One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 384: Rejecting Humanity — The Hell Demon God Descends
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Chapter 384: Rejecting Humanity — The Hell Demon God Descends
"Damn it..."
"Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!!"
Imu’s body trembled. It was the pinnacle of rage, but also the depths of absolute terror.
She finally understood the meaning behind Blake’s gaze.
A dimensional strike.
This was a complete and utter difference in dimensions!
In the eyes of the people of this world, the Haki techniques she prided herself on looked like a barbarian haphazardly swinging a club.
Crude!
Primitive!
Vulnerable!
Offstage, Blake was holding a cup of cola, watching the scene unfold with a beaming smile.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Haki might be a great jack-of-all-trades power system."
"But when it clashes with an entirely unreasonable energy system like Ki, it’s at a severe disadvantage."
"After all..."
"Haki can only strengthen the body itself."
"But Ki? That’s an energy capable of blowing the moon out of the sky."
"They aren’t even in the same weight class."
In the arena, Imu had been backed into an absolute corner.
Her Armament Haki was shattered.
Her Observation Haki couldn’t keep up with the opponent’s blinding speed.
Her Conqueror’s Haki Coating was effortlessly punctured.
She had lost.
Thoroughly and utterly lost!
And she was being slaughtered like a dog in front of tens of thousands by some nameless, three-eyed freak!
This humiliation...
It was worse than killing her!
"No..."
Imu lowered her head. Her long, messy hair fell forward, completely obscuring her face.
In the shadows, her ringed eyes had turned a furious, bloodshot red. A bone-chilling aura began to awaken from deep within her body.
If I can’t win using the rules of humans...
If the pirate system is completely suppressed...
Then I’ll just stop being human!
"I am..."
"A GOD!!"
BOOM!!
Imu abruptly snapped her head up. Her frail body suddenly and violently expanded!
The pitch-black robes she wore burst into shreds. Massive, thick chunks of black shadows poured out of her body like living, writhing creatures.
It was the absolute berserk state of her Devil Fruit’s core essence!
It was also her greatest trump card as the master of the Empty Throne!
If my techniques are outmatched, then I’ll swallow you whole with the body of a monster!
"ROAR—!!!"
An inhuman bellow pierced the clouds.
The sky over the entire venue instantly plunged into darkness!
"Holy crap..."
"That guy... turned into a monster?!"
Pitch black.
Absolute blackness.
Like a shattered bottle of ink, it instantly dyed the entire sky a sickly black. The previously bright and sunny martial arts arena was now completely shrouded in a suffocating, freezing aura.
Every single spectator felt as if an icy hand had just wrapped tightly around their throats.
"What... is that thing?"
Krillin leaped out of his chair, his eyes bulging wide. To his ki senses, the somewhat "human" aura of the black-robed fighter in the ring had completely vanished.
In its place was a twisted, chaotic abyss overflowing with pure tyranny and malice!
Crack... Crack...
In the center of the ring, the black mist violently surged. A massive, grotesque silhouette was slowly rising from the darkness.
It no longer possessed a human shape.
The originally slender body had swollen to a towering height of four or five meters. With the black robes completely shredded, a terrifying, pitch-black body was fully exposed—it looked as if it were formed from flowing, viscous black tar!
Its head was enormous. Its limbs were spindly and razor-sharp, heavily resembling the appendages of some grotesque arthropod.
But the most scalp-numbing feature of all...
Was the sharp, arrow-like tail growing directly out of its back!
This was the ultimate nightmare of the pirate world. The master of the Empty Throne.
Imu’s Devil Fruit—Mythical Zoan, Model: Hell Demon God (Mimicry)!
"Huff... Huff..."
Heavy, labored breathing rasped outward like a broken pair of bellows.
With every single exhalation, the surrounding ground inexplicably withered and cracked apart. It was the physical manifestation of life force being forcibly plundered!
"So this is... your true face?"
Tien Shinhan hovered in mid-air. He stared down at the creature radiating a towering, malevolent aura, his brow deeply furrowed.
As a pure martial artist, he felt an instinctual disgust toward this power. It was filled with "impurities" and "malice." This wasn’t power obtained through rigorous training and discipline.
It felt more like a deformed, aberrant monstrosity birthed by forcibly stuffing countless curses and endless resentment into a single body!
"Hehehe..."
A low, hoarse chuckle rasped from the monster’s maw. The voice was entirely androgynous. There was only pure, unadulterated arrogance and madness.
