Slaying Beneath the Scandal

But instead of giving up, this black mist fused with Alan's innate power. It allowed him to perceive enough to radiate the entire island.

The next moment, the villagers' talks came to Alan's ears.

"What to do? The ominous moon is coming. Are we all going to die?"

"Don't worry about it. The high priest said he would use that demon to sacrifice to the gods to appease their anger."

"That monster that reads people's minds? It's just as well that he's dead. The kind of monster that can see through people's minds shouldn't be living in this world in the first place."

"But... Alan has helped us a lot with his abilities..."

"Nice talk. Do you dare to live with that kind of monster?"

"Cough cough-- By the way, does the sacrifice or whatever really work? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Who knows, but the High Priest wouldn't lie to us, would he?"

Alan's face did not change. Although they did not say it to his face, the villagers always knew what they thought of him.

The perception kept extending. The temple's upper-level talks were projected in front of Alan's eyes the next moment.

"Alan... It's a pity. I had planned to train him to be the most powerful warrior in the tribe with his talent!"

"Patriarch, you and I know very well that the power of the tribe is no longer enough to defend against the more rampant pirates. We simply can not wait for the day when he grows up. Even if he is born with the power called by the outside world as Kenbunshoku Haki, what is the point of not being able to use it for us?"

"What a pity! I've never heard of this kind of talent, even after years of sailing the seas. What's even more rare and valuable is that even if he was rejected and suspected by others because he could see through people's minds, he never changed his own mindset of helping everyone!"

"Humph! We can only blame this situation on the injustice of fate! Does our tribe that was guarding the world for thousands of years have to meet the fate of extinction? Instead of letting Nanahoshi fall into the hands of those pirates, why not sacrifice Alan to Nanahoshi? Maybe we can fully control the power of Nanahoshi and rise in the sea from now on!"

"High Priest, I thought about it. Why don't we forget about it? Nanahoshi is not a power that humans can control, and it will bring disaster and bad luck to those who desire them!"

"Patriarch, do you think we can still turn back? Other than that, if we let that kid Alan know that we sold his sister to a slaver, he will hate to kill us even if he is kind!"

"Sla... slaver?" At this moment, Alan's soul seems like a candle in the gale. The fires are bursting up and down, bright and uncertain.

And the talks continue in the temple.

"This... hey! I got carried away by greed at that time. I can't believe I did such a thing. Maybe if we apologize, that good boy Alan will still forgive us?"

"Oh, patriarch, you're really a hypocrite! However, I won't stand in front of that monster again. If I didn't forcibly hypnotize myself the day before yesterday, maybe I would have exposed the matter of the slaver ship long ago. I don't want to experience that kind of fearful feeling a second time..."

"Slaver... slaver... hahaha! What a joke! I just hate, I just hate my own stupidity, I just hate my own incompetence...," Alan's eyes leaking tears of blood, and he fell to his knees in pain on the ground. The hard rock also left scratches on his fingers.

"Go to... and pick up the sword in the stone coffin. It will grant you the power to take revenge!" The gloomy voice of the black mist spoke again.

Alan walked to the stone coffin and pulled out Nanahoshi.

The terrifying soul storm instantly shattered Alan's soul consciousness. But the heart's strong belief is to prevent Nanahoshi from taking half an inch beyond the thunderbolt.

At this time, a soul from the other world merged in across space and time, fighting with Alan's remnant soul for the body's authority.

The seeds of hatred and the desire to live are the most powerful forces that can create unlimited potential in this world, and the two souls are torn and locked in a clash. In the end, they fused into a brand new soul.

...

Boom!

The temple door was broken open brutally. The patriarch and the high priest stared blankly at Alan, who emerged from the basement with a long sword in his hand. His eyes were filled with the desire to kill and destroy, making their souls almost freeze.

"That... is Nanahoshi! Alan, you actually pulled it out. Great! Bring Nanahoshi into my hands quickly!" The greed finally overcame the fear in his heart. The patriarch's eyes shone with green light as he walked step by step toward Alan.

"Gulp!" The high priest moved his eyes away without arguing, simply not daring to look at them. The cold sweat seeping out of his back made him slightly awake. It seemed that things were not going as they had imagined.

"I hear you, slaver ship!" Alan stepped soberly and slowly. The tip of his sword sliced at the ground, not making a crisp sound or erupting in sparks but easily cutting the ground.

The patriarch's eyes widened; he remembered the high priest's warnings earlier, and cold sweat flowed down his face instead of arguing: "A misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! Alan, you have to believe me. I had intended to train you to become the most powerful warrior in the tribe... ahh!"

One of his arms fell off. The patriarch's only remaining left-hand covers his head in a deadly wail, miserable and shrill, as if he was suffering immense pain.

The high priest's heart chills, and he is also confused. Is the patriarch mad? Why did he cover his head with a broken arm?

Soon, the high priest understood the patriarch's pain. It was a stabbing pain deep into the soul as if countless snakes and insects were crawling on his body to devour it. The pain of the broken arm was simply unable to compare to the pain of a million bites.

What's scary is that Alan doesn't seem to be planning to let them die a painful death, but letting them suffer a living death!

"Is this the voice of the... high priest and patriarch?"

"What's happening in the temple? Quickly go inside!"

Alan lifted his Nanahoshi, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Soon, blood flowed from the temple, spreading around the village and eventually covering the entire island.

And the killing continues!

The night it's still long!

...

Three days later, a dozen pirate ships docked at the shore.

"Boss, is that legend about the cursed holy sword true?"

"Hahahahaha! Idiot, of course, it's false. How can you believe that kind of word to trick children? If there really is such a thing, those pirates who have visited this island would have already made their fortune. Where else would we have had the chance to come and fight?"

"Huh? Then what are we doing here?"

"Of course, it's a good idea to pick up the goods. This kind of village with a long history might be hiding something good. Moreover, the villagers here have been fighting with pirates for years, and most of them are not weak. Let's see if we can recruit some cannon fodder!"

"Hey, the boss is really smart... ugh! What exactly is this scent?"

"Gulp!" The pirate captain's throat gushed up and down and gathered the courage to go forward, "This should be the smell of blood, but... such a strong smell, it should not be that all the creatures on this island are dead, right?"

"Captain..., why don't we just leave it alone?"

"Idiots, we are fierce pirates. How can we possibly retreat here?"

Thirty minutes later, all the pirates fled back, and almost all suffered from hemophobia. Even many people went crazy and never dared to mention the matter of being a pirate.

Soon, the matter of large-scale genocide on Oscar Island spread out sparked a shock to the world. The World Government defined it as a vicious massacre of pirates, which triggered strong resistance to pirates in the major seas.