16 Kings brew
(AN: not dropping. Just busy and lazy.)
King POV
Why are there so many people? I utterly hate it. Let's deal with it quickly, throw in some smart words, and go back to my place to continue writing.
They have a table for me here. Nice. On the inside shelf there are lots of instruments, varying from surgical equipment to different colored hammers, wires, labeled bottles with liquids, food, a lot of weird shaped seashells, and even more items, which I don't understand. It feels nice to have everything prepared. I feel like a rookie cook coming to the cooking show like "Mister Chef", but without Gorgon Ramsee.
People stare way too much. I'm not even doing anything yet. I'm sure there are lots of interesting things around.
God help me with this one. I don't have a clue what I'm about to do. A soda volcano? Maybe a new dessert?
Ugh, I guess this metal bowl will do. It's big. Throw in some of this powder, "Crushed Oni Horns", which looks like normal flour to me. Pour in a cup of malic acid. A lot of blue milk. Ten chicken eggs. A funny looking white cherry that got lost in a bowl full of regular ones. I put all of them in. I heard white ones are less sweet. No spoon to mix it with? I'll do it with the shell, the bright red one. It fits well in the hand.
Holy shit! What is it doing? Why is it spewing fricking fire? Cover it with something, but don't burn down the place! I can't afford it. Where is a lid?
Ugh! Sand? Will do!
Phew. A new bowl for sure. What is this sand, anyways? It says "Crushed Vibranium/Adamantium/Uru mix" on the label. Shit.
*pshhhhhh*
Is it still burning? Curses.
*BOOM*
WHERE IS THE DAMN LID? FLAME IS ALREADY NEAR THE DAMN CELLING!
*RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE*
RIGHT! The red shell was spewing out fire, so blue will be water!
Here it is! Punch like a ketchup bottle!
(Bigger)*BOOM*
BLUE FIRE? REALLY?
*RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE*
MOMMY!
Finally! A plate. I press it on the top of the bowl. I felt my hands getting significantly warmer.
I scream to the "guards" blankly staring at me: "COME HERE, RIGHT THIS SECOND!"
People help me! Everything is burning and I don't understand what to do, piece it together.
*RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE*
The crew that got me onto this island and was security here maybe, finally ran up to the stand. The look in their eyes was weird, but at the moment, I simply do not care enough. Help me, HELP. ME. I quickly pulled my hands away.
After this, I urgently turned away and checked if my eyebrows were still intact. I really really hope they are.
Oh yes! It's all good!
"It's our destiny, brothers. We shall embrace this gift."
Huh? HUH?
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People couldn't blink as they gazed at the beauty of the scientific miracle performed by King. Not a single delay in his actions, not a single mistake or imperfection. People were not entirely sure what King did, but 'that' is undoubteably groundbreaking in all categories of human achievement. As expected of the King.
Even if people watched his every step, they couldn't even have a thought of replicating what King was doing. The audience fell into a hypnotic trance. King Engine adds to that greatly.
The hands of King, which killed countless foes, were as gentle as a mother holding her baby. What terrific control of his power King has.
The grey-haired Marines, including their balding leader, who stood as security for the King(mostly for decoration), couldn't bear not to see what King was doing, so they were watching as well.
Then, a single glance across the hall. People felt their souls shiver.
"COME HERE, RIGHT THIS SECOND!" super powerful shout from King.
The majority of the audience knew deep down that this message wasn't for them.
Thirty-three Grey-haired Marines rushed to the stand as quickly as they physically could. Most tore their muscles and even some broke their bones from that sprint.
And the gift given by King?
They will know after they accept it.
The leader wasted little to no time deciding what to do.
"It's our destiny, brothers. We shall embrace it."
He quickly took the bowl and took a sip. After he did that, he passed it to a person to his left and fell on his knee in visible suffering.
King was observing them. Quietly. His eyes were in dramatic shadow.
After a minute or so, they all did it. They drank the Kings brew. The Marines tasted a little hint of bitterness and a lot of sourness, but dismissed it under the gigantic amount of pain they were under.
They panted and grunted, sweated and shook. And with that, their bodies morphed. Most of the clothes got torn to pieces. Bones were cracking and skin was tearing. But quickly after that, it regenerated.
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger and much, much bigger. The average among them all was 3 meters (about 10 feet). And their captain became the biggest of them all. The last of his gray hairs fell out and he became a whopping 5 meters tall(16 feet).
Inside their bodies, most of the vital organs got multiplied. Additional lungs, hearts, and livers. All due to effect of shared Devil Fruit in a form of a cherry, Masu Masu no mi. It was a fruit that could multiply the characteristics of its user body, but due to treatment it received from King it got subdued into a form that mainly focused on the muscle and bone structure, as well as the vital parts of every human being.
Major artheris became impossible to pierce by steel, and efficiency of their bodies increased to the point of them requiring almost no rest, sleep or food. Bones became virtually indestructuble.
At the time, however, was in a state similar to passing out from shock, his mind only thinking about all the bad things he would go through in prison, or worse, being executed.His body was locked into place, his eyes kept open.
At first he thought that he had burned the place, and after that, people drank literal ashes mixed with metal shavings, which, as he thought, would not end well at all for any person trying not to die. Lastly, he witnessed the transformation of thirty-three grown men into mountains of muscles. This was a little too much for him.