"Mortal."
"To be able to force me to reveal this form..."
"You should feel honored."
Imu raised a massive, black, razor-sharp claw. Those crimson Rinnegan eyes glared piercingly out from the pitch-black contours of her face.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
An eerie, heavy heartbeat suddenly echoed throughout the entire venue.
Muffled.
Oppressive.
Like the rhythmic pounding of a drum right before a brutal execution. Every single beat induced a suffocating shortness of breath, as if the spectators’ hearts were being slowly crushed in an invisible grip.
If Luffy’s Nika form represented the "Drums of Liberation," bringing a sense of ultimate freedom and laughter...
Then Imu’s heartbeat right now was the "Drums of Suppression"!
It was the absolute authority that had ruled the world for eight hundred years, the indomitable will of a tyrant intent on grinding all rebellion into the dust!
"This is... the power of a god!!"
Imu roared at the heavens.
BOOM—!!
Black Haki erupted like a violent volcanic eruption, instantly wrapping heavily around her massive, monstrous body.
But this time, it wasn’t just a simple coating.
It was a total fusion!
Her flowing, black physical form merged perfectly with her Armament Haki! They became utterly indistinguishable from one another!
"DIE!!"
Imu moved.
Without warning, that gigantic black body displayed an eerie agility that completely defied the laws of physics. She moved like a splash of ink violently flicked through the air.
Whoosh!
The black shadow flashed, and that razor-sharp tail thrust toward the exact center of Tien Shinhan’s brow like a heavy spear!
Fast!
It was more than twice as fast as her previous human form!
Moreover, this wasn’t just raw, blinding speed. It carried a bizarre, reality-bending rule power along with it—a "sure-hit" effect!
Tien Shinhan’s three pupils contracted sharply.
He felt as though the space around him had been completely locked down. No matter where he tried to dodge, that tail would accurately pierce right through his skull!
"Since I can’t dodge it..."
"Then I’ll just break it!"
Tien Shinhan let out an explosive shout. The white ki aura blazing fiercely around his body instantly flared out, heavily resembling the roaring precursor to a Super Saiyan transformation.
Instead of retreating, he lunged forward. Clasping his hands together like a massive sledgehammer, he viciously smashed them down onto the incoming tail!
"Volleyball Fist!!"
BANG—!!!
The sickeningly dull thud caused the entire arena to violently shudder.
However, the scene that followed deeply shocked everyone.
Tien Shinhan’s rock-shattering strike slammed directly into Imu’s tail, yet there was no satisfying sound of fracturing bone. Instead, it felt exactly like he had punched into a thick mound of viscous asphalt!
The black tail softened and deformed in an instant, flawlessly neutralizing every ounce of Tien Shinhan’s kinetic impact!
Immediately after.
Squélch!
The moment the previously fluid tail made direct contact with Tien Shinhan’s skin, it hardened to become infinitely tougher than diamond!
A bloody gash was instantly torn across Tien Shinhan’s arm.
"What?!"
Tien Shinhan’s pupils quaked.
In that split second, his opponent’s physical properties had shifted at least three times!
Soft as water.
Tough as rubber.
Hard as steel!
It was as if the elastic traits of the Gum-Gum Fruit, the total fluidity of a Logia, and the indestructible hardness of Armament Haki had all been perfectly stitched together into one entity!
"This is... absolute freedom!"
A vicious, mocking smirk twisted across Imu’s grotesque, massive black face.
If Nika was the freedom of "imagination," then she was the absolute freedom of "matter"!
Her body could take any shape, and it could assume any hardness! She was the absolute master of all creation!
"GET DOWN HERE!!"
Imu’s giant black claw violently swiped out.
Her arm stretched out with the bizarre, horrifying elasticity of rubber, instantly coiling tightly around Tien Shinhan’s waist.
Then, she viciously yanked downward!
CRASH!!
Tien Shinhan was swung like a living meteor hammer and brutally slammed directly into the arena floor!
The already battered granite surface completely caved in and shattered. Countless shards of rubble went flying as a massive plume of dust and smoke rocketed into the sky.
"Hssss..."
The spectators in the stands sucked in a collective breath of cold air.
That three-eyed muscular man who had been thoroughly dominating the black-robed fighter... had actually been reverse-killed in a single move?
"HAHAHAHA!!"
"Do you see it now?!"
"THIS is the power of a god!!"
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