NOVGO.NET Chapter 437: Akainu is Cooked
Chapter 437: Chapter 437: Akainu is Cooked
When that large basin with the special ingredient was poured into the wok, everyone’s eyes widened in shock.
Holy crap! Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!
That stuff was actually being added to the wok!
That cursed, foul-smelling thing… was actually a medicinal ingredient?
The surrounding doctors were dumbfounded, their eyeballs practically bulging out of their heads.
Sengoku and Garp stood there, jaws dropped in shock.
Momousagi took two quick steps back.
Binz and Ain couldn’t even bear to keep watching.
This disgusting goop was about to be dumped into the wok and stir-fried with people inside.
If it was just stir-frying, the two in the wok could probably tough it out, no matter how bad it got.
Akainu wouldn’t even bat an eye.
But once that stuff went in, the situation took a turn for the worse—way worse.
No one needed to think twice to imagine the kind of agony the two in the wok were about to endure.
In comparison, the stench they were smelling now suddenly didn’t seem so bad.
Sengoku’s face twisted in discomfort, his entire expression crumpled.
Garp, on the other hand, was enjoying the spectacle. Having already emptied his stomach, he was now dry-heaving while casually strolling toward the giant wok.
Today, he was determined to witness the scene firsthand.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 420,000 negative points!]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 380,000 negative points!]
Inside the wok, Zephyr and Akainu were completely losing it.
With every toss of Vir’s giant ladle, the unknown substance started sticking to their bodies.
In moments, they were completely covered in it—their faces, their bodies, everywhere.
The stench assaulted their nostrils, relentlessly forcing its way in.
They couldn’t even open their eyes.
Feeling the slimy, sticky texture clinging to him, Akainu was the first to break.
“Blergh~!”
He hurled, but not vomiting would’ve been better.
Because as soon as he did, his puke, stirred by Vir’s relentless ladle, splattered right onto Zephyr.
It was already disgusting, and now this guy had to add his own “special sauce”.
Zephyr couldn’t hold it in either and immediately barfed on the spot.
And just like that, the stir-fry got even more fragrant.
The two of them were in there, grossing each other out in an endless cycle of misery.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 450,000 negative points!]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 440,000 negative points!]
The flood of negative points was practically equal for both of them, rolling in nonstop.
Garp stood by the wok’s edge, craning his neck to peer inside.
When he saw the scene below, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“Bwahahaha! What’re you two doing down there? Scared the other won’t get enough to eat, so you’re adding your own ingredients? Blergh~!”
Garp had only meant to mock them, but mid-laugh, the stench hit him full force.
It filled his lungs completely.
The added large intestine, combined with the various strange vomit concoctions, caused Garp to donate his last remaining stomach contents to the two below.
“GARP!!!”
“You bastard, just drop dead already!”
Zephyr let out a furious roar, though it cost him a ruptured organ or two.
He couldn’t hold back anymore!
This bastard—Garp was an absolute bastard!
Things were already bad enough, and now this guy had to crank up the air conditioning on their suffering!
Screw you!
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 500,000 negative points!]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 450,000 negative points!]
Both of them were utterly broken. Akainu, who had been holding it together just moments ago, was now filled with regret.
Sure, it wasn’t hot in there, but he’d rather be burned to a crisp!
Being tortured repeatedly with this stuff—the smell alone was enough to blow the top of his head off!
Could he endure it?
Like hell he could!
Watching the Negative Points keep rolling in and the two below continuously gagging, Vir felt grateful he’d splurged on the best protective gear.
If even a whiff of this leaked through, he’d probably keel over.
As he kept stir-frying, Vir started tossing in more medicinal herbs.
Herbs so rare even Dean Lys couldn’t name them were chucked into the pot one by one.
The temperature in the giant pot began to climb as the herbs were added.
The air in the center of the training ground started rippling visibly, like heat waves over a desert island.
The crowd of onlookers could barely make out Vir’s movements anymore.
