NOVGO.NET Chapter 438: W-Well... Now We’re Really Screwed
Chapter 438: Chapter 438: W-Well… Now We’re Really Screwed
On the pitch-black ground, Akainu’s face was filled with panic.
But that didn’t stop Vir from stepping toward him.
The reward from Zephyr was pretty good.
The best thing he had was his Armament Haki.
One shot, and it hit the mark.
As for the rest—whether Observation Haki or other abilities—they weren’t quite at the world’s top tier.
Only his Armament Haki was something Zephyr had mastered to perfection.
Taking that for himself had already surprised Vir.
As for Akainu…
Vir’s expectations for him weren’t high.
Physical prowess or that magma ability would do.
Sure, Akainu’s magma wasn’t as destructive as Vir’s White Flame right now, but as it stood… poor Akainu didn’t seem to have much else to offer.
Really, he had nothing else.
Observation Haki? Maxed out already.
Conqueror’s Haki? Akainu didn’t seem to have it yet.
As for Armament Haki, he couldn’t hold a candle to Zephyr.
Besides his physical strength and the Magma-Magma Fruit, the guy was tapped out.
Holding a knife and fork—Vir walked up to Akainu, his mouth smeared with tomato sauce.
No nonsense, no hesitation. He dove right in.
Under Akainu’s horrified gaze, Vir made a swift cut with his knife!
His entire stomach split open, revealing vibrant, fresh organs inside.
With the same technique as always, Vir grabbed a small, beating heart, popped it into his mouth.
The leftover blood splattered violently.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 300,000 negative points!]
Akainu stared at the blood spraying across his chest, his expression finally cracking into fear.
*Crunch, rip, crunch.*
The sound of Vir’s tugging, his fake chewing noises, and the knife slicing through skin echoed sharply across the massive training ground.
Everyone watching wore strained expressions.
But their gazes toward the scene were laced with shock.
Because they saw panic on Akainu’s face.
On the ever-stern Akainu, this was unheard of.
Even in his clash with Whitebeard, he’d never been this rattled.
It was a testament to just how terrifying this “treatment” was.
Vir kept at it for a solid ten minutes.
Akainu’s wounds were just too numerous to count.
Every part of his body had been “blessed” by Whitebeard’s attacks.
Vir was eating his fill, relishing every bite.
He was chowing down even more than he had with Whitebeard.
And that meant a higher chance of gaining more damage immunity effects.
He ate with unrestrained glee.
But for Akainu, the “ingredient”, the experience was sheer agony.
Vir’s knife, fork, and tearing genuinely caused him excruciating pain.
The sensation was unbearably intense.
Those ten minutes felt like an eternity. Every bite from Vir brought a fresh wave of cold sweat pouring down Akainu’s face.
Finally, after ten minutes, Vir was done.
He tore off a piece of Akainu’s hospital gown that wasn’t completely soiled and casually wiped his mouth.
Akainu: ’Are you even trying to be polite?’
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 600,000 negative points!]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining 11% Damage Immunity Effect!]
Eleven percent?!
Vir’s face lit up with delight at the system’s notification.
He hadn’t expected Akainu to give him an 11% damage immunity boost in one go.
That was insane.
Absolutely insane.
Combined with Zephyr’s 6% from earlier, his damage immunity was now at 30%!
Thirty percent.
Any damage dealt to him would first be reduced by 30%, then filtered through his Black Armament Haki and his superhuman physical resilience.
How much would actually remain was anyone’s guess.
And this was assuming the attack landed directly without any blocking.
If he could react in time, he’d just slap an elemental shield in the attacker’s face.
His defense was getting ridiculously high.
But this wasn’t the limit.
He could push it even further.
Looking at the rewards, Vir’s excitement gave way to a furrowed brow.
No abilities. No new powers granted.
That could only mean one thing.
The system deemed Akainu hadn’t reached the “fully healed” standard.
If that was the case, there was only one thing left to do: patch up his head a bit.
