Chapter 878 - 878: An Extremely Special Ability

"Being destined by the entire world to become Poseidon from the moment she was born? Isn't that a little too exaggerated?"

Zoro sat cross-legged on the carpet, holding the polishing cloth for his katana, but his movements had completely frozen.

He clicked his tongue softly, his brows knitted together.

As a swordsman who sweated every day while pushing his body to its limits, it was hard for him to imagine that there could actually be monsters in this world who were born as supreme powerhouses.

"Is that really so exaggerated?"

Sanji leaned against the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of strong liquor, tilted his head back, and downed it in one go. A deep, bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "What if I told you that the moment that girl Shirahoshi was born into this world from her mother's womb, she already possessed A-rank combat power without having to do anything at all?"

The suite instantly fell silent.

This was the fundamental reason why Sanji had always found it difficult even to summon the motivation to work hard.

His brothers and sisters were simply too outstanding, whether in bloodline or talent, putting almost destructive mental pressure on him.

His eldest sister, Vivi, was the Minister of Justice. She possessed the Jehovah Mythical Zoan and had flawless overall ability and leadership.

His second sister, Shirahoshi, was the legendary Ancient Weapon Poseidon, favored by the will of the entire world from the moment she was born.

Not to mention his third sister, whose ability was the most bizarre of all... in front of these monsters who practically didn't belong to the human category, only Sanji was an ordinary mortal.

This also meant that in the future, he was destined to never go as far as those sisters.

So later, Sanji simply gave up on competing.

His thinking was simple. Being able to cook a good meal and be a family member at the bottom who didn't hold everyone back was already enough.

Trying to compete with those monsters?

That was simply asking to humiliate himself.

Zoro suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air. His whole body seemed to deflate like a punctured balloon, and a deep bitterness appeared on his face.

"A-level strength from infancy? You've got to be kidding me. That's way too ridiculous," Zoro stared blankly at his hands, covered in calluses from years of wielding swords.

The starting point others were born with was already far above the endpoint he had reached after decades of training day after day.

That hopeless gap, like an impassable chasm, gave him an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

What meaning did his sweat and hard work even have in this world?

Seeing Zoro's lost expression, Sanji immediately realized that he had said too much, "Enough. Let's not talk about Shirahoshi anymore. Hearing too much about her will break your spirit."

Sanji shook his head and decisively cut off the subject.

That was simply how things were. For young people who were still pursuing their dreams, coming into contact with monsters of this level too early wouldn't motivate them. Instead, it would become deadly poison.

Once a young person's spirit was extinguished by that overwhelming sense of hopelessness that could never be overcome, they were finished.

The companions who were willing to follow him to stay at the hotel were all pretty good. He didn't want a moment of his own emotional rambling to shatter their confidence and make them give up on their dreams completely.

"Phew... you're right. I don't want to hear Princess Shirahoshi's story anymore either. Just hearing the beginning already makes me so jealous I could go crazy."

Nami collapsed onto the sofa and patted her chest, still shaken.

A top-tier background that was absurdly powerful, innate talent that crushed all others, and the unparalleled beauty rumored to be capable of turning the whole world upside down...

She was practically a perfect existence that gathered every beautiful thing in the world into one person.

For ordinary people, even just listening to her story as bystanders would leave them feeling deeply powerless and inferior.

To shift the oppressive mood, Nami suddenly remembered something and turned to Sanji, "By the way, I remember that in the information the World Government made public, Sanji, besides Vivi and Shirahoshi, you also have another younger sister, right?"

At this question, Sanji's hand reaching for his cigarette pack paused.

It was obvious that a complicated hesitation and headache appeared on his face.

"There is indeed another younger sister. Her name is Conis."

"What happened?"

Zoro keenly caught the change in Sanji's expression and raised an eyebrow, "Looking at you like you've eaten a dead fly, it seems like she's not easy to talk about. If even you, the Crown Prince, find her troublesome, then this younger sister of yours must be pretty extraordinary, huh?"

He had already heard half the story about someone as terrifying as Shirahoshi.

He really didn't believe there could be an even more outrageous existence.