The temperature was so high that the air was distorting too much.
Even Akainu was starting to feel the heat in the wok below.
And if he felt hot, Zephyr was practically cooked.
Yep, Zephyr was on his last legs, already rolling his eyes back.
The bone-deep burning sensation was relentlessly grinding down his willpower.
He was on the verge of passing out from the pain.
But just as he was about to give up, a ray of hope shone on his face.
Vir, wielding a massive pair of tongs, kept stir-frying while yanking Zephyr out of the wok.
The moment he left the pot, Zephyr felt like a weight had been lifted off his soul.
He was alive again.
Down below, Akainu let out a heavy sigh of relief.
It was over.
Finally over.
Or so he thought. But then he saw Vir toss in a massive pile of herbs again.
And suddenly, the pot beneath him started feeling… off.
Akainu’s face froze.
What the hell was this? Zephyr got to leave, but not him?
Their injuries were about the same, weren’t they?!
Before he could think too much, an unsettling tremor came from the bottom of the pot.
Akainu, who had only felt mildly warm before, now felt like his backside was getting scorched.
A slight burn.
Still bearable.
But as the seconds ticked by, the temperature kept skyrocketing.
Soon, it hit over ten thousand degrees.
The ground beneath the pot had turned pitch black.
Even the dirt showed signs of being scorched to ash.
The open space around Vir had noticeably widened.
Get too close, and the residual heat would sear you.
You had to keep your distance.
Akainu, inside the pot, could no longer stay calm.
His magma was only a few thousand degrees.
This ten-thousand-plus-degree heat was starting to feel unbearable.
His entire body was fried red, and for the first time in decades, he felt that burning sensation again.
The intense heat even made him wonder if he was about to melt.
With each toss of the wok, his body evenly met the searing surface, the heat sinking uniformly into his core.
He felt cooked.
Even his bones felt like they were about to crumble.
He never imagined that he, a magma man, would be baked to the point of melting.
It was unbelievable—absolutely unbelievable.
Originally, he was brimming with confidence, but whether it was that stench assault or the current temperature, far exceeding his own body heat, everything was pure torture for Akainu.
To think he’d eagerly jumped into this mess!
His brain must’ve been waterlogged!
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 400,000 negative points!]
Just as Akainu was on the verge of passing out from the scorching heat, a dizzying sensation hit him.
Moments later, Vir had dumped him out.
In an instant, Akainu sprang back to life, just like Zephyr had moments ago.
Lying on the ground, he felt an overwhelming sense of relief.
Compared to the heat inside that wok, the ground was like stepping into a refrigerator.
As the steam around Vir faded away, that blazing red wok also gradually cooled down.
The crimson hue retreated, and the surrounding temperature began to slowly drop.
Looking at Akainu sprawled on the ground, Vir’s lips curled into a slight smirk.
Akainu’s heat had a limit—magma only got so hot.
But flames? Flames had no such ceiling.
Vir’s White Flame had already reached a limit of 15,000 degrees.
Anything it touched would melt on contact.
And when combined with lightning, the temperature brought by the electricity was equally terrifying.
The extreme heat of the flames, paired with the speed of lightning—if that hit someone, they’d be in for a world of pain.
Add a Thunder Bagua to the mix, and they wouldn’t even have time to cry.
Looking at Akainu, dumped onto the ground by Vir, everyone was stunned.
Their eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
Whether it was Akainu’s entirely red body or the white steam rising from him, it all proved he’d just endured an inferno.
But he was magma!
For him to feel such heat—such extreme heat!
How many degrees would it take to make him feel that?
Could the temperature in that wok have far surpassed Admiral Akainu’s magma?
How could that even be possible?
If that was true, didn’t that mean Chiba had already surpassed Admiral Akainu?
The way people looked at Vir began to shift.
This guy was hiding some serious depths.
But some sharp minds, like Sengoku’s, saw through it.