Akainu’s head wasn’t too big. Using the Vibro-Blade shouldn’t consume too much durability.
With that thought, a long blade pierced straight through the chest of a shocked Akainu.
Akainu’s eyes widened, staring at Vir, who was inches away.
His face was full of disbelief.
But moments later, Akainu realized something. There was no pain.
This kid wasn’t trying to kill him.
This was another one of his treatment methods. He’d even learned this move.
But what exactly did it do?
Akainu had seen Vir use the Vibro-Blade to treat Whitebeard.
But Whitebeard was dead at the time.
He hadn’t shown the slightest reaction.
So Akainu had no idea what it felt like.
As he pondered, the blade lodged in his chest began to move!
*Vibration! Activate!*
Instantly, an intense tremor and numbing sensation coursed through Akainu’s entire body.
His mind went blank for a split second.
A sound nearly escaped his lips.
Thankfully, Akainu snapped out of it and clamped a hand over his mouth.
Looking at Vir, recalling that sensation, Akainu suddenly understood!
That was… that feeling!
No wonder Whitebeard’s first act after being revived was to punch this guy.
It must’ve felt like his body had been violated.
The onlookers tensed when they saw Vir plunge the blade into Akainu’s chest.
Sengoku was ready to call it off.
But Akainu showed no reaction—not even a hint of pain. And just now… was that a trace of… pleasure?
Sengoku had no idea what was happening, but it seemed like treatment was still underway.
Otherwise, Akainu would’ve stopped it by now.
Up to this point, he hadn’t shown a shred of pain.
Sengoku decided to keep watching.
Akainu, hand over his mouth, glanced at the plain long blade in his chest.
He let out a mental sigh of relief.
Good. It was only vibrating in one spot. Not too unbearable.
*Squelch!*
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than things took a turn.
Vir switched to high-speed mode, stabbing Akainu relentlessly.
Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, Select, Start
In less than three seconds, every inch of Akainu’s body had been stabbed seven or eight times.
Every. Single. Spot.
And the result?
“YAAAHHHH~~~!”
The overwhelming stimulation surged up his throat.
Akainu could no longer hold back.
He let it all out.
His voice, however, sounded… a little sharp.
Almost like… a woman’s voice.
That shrill sound instantly spread across the entire training ground.
Everyone’s eyes widened in shock.
Garp, mid-bite, sprayed a mouthful of senbei all over Sengoku’s back.
Sengoku, too, turned with one eye comically larger than the other, staring in disbelief.
What was that sound?
What in the world was that?
Was that coming from Akainu’s mouth?
How did it sound so… so much like a woman?
And the way he looked… why did it feel like he’d just… you know?
Sengoku was dumbfounded. This was something he’d genuinely never seen before.
He’d lived this long, served as Fleet Admiral for years, and yet this scene left him utterly speechless.
All he could do was stand there, mouth agape.
If Sengoku was this stunned, you can imagine how the others reacted.
Zephyr, sprawled on the ground, flinched at the sound.
Seeing Akainu, who’d been reduced to this state after Vir’s handiwork, Zephyr—who’d been sulking over his own injuries—suddenly felt a lot better.
Good thing he didn’t get stabbed a few times too.
After this, how is Akainu ever going to show his face again?
Before long, Akainu stopped screaming. That unbearable sensation had passed.
But somehow, he looked even redder than when food first comes sizzling out of the wok.
No, not just red—it was practically glowing crimson.
After Vir stuffed the oozing “meat paste” into Akainu’s head, the system’s notification finally chimed in.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 1,300,000 negative points!]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for acquiring Ability: Magma Control!]
[Magma Control: You can generate and manipulate magma.]
The new ability was exactly what Vir expected.
Magma.
Not bad, not great.
Maybe he could find some creative uses for it.
The Negative Points, though? Those came in droves.
A whopping 1.3 million.
Looks like Akainu had zero resistance to that shrill screaming.
For these prideful types, a scream like that could churn out a ton of Negative Points.
Not that you could blame him.
With this, both Admirals were officially healed.
