Professor Galan

Galan held out a fist and it turned Dark Gray as he explained "This is Iron Body, focusing your muscle to steel while mobilizing the iron in your blood to blend into your skin." the fist turned a deep dark black as he went on, "This is what I call layered Armament, by focusing your Haki on the toughed Iron Body flesh, you will maximize your attacking output."

He smiled gently, turning his fist as crack-like patterns appeared, pulsing brightly, "Flowing Haki is layered on top as well, taking the properties of Internal Destruction… and then finally…"

His fist exploded with black lightning, "Entangling your Conqueror's Haki onto your first. When layering your Haki like this…" he waved his hand behind him carelessly.

Everyone's eyes widened as the entire Island of Marineford behind Galan erupted with massive cracks, leaving nothing left but sinking rock!

Galan reverted to normal and rubbed his neck, exhaling smoke, "If you don't have Haki, your best bet is to hone your fighting ability. If your enemy can't hit you, how can you lose?" he walked into the huge crowd of Marines and dodged all their attacks with ease, continuing "There isn't a shortcut to fighting instincts, they have to be honed very carefully through countless life and death fights or you were simply born with it."

Galan turned and added, "You don't even need to kill anyone if you don't want to." he shot out his hands and smashed a Marine's elbow, kicked his knee, making him kneel before lifting him by his neck.

He went on, "As you get more and more experience, you don't even need to use Haki. Your eyes can see flaws just alone." Galan shook his head and crushed the neck of the marine, tossing him to the side in the way of several sword clashes.

He dusted his hands as though he touched something dirty, adding "However, if I had some advice that would be most important… It would be to hone the control over your own strength. Not everyone has to kill to be a Hero, in some aspects not killing someone is very strong, but everyone has their own path."

He shot out his hands and started killing Marines like chickens, crushing skulls with his bare hands, ripping out hearts, and tearing off arms. Galan jumped on a Marine, tossing out an arm like a spear, pinning three marines in a row, nailing them to the ground, dead.

He added, "Though, personally, I feel like it's better to just kill them all." he tilted his head and said slowly "Then when you go to hell, you can kill them all over again."

He caught a fist and broke the arm on his own shoulder, tearing the arm off completely before turning around and swinging out his leg, sending a wind scythe, bifurcating a thousand of them.

He looked up and returned to expressionless, charging through the Marines like a tank, crushing them instantly. He headbutted the last marine in his way and popped his skull like a soap bubble before stepping on his corpse, looking at the Vice-Admiral running away.

Galan picked up some stones and flicked them one by one.

The Vice-Admiral's legs were pierced and he cried out, falling to the ground.

He looked back to see Galana slowly walking towards him. The intense fear made him start crawling away, shouting "Fleet Admiral, mercy! Please! I won't do it again!" Galan didn't even bother to answer him, flicking out a pebble and destroying his knee.

The man screeched like a pig being slaughtered as Galan stood over him, he kicked him to his back and stepped on his leg, saying "You should thank the World Government. If they didn't exist, you would've died a long time ago. Actually, so many people would be dead, it would be like a whole new world."

He sat on the Vice-Admiral's chest, "The World Government doesn't care about people, so I have to pretend not to care as well, you understand, right? Because of you, I had to personally kill over 50 women and little girls who begged me for death." he took out a knife and grabbed the Vice-Admiral's hand.

He slowly sliced off parts of his fingers, like carving as he continued despite the insane screaming, "Actually, I don't know if you'll believe me, but I don't enjoy killing people. Cleaning Evil from the world, yes. But Killing people, not so much. I lost count of how many people I've killed… Maybe 100,000? Maybe more, who knows. I think it might be closer to half a million if I count the indirect killings from orders."

He carved down the entire hand to the wrist and grabbed the other one, saying "Do you know how many innocent people I've killed? None. Well, if you count mercy, then a couple of them. Every innocent person I kill haunts me in my dreams like a plague. They don't even curse me, they're just there, thanking me and watching me. It's really a problem."

He stood up and backed off, tearing the man's pants right off, exposing him. Galan grabbed his junk and sighed "I guess it's all a part of the nightmare." before slashing out, cutting his junk right off!

The Vice-Admiral's eyes widened and he uttered a wordless scream.

Galan tossed the thing to the side, wiping his hand with a part of the man's pants before making little cuts all over his body. He stood up and walked away, saying "Olvia, go get the salt."

Everyone trembled, oh my god.

This was torture!

[Frank Castle: Wait, do you have lemon juice and sugar?]

[Nico Olvia: Hm? Yeah.]

[Frank Castle: If you mix the lemon juice, sugar, and salt together before dunking him in a tub of ice, he'll stay alive for longer. It's a shame there aren't any rats…]

Everyone shook in fear.

Olvia looked excited to try a new thing and did what Frank said, the man thrashed violently in the ice and screamed terribly.

[Nico Olvia: Hey! It worked!]

Galan quickly killed the rest of the marines in a brutal slaughter that somehow resembled a dance. If he wasn't killing people, it would've been beautiful! But maybe for some, it was even more beautiful this way.

He only used the most basic ways to kill everyone. He didn't even use any world shaking power.

A few hours later

Galan sat on a pile of corpses, resting his elbows on his knees as Whitebeard's fleet arrived, noticeably fewer ships!

Whitebeard jumped off the Moby Dick and threw his strongest punch at Galan, who caught his fist with ease. Whitebeard laughed, "You bastard! You really were holding back!" Galan sighed to himself and stayed silent.

Whitebeard smacked his back and laughed "Gurarararara! I took care of the scum a long time ago."

Everyone watching was numb by now.

They just watched one man slaughter 50,000 people with ease! They had never seen something like this before!

[Question: What does Galan want for a reward?]

[Due to the difficulty of the question, the Reward will be more generous (May also be multiple.)]

[Galan is prohibited from answering.]

The chat exploded!