While Chiba’s strength had indeed improved, that terrifying heat was gradually built up through his Devil Fruit ability.
That kind of temperature buildup isn’t practical in a fight.
But for roasting Akainu… it was just right.
Looking at the two on the ground, Vir quickly pulled out his utensils.
Times like this, you gotta eat while it’s hot.
Cooled down, it wouldn’t taste as good.
Seeing Vir pull out a knife and fork, everyone knew what he was about to do.
Again? Bro, seriously?
You’re gonna eat again?!
Zephyr’s face twisted in discomfort.
But he had no way to resist. The earlier roasting left him unable to move for a while.
Before, he’d only seen others get “eaten”. Now it was his turn.
Akainu, still red-hot from the ordeal, had a complicated expression.
Being “eaten” wasn’t something he could easily accept either.
But before they could dwell on it, Vir was already digging in.
His little fork stabbed into Zephyr’s chest.
Zephyr watched as Vir sliced open his chest and pulled out a piece of lung, his expression nothing short of spectacular.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 300,000 negative points!]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 80,000 negative points!]
As the system’s voice chimed, Vir glanced over at Shirahoshi.
She was staring blankly at him.
Not out of fascination—just too shocked to blink.
When she caught Vir looking at her, holding that piece of lung with a smile, Shirahoshi nearly fainted from fear.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 180,000 negative points!]
But, to be fair, Shirahoshi had grown a lot. She wasn’t as terrified as before.
Back then, a scene like this would’ve sent her to reunite with her mother.
Turning back, Vir looked at the lung. Honestly, he wasn’t eager to dig in.
Sure, he was only eating the soul.
And Zephyr was odor-free now, fully sterilized by the high heat.
But still, he hesitated.
Yet, thinking of the power it’d bring, Vir went for it.
The lung melted the moment it hit his mouth, no chewing needed.
To outsiders, it looked like Vir was ravenously devouring.
But for him, it was just an instant melt.
The colorless, tasteless soul of the injury quickly dissipated in his body.
His terrifying eating style left Zephyr dumbfounded.
’What… you’re that hungry?’
’Can’t we just eat some rice instead?’
’I remember you used to eat so elegantly!’
’What happened to you?’
Zephyr watched as Vir kept plucking parts off him, his face practically green.
One after another.
One after another.
So fast, so ferocious.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 300,000 negative points!]
The onlookers was dumbstruck.
“Hiss… he’s… he’s really…”
“You can tell the kid is starving.”
“Straight-up tearing into it!”
“Can’t watch, I really can’t watch! Did we doctors come here to learn this? Isn’t this just raw talent?”
“Can’t learn this. Not even a little. Pure natural-born freak.”
The doctors were already debating whether to try saving Zephyr.
Or maybe fix Vir’s brain.
No matter how you looked at it, this wasn’t normal.
This scene, shown anywhere in the universe, would never be mistaken for treatment.
Sengoku rubbed his temple with his remaining hand, looking like he had a splitting headache.
He hadn’t expected this kid to pull off something like this.
You’ve learned it, sure, but how’s anyone else supposed to?
Sure, you “learned” it, but how is anyone else supposed to copy this?
With medical skills like this, even if you gave away a Den Den Mushi for free, nobody would want it.
The hardware requirements were just too high.
No wonder there was only one freak doctor like that guy all this time.
Turns out the hard requirement for learning this medical technique is that you have to be sufficiently perverted.
Normal, gentle folks could never pull it off.
But unhinged freaks? Why would they study medicine?
Vir’s existence was a miracle in itself.
As Zephyr looked away in horror, Vir’s system rewards rolled in.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 400,000 negative points!]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining ability: Armament Haki – Pinnacle Level!]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 6% Damage Immunity!]
Looking at the rewards, Vir wiped his mouth with a hand covered in tomato sauce.
But the more he wiped, the more terrifying he looked.
Akainu, nearby, screamed internally: ’Stay away from me!’
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