Chapter 101

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Beast Hunt

Equipment-type item

Description: Two contemporary weapons created on a whim by Ermei Okuyasu, one named Beast and the other Hunt.

Effects: Adds 'Sturdy', 'Sharp', 'Rending', 'Paralysis', 'Solar' traits.

Special Form: Beast Hunt

......

Abel admired the serrated long knives in his hands, silently awed.

Holding them didn't feel like gripping knives but like connecting to some sort of flesh, making the knives feel like extensions of his own body.

Especially at the hilt, one a bird head, the other a beast head, looking like they were pierced by the blade but not lifeless. He could see the eyeballs moving back and forth, very eerie.

With a gentle swing, a wall was silently sliced open as smoothly as cutting tofu.

Just a simple try, and he knew that these two knives absolutely met the requirements of the evaluation order!

But he didn't rush to submit it.

"What does this special form mean?"

Abel held the knives tightly, tried to activate them, but was unsuccessful.

After carefully inspecting them again, he figured out that the problem could only be at the hilt of the knives.

Pressing hard, the eerie eyeballs turned out to be the activation switch!

"Caw!"

"Roar!"

Abel refrained from claiming his intermediate trading qualification, instead focusing on the rewards he had acquired this time.

Having earned 2000 trading points alone!

Subtracting the 1000 for accepting the assessment order, as well as the bonus of 500 trading points for posting a wish order, he still made a profit of 500!

This pushed the trading points he had at hand to 3100 points!

A new record!

In addition, he collected three valuable volumes of Breathing Methods: The Sun's Breath, The Moon's Breath, and The Beast's Breath.

But the most valuable was not these three rare Breathing Methods.

It was something else.

[Breathing Method Generator]

A single-use consumable item.

Description: System-manufactured, guaranteed quality!

Effect: Integrates all stored Breathing Methods for inference, automatically generating a unique Breathing Method most compatible with the host. (Stored: 0/3)

Note: The quality and quantity of stored Breathing Methods will affect the quality of the regenerated Breathing Method and its compatibility with the host. (The Breathing Method's quality has a chance to surpass the original world's limit. The higher the compatibility, the lower the difficulty in learning, and the greater the power that can be wielded.)

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The paths others have walked will always belong to others.

In Abel's view, these Breathing Methods are strong, but they may not necessarily suit him.

Without this [Breathing Method Generator], he might have tried to practice one of these three Breathing Methods, or attempt to train them all.

However, after reading the effect of this [Breathing Method Generator], he was left with only one thought!

To tailor a unique Breathing Method most compatible with himself!

Given this rare opportunity to forge his own path, he certainly couldn't let it go!

Thus, he promptly threw all three of the Breathing Methods he had just obtained into the [Breathing Method Generator] and chose to use it.

Buzz... Buzz...

The sound resembled that of an antique machine on its last legs, making one wonder if it would break down immediately.

Fortunately, 'system-manufactured, guaranteed quality' wasn't just a phrase.

[Congratulations, you've obtained a unique skill: The Dark Breath Method (Red)!]

"Is it actually of red quality?!"

Remember that the original Sun's Breath Method and Moon's Breath Method were only of orange quality, unable to reach red quality.

In this situation, it can be considered that under the system's enhancement, the original world's limits for the Breathing Methods have been shattered.

Abel was instantly elated.

This was his first encounter with an item of red quality, and it was also a unique skill!

Even the system congratulated him, indicating how rare this situation was.

Abel suppressed his excitement and immediately opened it to check.

Unique Skill: [Dark Breath Method]

Level:

Consumption: Mental and physical strength

Effect: Infinitely enhance cardiopulmonary function, improve physical quality, develop human potential, and gradually understand the power of darkness.

Unique Feature: 100% compatibility, reduces the difficulty of practice by 99%, greatly enhances the power of the moves, drastically reduces consumption, and makes it easy to comprehend derivative moves.

Although the description was brief, the contained information was explosive!

Just the words 'infinite enhancement' were terrifying.

That meant there wouldn't be any limits on Abel's road to becoming stronger in the future.

As for 'the power of darkness', it sounded incredibly cool just by listening to it!

The unique feature at the end needed no further explanation, using cheats allowed one to do as they pleased!

Abel tried practicing this [Dark

Particularly after he had mastered his unique skill, the "Dark Breathing Technique", Abel's power was increasing not only with every meal and drink, but with each breath he took.

An hour later, he had leveled up to LV2, and after another 12 hours, he reached LV3.

With this progression, he naturally achieved the state of "Total Concentration Breathing - Continuous". The concept of Total Concentration Breathing is to inhale copious amounts of oxygen into the lungs, allowing more air into the bloodstream, accelerating the flow of blood and heartbeat, and thereby significantly enhancing physical abilities in an instant. Maintaining this state, even while sleeping and eating, was challenging, but because Abel had a hundred percent affinity with the "Dark Breathing Technique", he achieved it without much effort, thus boosting his strength once more.

Starting from LV3, however, leveling up was not a matter of a day or two.

Abel wasn't worried. After all, he was strengthening even when he was breathing in his sleep. It didn't require him to deliberately practice, so he had no cause for complaint.

...

On the ship, Abel was deep in meditation, contemplating the 'power of darkness.' He was beginning to develop some ideas about the moves derived from the Dark Breathing Technique. But at that moment, the Den Den Mushi in his pocket rang.

"This is Abel."

"I have an urgent task for you. How are your personal matters going?"

"Alright, I'm on it."

Without wasting words, Abel rose and headed towards the captain's cabin. He needed a little cunning to persuade the honorable captain to take him elsewhere.

A day later, Abel had arrived at Sri Lanka Island, waving his thanks to the captain who swiftly steered the ship away from the island.

