Chapter 444: Primordial Hunger , A Supersized Luffy?

Chapter 444: Primordial Hunger , A Supersized Luffy?

Audrey's gaze turned to the sky, pointing to an area not obscured by clouds. "The sky there looks a bit different..."

Fors and Xio followed her gaze. Above the island, there wasn't a single cloud - the sky was crystal clear. However, around the island's perimeter, clouds were gradually gathering, forming a grayish-white circular ring. The ring was slowly expanding, as if trying to envelop the entire island.

Hastur also noticed this unusual sight but didn't sense any oppressive or violent aura from the Storm Lord. He speculated this might be the work of the Storm Church bishops, perhaps preparing for a divine descent of the Storm Lord at a crucial moment. But this was just a guess, so he kept quiet and continued observing.

As night fell, the crimson moon cast its light on the sea, making the surface appear even more blood-red. Under the cover of moonlight, some restless pirate groups began to make their moves. With each attempted invasion, more bodies floated on the sea surface. Their red blood merged with the ocean, dyeing the reflection of the crimson moon a dark red.

Blood and death - was this the scenario the Fallen Mother goddess desired? Yet the clergy of the Dark Night Goddess Church performed purification rituals after the pirates' deaths, presumably rendering the blood useless.

Hastur remained at the ship's bow, observing without intervening. Audrey stood silently beside him, her gaze distant, lost in thought. Xio looked longingly at the sea where battle cries could be heard, eager to collect more bounties with Miss Audrey. Fors had retreated to write her novel, claiming inspiration had struck.

As dawn approached, fewer dared to attempt sneaking onto the island under cover of darkness, and the sea grew calm once more.

The next day, occasional corpses drifted by that hadn't been collected in time. The bodies were pale and bloated, as if all the blood had been drained from them. Xio and Audrey only looked for a moment before returning to their rooms.

Hastur turned his gaze to the island where Roselle was located. It seemed shrouded in a layer of mist, obscuring clear vision. Even when he tried to observe from the Hall of Stars, he couldn't discern much. To truly understand what was happening would require setting foot on the island. But that was dangerous - perhaps it was better to maintain the status quo for now.

Two more days passed. Tonight was the full moon of the fifteenth.

After dinner, Fors retreated early to her room, praying for the protection of the stars. Her decision proved wise, as tonight's full moon whispers were stronger than ever before. She felt as if she had been transported to the source of the whispers, in close contact with the curse. Despite the stars' protection, she couldn't completely avoid the damage from the full moon whispers. Her already sparse hair lost several more strands.

Curled up under the blanket, she shivered. "Xio, I think I just saw all my hair fall out."

"It's alright," Xio reassured her, patiently by her bedside. "This just makes you look brilliantly bald."

Hearing the muffled sounds of suffering from Fors' room, Suzy shuddered and moved a bit further away.

In the Hall of Stars, as the full moon whispers ended, Hastur withdrew the stars' protection. This experience with Fors' full moon whispers confirmed his belief that the Fallen Mother goddess was watching this place from the distant stars. Her power's presence here had intensified Fors' full moon whispers to a terrifying degree.

"Mr. Door..." Hastur tapped his fingers on the table, pondering an important matter. If the Fallen Mother goddess ' attention was fully focused on Roselle, perhaps he could indirectly influence Her state by affecting Mr. Door? He had made many attempts to devise a method for purifying Mr. Door's pollution, hoping to find a useful way to help Mr. Door and thereby limit the Fallen Mother goddess ' influence on the real world.

"Roselle..." he mused. "I must wait for a more opportune moment." After much consideration, Hastur decided to wait. The Fallen Mother goddess was too formidable; he needed to plan thoroughly before their first confrontation.

It was unfortunate that the other Outer Gods and Great Old Ones weren't here, except for the sealed Lamp God. Otherwise, he could have sent them to scout the island first, as they were only avatars and could be expended.

