Chapter 6 - Ch-6

Amidst the vast expanse of the sea, where the wind kissed the waves, a deafening roar shattered the tranquility. It echoed far and wide, resonating with the boundless power coursing through the being known as Ren. Towering over three meters tall and adorned in thick, majestic scales, the fiery unicorn traversed the sky with unparalleled grace. It moved with the swiftness of a scarlet bolt of lightning, cleaving through the endless azure sea with astonishing speed.

Ren, now transformed into the form of a unicorn, glanced at the minuscule record pointer hanging around his neck. It was a beacon guiding him to his destination—a beacon he had been following relentlessly for two days. He had embarked on this journey with a clear purpose, and he was closing in on his goal.

Two days earlier, he had made a life-altering decision on Long Chain Island—a decision that had propelled him away from the Straw Hat Pirates. Following the guidance of the permanent pointer, he was now en route to Crown Island, a place he had previously visited. His journey was deliberate, marked by pauses on several islands along the way to indulge in food, drink, and rest. Ren possessed an extraordinary stamina that rendered him impervious to exhaustion. He could traverse long distances without a hint of weariness.

His measured pace wasn't rooted in conserving his newfound energy; rather, it was driven by a deep desire to savor the anticipation of what lay ahead. Ren's thoughts were consumed by the immense power concealed within a pair of golden horns on Crown Island. These horns, originating from the deceased Kirin Lion, were said to hold a unique and enigmatic energy—an energy that had become the stuff of legend.

Legend had it that those who consumed these horns would be bestowed with incredible power. The new monarch of Crown Island, adorned with these horns, was tasked with safeguarding the island's rare and vulnerable beasts from the avaricious clutches of humanity. However, beneath this veneer of benevolence lurked a dark and perilous truth: the consumption of these golden horns risked transforming the imbiber into monstrousasts, their power uncontrollable.

Initially, the Straw Hat Pirates had ventured to claim these horns as their own. Yet, in the end, they had chosen to honor the wishes of the island's native beasts and left the golden horns untouched. Ren's perspective on the matter was clear: he possessed the Zoan · Ox-Niu Fruit · Phantom Beast Species · Qilin Form. If he dared to ingest those golden horns, could it result in a perfect fusion of their power with his own?

His intentions were far from sinister. Ren's decision not to harm the rare beasts of Crown Island had been influenced by his loyalty to Chopper, a fellow Straw Hat Pirate. However, now that he had parted ways with the crew, Ren had set aside any lingering reservations.

As he journeyed onward, Ren envisioned the astounding possibilities that could unfold. If he were to consume the golden horns, they would meld seamlessly with his formidable Zoan abilities, creating a harmonious fusion. He saw himself transforming into a powerful being, a mythical species that surpassed the Kirin Lion in strength and majesty.

It was a daring and audacious plan, one that Ren approached with unwavering determination. The hunger for power, the thirst for strength beyond measure, consumed him. He understood that as the world teetered on the precipice of transformation, complacency was not an option. Time was his most precious ally, and he was determined to seize every opportunity to fortify his resolve and abilities.

Ren's ambition was crystal clear—to ascend to the throne of the beasts, to claim the mantle of the new king of the land, sea, and sky. It was a goal that transcended mere aspiration; it was a blazing desire that consumed his every thought.

As the winds continued to howl and the waves danced below, Ren pressed onward, resolute in his pursuit of the limitless potential harbored within the golden horns. He was forging a destiny befitting a ruler of beasts—a destiny that would echo through the annals of history.