Guysha?
Once she and Morgana cross paths here, won't there be a skirmish, will there be a potential clash between these two sisters transcends the typical squabbles of pulling clothes or hair. If it escalates, Ron lamented, the fallout might extend beyond the tavern—perhaps the entire One Piece world could bear witness to their destructive power!
Ron's mental grievances persisted, and in the midst of his thoughts, the system's beeps persisted.
[Customer Morgana: Fourth Generation divine body, wormhole computing ability... Host can choose one of the abilities.]
[Customer Drago: Demonic Qi of Water, Demonic Qi of Earth... Host can choose one of the abilities.]
Without hesitation, Ron declared, "Select the Fourth Generation divine body." Despite having achieved an immensely formidable physical strength after merging the dragon physique and the Nine Tails Sky Fox bloodline, the Fourth Generation Divine Body seemed the most advantageous among Morgana's abilities. Moreover, this divine body had the unique capability to fuse atoms, allowing for rapid recovery even if severed.
In addition to the Fourth Generation divine body, Ron opted for Drago's Water Magic, Shendu Dragon Talisman, and Doflamingo's Conqueror's Haki.
[Ding, the Fourth Generation divine body has been successfully copied, optimization of missing abilities is complete, and the fusion has commenced!]
[Ding, the demonic energy of water has been successfully copied, compensating for the lack of ability; fusion is underway!]
As the announcement echoed, Ron's entire being experienced a sudden jolt.
Bang...
Two distinct and formidable forces surged within him, intertwining with every bone, cell, flesh, and drop of blood. Life seemed to undergo a profound transformation, as if the genetic sequence itself had been rearranged.
The process extended for a full five minutes.
Gradually, the two forces softened, resembling water flowing seamlessly through Ron's body.
"Phew..."
Ron released a long breath, feeling an unprecedented sense of relief coursing through his entire being.
Having assimilated the Fourth Generation divine body, every aspect of Ron's physique underwent explosive growth. With just his physical prowess, he felt confident that a single punch could be enough to radiate considerable Talisman.
"Hmm, what are you up to?" A pair of cool, white hands waved in front of Ron.
"Nothing much," Ron replied, snapping out of his momentary trance. He couldn't resist jesting, "Didn't you just mention wanting to discuss the ultimate fear conjecture with Guysha? Perhaps she'll drop by the tavern today or tomorrow."
Morgana was momentarily taken aback, then appeared somewhat stressed. Rising from her chair, she leaned forward, seizing Ron's collar. "How did you know Guysha's coming? Has she been here before?"
"No, if that Bichi had been here, I'd smell her presence!" Despite being biological sisters, Morgana and Guysha shared a turbulent relationship, much like Shendu and his son, constantly at odds and ready to kill each other. In past conflicts, Morgana had narrowly escaped death at Guysha's hands more than once, and her fear was genuine. Guysha's silver wings were especially formidable, capable of effortlessly cleaving through the Fourth Generation divine body.
Observing Morgana's reaction, Doflamingo quickly asserted his loyalty. "Fufufufufu... Queen, I believe I can handle the 'bitchi' you're talking about."
Having acquired two new abilities, Doflamingo's confidence swelled to the extreme, signifying Kaido's absence. Otherwise, a colossal clash would be inevitable.
"You?" Morgana eyed him with disdain. "It's wiser to safeguard your life and follow my instructions. Don't just talk about Guysha—even her underlings could shred you into pieces."
Doflamingo's expression shifted to one of extreme embarrassment in response to Morgana's cutting words.
The sensation mirrored that of Rayleigh's earlier. Initially feeling invincible, reality delivered a harsh blow. Rising resentfully, Doflamingo declared, "Queen, boss, I'm heading out."
Morgana casually waved her hand, remarking, "The next time I see you, I want you to have successfully spread the ideas of depravity and freedom to the entire world."
"Good, Queen!" Doflamingo nodded and exited the tavern, adopting a figure-eight stride. However, this departure felt different; his back seemed to stoop, as if yelling "Queen" had relinquished the last vestiges of dignity within him.
For the overthrow of the World Government and the eradication of those arrogant slaughterers!
"You still haven't answered my question!" Morgana tugged at Ron's collar, and with the fluctuations of her body, the whiteness shook violently.
Ron, unfazed, avoided eye contact and instantly entered sage mode.
So whimsical...
Being attractive doesn't grant you free rein, does it?
Ron recognized that life's inevitable tests had presented themselves once again. Last time, with Gion, he faltered. But this time, even in the face of death, Ron was resolute.
He addressed her with a serious expression, "I intentionally avoided answering that question. My reminder was meant to prevent the two of you from engaging in a brawl inside the tavern. If the tavern is destroyed, I'll undoubtedly tie you both up and give you a good beating!"
Morgana arched a slender eyebrow, "Saying that, I'm actually looking forward to it."
"When the time comes, you can take pleasure in thrashing that woman for me!"
Ron's expression darkened. What a twisted perspective... simultaneously, the vivid image flashed in his mind.
Rip... it's truly a delightful fragrance.
What the heck...
Are you intent on annihilating my Dao Heart?
At that moment...
Morgana released her grip on Ron's collar, settled back into the chair, and playfully raised the corners of her mouth. "How does it look?"
"If I say it doesn't look good, will you hit me?" Ron replied awkwardly.
"I'll string you up and give you a good beating!" Morgana retorted, producing a steel whip from her arsenal and cracking it in the air.
Snap!
Ron sat upright and reluctantly admitted, "It looks good."
"Oh, forget it. I won't tease you anymore. I'm leaving, hoping to encounter that woman when I return another day." Morgana smiled, stood up, and headed towards the exit.
"Wait, you haven't paid," Ron said helplessly.
"Hmm?" Morgana paused, then strolled to the bar, leaned over, and planted a kiss on Ron's cheek.
Smack...
"That's the payment for the drink. I'm at a loss here. Next time, I'll treat you," Morgana teased, lightly bumping into him before turning and leaving the tavern.
Bathed in sunlight, the woman known as the Demon Queen to the outside world exuded not a hint of evil but rather a beauty that radiated divinity.
Perhaps, for a civilization, freedom of thought couldn't be labeled as degeneration. The solidification of order marked the onset of decline.
Back in the tavern, Ron touched his face in a daze, detecting the lingering scent in the air. Rayleigh, who had been quietly observing and enjoying his melons and dramas.