The sea was calm, and the warship sailed steadily through the waves. In the captain's quarters, Smoker lay on his bed, staring at the transparent red screen in front of him.
{Acquired Justice Points: +560}
He didn't hesitate to allocate these points to his physical fitness, raising it to A+ level. Although this was not enough, he was confident that his strength would continue to evolve.
"This world is full of opportunities..." he muttered, his eyes gleaming with deadly excitement.
He knew that the Marine forces in this world were nothing more than tools for a corrupt government, and the justice they preached was just a facade to hide their tyranny. But that didn't matter at the moment - his plan had just begun.
He rose from his bed, grabbed his white coat with the word "Justice" written on it, and left his room. Outside, the soldiers were busy cleaning the ship after their recent battle, but a frightening silence hung over them. None of them could forget the bloody scene their leader left on the island.
His lieutenant, Zephyr, approached him with his usual grim expression.
"Sir, we have received reports of unusual pirate activity near Loguetown. It seems they are planning something big."
"Very well, we will head there immediately," Smoker said, lighting a new cigar between his lips.
"Do you think they are just ordinary pirates?" Zephyr asked cautiously.
Smoker smiled coldly and exhaled a slow puff of smoke.
"If they are mere trash, I will wipe them out... but if there is someone worth fighting, I will enjoy the experience."
---
In Loguetown...
In a dark alley, away from prying eyes, a secret meeting was taking place among a group of notorious pirates.
"So, the Marine forces are closing in... is that dog Smoker the one hunting us?" asked a tall man with a black tattoo stretching from his neck to his chest.
"Yes, he wiped out the Blood Wolves crew two days ago and left no survivors."
One of the pirates shuddered as he remembered the massacre unleashed by Smoker.
"This man is not human... he is a monster. We've never heard of using the Smoke Fruit this way!"
"Silence!" their leader, the blood-stained pirate Vergos, snapped, gripping his sword tightly.
"He may be strong, but he's just another tool of the government! We pirates fear no one! Not even the Celestial Dragons can stop us!"
But before he could finish his speech, heavy footsteps were heard coming from the alley entrance.
Smoke began to seep from the walls, covering the ground and spreading in the air.
"Interesting... it seems there are some rats hiding here."
Smoker emerged from the shadows, his cold gaze piercing them long before his attacks did.
---
Night had fallen on the city of Loguetown, with a light drizzle falling silently, as if preparing the ground for what was about to happen.
In the narrow alley where the pirates gathered, smoke began to spread slowly, creeping into their lungs before they even realized it had arrived.
"What's this?" muttered one of the pirates, trying to wave his hand to clear the thick white fog, but his efforts were in vain.
Vergos, bloodstained leader of the group, stood tall, staring at the shadows forming before them. A tall man, his white sea coat fluttered as smoke swirled around him, holding a lit cigar between his teeth. His sharp eyes reflected a cold anger.
"The Smoker..." whispered one of the pirates, his voice trembling with fear.
Smoker smiled coldly, pulled the cigar from his lips to release a slow puff of smoke.
"I don't need an introduction, do I?"
Before anyone could respond, the smoke moved swiftly!
"The White Prison!"
Suddenly, the swirling fog transformed into thick white chains, wrapping around the pirates one by one, binding them tightly and throwing them to the ground as if caught in an inescapable spider's web.
"Oh my! He's faster than I expected!" Vergos growled, trying to break free, but even with his immense strength, it was futile.
Smoker walked calmly towards them, his cold gaze examining the captive men. 120 pirates in one n...
### Chapter 2: Birth of the Sea Monster
The sea was calm, and the warship sailed steadily through the waves. In the captain's chamber, Smoker lay on his bed, staring at the transparent red screen in front of him.
{Justice Points Earned: +560}
He didn't hesitate to allocate these exercises to his physical fitness, raising his level to A+. Although this wasn't enough, he was confident that his strength would continue to evolve.
"This world is full of opportunities..." he murmured, his eyes gleaming with deadly excitement.
He knew that the Marines in this world were nothing more than tools for a corrupt government, and the justice they preached was just a facade to hide their tyranny. But that didn't matter at the moment - his plan had just begun.
He rose from his bed, grabbed his white coat with the word "Justice" written on it, and left his room. Outside, the soldiers were busy cleaning the ship after their recent battle, but a terrifying silence hung over them. None of them could forget the bloody scene their leader left on the island.
His lieutenant, Zephyr, approached with his usual grim expression.
"Sir, we have received reports of unusual pirate activity near Loguetown. It seems they are planning something big."
Loguetown... the island where the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, was executed.
"Well, we will go there immediately," Smoker said, lighting a new cigar between his lips.
"Do you think they are just ordinary pirates?" Zephyr asked cautiously.
Smoker smiled coldly and released a slow puff of smoke.
"If they are just trash, I will eliminate them... but if there's someone worth fighting, I will enjoy the experience."
---
In Loguetown…
In a dark alley, away from prying eyes, a secret meeting was taking place among a group of notorious pirates.
"So, the Marines are approaching... is that dog Smoker the one hunting us?" asked a tall man with a black tattoo stretching from his neck to his chest.
"Yes, he wiped out the Blood Wolves crew two days ago and left no survivors."
One of the seated pirates shuddered, recalling the massacre unleashed by Smoker.
"This man is not human... he's a monster. We've never heard of Devil Fruit being used in this way!"
"Silence!" shouted their leader, the blood-stained pirate Vergos, gripping his sword tightly.
"He may be strong, but he's just another tool for the World Government! We pirates fear no one! Not even the Celestial Dragons themselves can stop us!"
But before he could finish his speech, heavy footsteps were heard coming from the alley entrance.
Smoke began to seep from the walls, covering the ground and spreading in the air.
"Intriguing... it seems there are some rats hiding here."
Smoker emerged from the shadows, his cold gaze piercing them before his attacks began.
The night had descended on Loguetown, with a light mist falling silently, as if preparing the ground for what was about to happen.
In the narrow alley where the pirates gathered, smoke began to spread slowly, creeping into their lungs before they realized one of them had arrived.
"What's this?" murmured one of the pirates, trying to dispel the thick white fog with his hand, but to no avail.
Vergos, the blood-stained leader, stood tall, staring at the shadows forming before them. He was a tall man, his navy coat fluttering as smoke swirled around him, holding a lit cigar between his teeth. His sharp eyes reflected a cold anger.
"The Smoker..." whispered one of the pirates, his voice trembling with fear.
Smoker smiled coolly, taking the cigar from his lips to release a slow stream of smoke.
"I don't need an introduction, do I?"
Before anyone could respond, the smoke moved swiftly!
"The White Prison!"
Suddenly, the swirling fog turned into thick white chains, wrapping around the pirates one by one, binding them tightly and throwing them to the ground as if caught in an inescapable spider's web.
"My, he's faster than I expected!" roared Vergos, trying to break free, but even with his immense strength, it was futile.
Smoker approached calmly, his cold glances examining the captive ...