Before Sanji could speak, Usopp, who had been sitting nearby, suddenly raised his head. His eyes lit up, and in an almost devout and fervent tone, he blurted out, "Princess Conis is obviously wonderful! She's the most elegant and perfect woman in the world! Don't you know? She's proficient in every musical instrument in the world, and she's the princess with the most outstanding appearance and figure in the entire World Government! As the World Government's image ambassador, she's practically the embodiment of purity and beauty!"

Listening to Usopp's fervent praise, which sounded like he was reciting scripture, Sanji helplessly covered his face with one hand and glanced at him with an extremely speechless and pitying look.

This was precisely why he desperately didn't want to discuss his third sister, Conis.

Everyone who had heard her name would automatically assume that Conis was a pure, flawless, and absolutely perfect girl.

But how could someone like that possibly exist?

Even Vivi and Shirahoshi had a ton of flaws.

"Eh?"

Nami looked at Usopp in surprise.

"This is the first time I've ever heard Usopp praise a woman other than Princess Shirahoshi and Kaya with such fancy words."

Although Usopp usually liked to brag, he rarely showed the kind of fanatical devotion of a die-hard fan toward an unrelated woman.

As for Nami herself, she didn't have a particularly deep impression of this princess named Conis.

She only vaguely remembered that Conis was indeed the World Government's image ambassador.

Before every major event held by the World Government, an Image Transponder Snail would always broadcast footage of her sitting in the Holy Land or high in the clouds, playing a piece on the harp.

According to rumors, anyone who heard this princess's harp music, no matter how much negative emotion they had in their hearts or how much resentment they held toward the World Government, would forget all their troubles and hatred for a long time afterward, becoming calm and obedient.

"This... is really hard for me to explain to you."

Sanji sighed deeply and took a hard drag of his cigarette, letting the nicotine numb his tense nerves for a moment before giving an extremely stern yet ambiguous warning, "Anyway, if you ever get the chance to meet her in the future, take my advice and stay as far away from her as possible. Don't listen to her play the harp, don't talk to her, and even more importantly, don't think about her in your mind. This is for your own good."

"Eh?"

Nami and Zoro looked at each other, completely unable to understand why Sanji had suddenly given them such a warning.

It didn't make sense.

'Could she really be that terrifying?'

But in the next second, Nami understood.

Or rather, she was forced to understand in an extremely horrifying way.

Without warning, Nami discovered that she had lost control of her body.

Her back, which had been relaxed against the sofa, suddenly straightened with extreme elegance.

Her lively eyes instantly became incredibly seductive.

Then a coquettish, nasal voice filled with deep resentment and childish sweetness suddenly came out of Nami's mouth, "Oh my~ My dear Brother Sanji, do you really dislike little Conis that much? You even say things like that about me behind my back. I'm so sad~"

It was completely Nami's voice, yet somehow pieced together into the voice of a completely unfamiliar woman.

The key was that these weren't words Nami wanted to say herself. It wasn't even a voice she wanted to make.

She was like a puppet controlled by strings. Under the influence of some mysterious force, she smoothly and naturally used her own vocal cords to speak these unbelievable words, without the slightest resistance.

The bizarre scene made Zoro instantly draw Wado Ichimonji from his waist and retreat two steps as if facing a great enemy.

"W-What's going on?"

After briefly losing control, Nami regained a trace of clarity.

She opened her eyes in terror, tightly hugging her own shoulders with both hands as cold sweat instantly soaked her back.

She felt like something was wrong with her.

It was as if something invisible had silently invaded her body.

"Aunt Nami, don't be scared. It's okay~"

However, that feeling of losing control descended again.

The corners of Nami's mouth rose uncontrollably into an extremely sweet smile, and that same coquettish voice came from her mouth again, "Little Conis is just borrowing your voice for a little while. After all, you wouldn't want to see cute little Conis being forced to use Zoro or Usopp's rough voices to talk to Brother Sanji during communications, would you?"

Hearing herself call Nami "Aunt Nami" again and again while even clearly teasing the companions beside her, Nami felt a chill shoot from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head, raising goosebumps all over her body.

Now she completely understood.

This was definitely the doing of that Conis whom Usopp had praised to the heavens.

'But what the hell is this ability?'

