, who was thrown back, spat out a mouthful of blood. His bruised eye sockets gradually recovered, and his eyes became pure and crazed. Finally, he stopped his futile lunge at Figo.

“Just like that bald woman, Karin, you have a strong body.” He grinned and said, “You remind me of when I was 11 years old.”

That time, my opponent was a tall, strong guy. My punches barely scratched him, but one punch from him could knock out my teeth. Only one of us could survive, and in the end, I was the one who survived. Guess… how I beat him?

"Crotch grab?" Figo asked.

“It’s a plea for mercy,” Ares laughed.

"We were roommates in the same dormitory. When we were 9 years old, we survived a large-scale battle together. I saved him, and he saved me."

So when I begged for mercy, he softened and wanted the guys in charge of the experiment to find a different opponent. I seized the opportunity and ambushed him.

Figo remained silent.

Ares raised his right hand, extending two fingers, and said, "It was these two fingers that gouged out his right eye and threw it into my mouth. Why did I eat it? To this day, I still don't know the reason."

Maybe it was to make up my mind, or maybe it was to scare him? Hahahaha... Losing an eye is indeed very painful, but it doesn't actually make you unable to fight back. He still has a chance, he still has a chance to kill me.

But he didn't fight back. He just covered his eyes and screamed in agony as I straddled him and punched him again and again until he was beaten to death! He only screamed in agony, without struggling, not even once!

Was he...scared by me? He must have been scared by me, right?!

His voice grew lower and lower, and a power spread around Ares. Where he stood, light seemed unable to survive, turning into complete darkness.

Figo said, "You can't gouge out my eyes, and I won't hold back if you beg for mercy."

Ares's smile widened even more.

"Game time is over."

Before he even opened his mouth, the eerie words echoed in the air, the sound waves rising and falling.

He spread his arms out, and countless different kinds of bacteria, like birds returning to their nests, rushed into his body!

With a "poof," Ares's delicate face suddenly exploded, and green, downy tentacles emerged from within.

Then his body exploded one after another, splintering out the same soft hairs.

Droplets of pus dripped from his body, passing through the green mist and falling to the ground. In an instant, the area within several miles where the pus dripped became barren, devoid of any life!

Amidst the crackling and popping sounds, Ares, who was 1.6 meters tall, gradually transformed into a spherical monster with a diameter of five or six meters, looking terrifying.

It looks like it's made up of countless magnified bacteria, with shapes like cockroaches, honeycomb briquettes, chain balls, sticks, ants... all sorts of bacteria piled up in a completely random way, enough to kill anyone with trypophobia.

Around the sphere, fine, fluffy hairs barely managed to form the shape of Ares's face, and his smile became even more terrifying and eerie.

"The source of the plague!"