"Such an impolite fellow," Abel muttered.

"You're right, let me take care of him!"

"Forget it, it's not worth getting into a fight with such a person, let's go."

Abel quickly held back Baby-5, who was already pointing a gun muzzle towards the sea. He was just venting, but this girl could truly take a life.

It didn't take long for Abel to find the peripheral members of the family stationed on the island.

It was easy to identify them - they were under the highest, most arrogant pirate flag.

"Lord Abel, we're glad you're here!"

"Tell me, which blind force dared to rob the Donquixote family's goods in the underground black market?"

Now, Abel was quite a figure within the Donquixote family. After all, an 11-year-old executive was something they wouldn't even have dared to imagine before.

"The problem is we don't know."

"We don't know? What do you mean?"

"The people at the scene were all killed. By the time we got there with reinforcements, the culprits had run away with the goods. We've tracked down a lot of eyewitnesses and managed to gather some information about them."

"Hurry up and tell me. Don't waste my time. As for your merits and demerits, Captain Doflamingo will decide."

"Right, the culprits are likely well-trained soldiers. They were in uniform and their numbers weren't small. Some saw them escaping on a gigantic snail."

"A snail? Are you sure?"

"Well, we can't be sure. It might have been a snail-shaped ship. After all, how could there be such a large snail?"

Abel pondered. This 'snail' indeed provided a lead. Given the many fantastic creatures in this world, the existence of a gigantic snail capable of carrying people wasn't impossible

Despite the uniformity in appearance perhaps due to their matching uniforms, a few individuals stood out amongst the crowd. And these were no ordinary individuals, they were four young children.

"Reiju, we've simply taken what the Donquixote Family had. What is there to worry about?" declared Yonji, his green hair marking him as the fourth child.

Yonji's point was echoed by Ichiji, the eldest sibling with fiery red hair, "Indeed, we are the Germa 66, the rulers of the North Sea!"

Niji, the second child with his azure hair, chimed in, "If our father hadn't focused on training us in these past years, these inferior powers would have already been swept away by our soldiers."

The triplets, though quadruplets by birth, only considered themselves as three because their third brother, Sanji with his blond hair, was seen as a 'failure' and was kept secluded at home.

Adding to the mix was their elder sister by three years, Reiju, with her striking pink hair. These were the children of Judge, the leader of the Germa 66, and were the future hope of the group.

They were out on their own this time, as Judge's research had reached a crucial point, but he had run out of the nutrient solution needed to grow his clone soldiers. So, he sent his children out to gather the necessary ingredients. This was a test of their independence and a means of evaluation.

After all, these children were his 'masterpieces', his most successful genetically modified soldiers! (Reiju was only half modified.)

It should have been a simple shopping trip. What could possibly go wrong? Judge had nothing to worry about. Even if they did stir up some trouble, what could not be settled by the Germa 66 in the North Sea?

Clearly, like father, like son.

The six-year-old triplet brothers Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji held a similar mindset. They did not care who had reserved the batch of raw materials; they intended to purchase it regardless. When refused, they simply decided to take it by force.

Reiju, having undergone less thorough modifications than her brothers, had retained her emotions. She knew their actions could potentially bring trouble for their father.

However, what could she do? Her brothers simply wouldn't listen to her. Not only had they taken what they wanted, but they were also planning to stay behind and create even more chaos.

Their story continues, as these young rulers of the world emerge from the white town, fearless and unruly.

Left with no choice, Reiju was forced to invoke their father's name to threaten her brothers. Reluctantly, Ichiji and the others obeyed Reiju's command and swiftly fled the underground black market with the stolen raw materials.

Understanding that those they had robbed would undoubtedly seek retribution, Reiju ordered their soldiers to march through the night, avoiding any stops at islands on their way, intending to return home without delay.

As long as they made it back to their base, there would be nothing more to worry about.

However, Reiju's caution did not garner the approval of her brothers. Ichiji and the others unanimously believed she was being overly cautious, making a mountain out of a molehill.

In their discourse, it was apparent that they had no regard for the Donquixote Family.

After all, when the Germa 66 dominated the North Sea, the Donquixote Family was nowhere to be seen. (Perhaps they were residing in Mary Geoise as World Nobles?)

"Don't call me by my name, address me as your sister. You're not endearing at all," Reiju chided.

Despite understanding that her brothers were now 'monsters' devoid of most emotions, Reiju still considered them family, not completely losing hope.

"Tsk, you were just born a few years before us," they retorted.

"Father has personally admitted that we three are the most successful genetic modifications."

"That's right. You're merely a 'half-finished product', and we are the future hope of Germa 66's resurgence!"

Left speechless by their mockery, Reiju's thoughts strayed to their 'failed' brother, Sanji, likely still confined in the dungeon.

Ever since their mother's death, only Sanji could still provide her a sense of family.

Just then, a soldier reported, "We're near Neon Island, do we make a landing?"

"Neon Island? No."

"Dock immediately!"

Ichiji interrupted Reiju and asserted his command.

"Ichiji, I need an explanation. Why are we docking now? We have sufficient supplies on board to make it back."

"Explanation? This is your explanation. Take a look."

With a dismissive gesture, Ichiji took out a newspaper and tossed it to her.

Upon reading, Reiju noticed a section about an auction on Neon Island in a few days. The items to be auctioned included the nutrient solution they required.

Her expression hardened instantly. They had just stolen a batch of materials a few days ago, and now, suddenly, another batch had surfaced and was up for auction?

If there wasn't a catch, she would eat the newspaper on the spot!

"Ichiji, where is your head? Can't you see this might be a trap designed to lure us?"

Reiju was absolutely livid.

But Ichiji seemed unconcerned, "What does a little risk matter as long as we accomplish the task set by Father?"