She had been sitting perfectly normally in the hotel. How had Conis, who was far away, suddenly possessed her?

"Enough, Conis. Stop playing around. Put away that nasty little hobby of yours."

Sanji showed no surprise at all. He merely extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray with a deeply troubled expression and reminded her to watch her limits.

But afterward, his expression became extremely serious, "Still, it looks like your ability has become even stronger. You can actually manipulate the threads of fate here directly from Mary Geoise, across half the planet."

'Threads of fate?'

'What kind of vague, intangible thing is that?'

The more Nami listened, the more confused she became, but from those two words, she could roughly guess that what Conis had done to her was definitely not simply possession or taking over her body.

But if it wasn't spiritual possession, how had she managed to control her from such a distance?

Just as she was thinking about this, that strange feeling of being controlled came again.

"Aunt Nami~ Since little Conis has been so well-behaved and called you Aunt, can you lend me your body again so I can talk to Brother for a little longer?"

Conis's overly sweet voice echoed in Nami's mind and naturally came out of her mouth.

This time, Nami was completely conscious and could even control her own limbs.

She immediately shook her head and, with a look of utter helplessness, indicated, "Whatever. Use it! Use it as much as you want!"

Nami was a smart person who knew how to read the situation.

Conis was a top-level little princess of the World Government. She had even called her Aunt. That was giving her more face than the heavens. How could she dare say no?

Besides, with this kind of ability, even if she wanted to refuse, did she have the slightest ability to resist?

Since she couldn't resist, she might as well lie down and accept it, letting her use it as much as she wanted.

She was merely a Chosen Princess. How could she compare to Rosse's biological daughter?

"Hehe~ Thank you, Aunt Nami! You're so nice~"

That coquettish voice cheerfully came from Nami's mouth.

"To thank Aunt, when Daddy wants to come play with you, I'll personally play the most beautiful piece of music for you two to enjoy~"

'There is absolutely no need to play that deadly piece of music!'

Hearing those words come out of her own mouth, words that were enough to send her straight to the grave, Nami frantically complained inside.

Then Nami seemed to have completely become a mouthpiece. Her body twisted at the waist uncontrollably, and she turned to Sanji, her eyes curving into crescent moons as she said with a smile, "Brother Sanji, your analysis just now was a tiny bit off~ I'm not in Mary Geoise right now. I'm in hell's reincarnation cycle right now~

Crack!

The wine glass Zoro had just picked up was crushed directly in his hand, and shards of glass fell all over the floor.

"H-Hell? That place... actually exists?"

Zoro, who had always feared neither heaven nor earth, was now speaking with an extremely unnatural tremor in his voice.

'Is the so-called underworld hell not just something that exists in legends?'

'Why does it sound from the princess's tone as if it is actually a real place?'

"It exists."

Compared with Zoro's shock, Sanji was much calmer. He lit another cigarette and sighed deeply, "The World Government, or rather, Dad, has long since completely taken control of the reincarnation cycle of hell in this world. This means that if you have enough qualifications, or have made contributions to the World Government, then in the future, not only can you live forever, you can even reincarnate endlessly in this world while retaining your complete memories."

This was precisely why the World Government could have countless die-hard supporters.

When even the death that ordinary people feared most had not only been overcome but had even become a bargaining chip in the hands of a god, who would dare resist? Who would still be willing to resist?

Sanji knew that Conis was simply like this, like a demon girl with absolutely no awareness of confidentiality, leaking secrets wherever and whenever she pleased.

But in fact, Sanji felt nothing about it.

Because he understood this third sister of his too well.

Since Conis had chosen to say these words at this particular time and place, then that meant that, within the web of fate in Conis's eyes, this piece of information that was enough to shake the world absolutely would not be leaked by anyone present today.

Because the Devil Fruit customized by Rosse for Conis was extremely special.

Paramecia: Fate-Fate Fruit.

Even though, because of its limits, this fruit could only manipulate the fate of all living beings in this world, for them right now, it was already an ability with no solution.

They couldn't beat it, and there was no way to fight it.

Before you even came into contact with her, you might already have submitted to her mentally.

Fate encompassed far, far too many things.