Talk about efficiency.
The rewards were pretty sweet, too.
Stepping up to the still-dazed Sengoku, Vir flashed a calm smile. “Fleet Admiral Sengoku, they’re all patched up. If there’s nothing else, I’m gonna take a break.”
Without waiting for Sengoku’s response, Vir grabbed Shirahoshi’s hand and headed toward the residential area at the back of Marine Headquarters.
The rear of Marine Headquarters housed the families of key Marines.
It was about the size of a small town.
Since he’d brought Shirahoshi to the Marines, Vir figured he’d show her around a bit.
Shirahoshi, still not quite processing everything, was tugged along with a blank look on her face.
It wasn’t until Vir was long gone—about ten minutes later—that the eerily silent training ground finally stirred.
“Bwahahaha! Akainu, what was that? You trying to kill me with laughter so you can inherit my stash of senbei back in my three-room apartment?” Garp roared, mercilessly mocking him, rolling on the ground in hysterics.
The more Garp laughed, the redder Akainu’s face got.
After cackling for a while, Garp scrambled over to the guy recording the whole thing.
“Oi, you better make me a copy of that later!” he demanded.
His antics only made Akainu’s face darken further, a mix of black and red fury.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 200,000 negative points!]
As Vir strolled along with Shirahoshi, he noticed another batch of Negative Points pop up. He could roughly guess what was going on but didn’t pay it much mind.
Sengoku, finally snapping out of his daze, realized he needed to check on things.
The crowd, keeping their distance, started inching closer.
Zephyr, over on his side, was already standing on his own. He genuinely felt… completely healed.
Akainu, though? Not so much.
Even with Sengoku trying to pull him up, he didn’t want to budge.
What he’d just gone through was a bit too inhumane.
Why did he have to endure this kind of treatment?
Akainu’s heart was screaming with injustice.
With Sengoku’s persistent tugging, Akainu finally staggered to his feet.
Looking at Akainu’s utterly grim expression, Sengoku knew now wasn’t the time for questions.
But he had to know.
“How do you feel? Are you really healed? Your organs, your neck—are they all fixed?” Sengoku asked, staring in disbelief at Akainu’s head and jaw, which had regrown in such a short time.
He couldn’t tell if the healing was legit.
If it was, then that kid Chiba had just pulled off something incredible.
Hearing Sengoku’s question, Akainu’s sour face shifted as he finally checked his own condition.
And when he did, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
Two words.
Completely. Healed.
Every injury—gone.
His near-shattered organs, the head and jaw that had just been reattached minutes ago—all fixed.
He was injury-free.
The realization hit Akainu like a tidal wave.
All that nonsense Chiba pulled… it actually worked?
Those were injuries severe enough to cripple even an Admiral like him!
If the price of full recovery was what he’d just endured…
Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t entirely unacceptable.
Everything comes at a cost, after all.
With that thought, Akainu’s sour mood lightened just a tad.
Looking up at Sengoku, he spoke honestly. “All my injuries are completely…”
His voice trailed off, growing quieter until he stopped entirely.
His face was a mask of utter shock.
Sengoku, standing in front of him, looked like his eyes were about to pop out.
The surrounding crowd? Completely dumbfounded.
It wasn’t anything else—it was Akainu’s voice.
It was a woman’s voice!
And not just any woman’s voice—a ridiculously high-pitched, cutesy loli voice!
On a gruff guy like Akainu? It was beyond jarring.
Akainu? A loli?
“My voice…” Akainu spoke again, unable to believe it.
But there was no denying it.
It was true. His voice had turned into a loli’s.
Wait, bro… isn’t this price a bit too high?
Sengoku, snapping back to reality, whipped around to face Zephyr. “What about you? Say something!”
Sengoku’s voice was urgent.
Zephyr, under the weight of everyone’s stares, started to panic.
He cleared his throat…
And, well, just from that, everyone already knew.
This guy… was an “onee-san”.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 1,000,000 negative points!]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 940,000 negative points!]
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