"Oh, Primordial Hunger said he would send down an avatar," Hastur recalled. His gaze turned to Primordial Hunger 's star, carefully searching until he found a small point of light. Focusing his vision, Hastur saw Primordial Hunger 's avatar.

With Hastur's previous help, the avatar had successfully descended. However, its appearance was rather unexpected.

It resembled a supersized version of Luffy, currently gorging itself on a large ship. More accurately, it was stuffing things into its mouth. Its body was like a huge inflated balloon, with a waist as wide as four or five people. It sat its enormous backside directly on the deck, its short thick legs nearly buried in folds of fat, its facial features almost lost in the mass of flesh.

The only relatively slender parts were its arms, which could stretch like rubber to grab food from a long table in front of it and stuff it into its mouth. On both sides of the deck stood rows of crew members busily fishing from the sea. Others were responsible for taking the caught seafood to the kitchen for cooking, then bringing out the prepared dishes.

The busy scene resembled a large-scale banquet. But this feast had only one guest. Judging by its eating manner, it seemed not just like someone who hadn't eaten for three days, but more like a reincarnated hungry ghost or glutton.

Hastur wondered which unfortunate pirate crew had encountered this being. Ah, it was the Death Announcer of the King of Immortality Agalito. He hadn't expected Agalito to come near the island as well. This saved some time.

Hastur only watched for a moment before his thoughts on food began to fade. This kind of eating broadcast was more suitable for watching while on a diet.

Seeing Primordial Hunger start to pound on the table impatiently due to the slow serving speed, Hastur knew it was time. He opened a patch of starry sky directly above Primordial Hunger 's head from the Hall of Stars. Endless starlight gathered, and the majestic image of the Hall of Stars loomed above the stars.

With just a glance, Primordial Hunger stopped eating. Its gaze became blank, seemingly confused about why the stars would seek it out at this time. It looked at the awestruck crew members around it, then opened its huge mouth and sucked in all the light. The surrounding world plunged into darkness, leaving only it facing the starry sky.

"Stars, what do you need me to do?" it asked.

"Go to the island," Hastur replied.

"That's the Fallen Mother goddess ' territory."

"It's all food for you."

"Very well," Primordial Hunger considered before agreeing. "Next time, you'll need to help me descend again."

"Agreed. One descent for one favor."

Primordial Hunger nodded, and the starry sky above its head dispersed.

On the Death Announcer, the pitch-black world that had enveloped them dissipated. All the crew members were trembling on their knees, heads bowed, not daring to make a sound.

As the darkness cleared, the mysterious guest at the long table, previously bloated like a balloon, had transformed into a muscular giant over three meters tall. Its upper body was bare, without a scrap of clothing. Its lower half was wrapped in a yellowish-brown leather skirt. In its right hand, it wielded a large white bone club, fashioned from the bones of a giant sea creature it had devoured earlier.

It looked like a hunter straight out of a primitive forest. Its towering three-meter frame exuded a powerful, oppressive aura. The surrounding crew members kept their heads bowed even lower, not daring to look directly at it.

Primordial Hunger 's gaze turned towards the island. It rubbed its smooth head, bent its knees slightly, and leaped towards the island.

The massive impact caused the entire Death Announcer to creak and groan under the strain. The black hull began to disintegrate, centered on the point where its feet had pushed off.

The King of Immortality Agalito watched his flagship with a pained expression. He quickly channeled the power of the Death Announcer, causing the scattered and broken parts of the ship to reassemble.

Only after finishing this task did he dare to raise his head and look in the direction the mysterious guest had departed. He saw its silhouette had already crossed the vast sea and landed on the distant island. Even from this far away, the violent sound of its landing could be clearly heard.

"Heh, Bernadette, let's see if you have what it takes to kill It," Agalito smirked. But his expression quickly fell as he seemed to remember something. He promptly quashed any notions of fleeing. To survive, it was best to lay low for now.