The Greatest Disgrace in Marine History-Chapter 244 - 146: Congratulations, You’ve Become the Electric Flying Squirrel
Chapter 244 - 146: Congratulations, You’ve Become the Electric Flying Squirrel
"How would you even know what shit tastes like? Don't tell me—you've eaten it before?"
Watching Momonga lying there, dry-heaving with a red face, Darren couldn't help but burst into smug laughter.
The taste of a Devil Fruit was truly indescribable—something like sewer rot mixed with old sock stench, bitter and sour like some nightmare you never want to relive. One bite, and you'd wish you hadn't been born.
"You bastard..."
Hearing Darren teasing him so casually while smoking on the couch, Momonga trembled with rage, fighting the bile rising in his throat as he struggled violently.
But his arms and legs were still pinned to the ground by magnetic force, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
Suddenly—
His mind went blank.
A strange surge of energy erupted within him.
A blinding burst of lightning flared in the office, so dazzling it was as if a thousand birds were shrieking in unison.
In stunned disbelief, Momonga looked down as his body began to melt—no, transform—into a flow of pure blue plasma.
His limbs, now made of lightning, slipped effortlessly through the metallic restraints like liquid, breaking free without resistance.
"This is..."
The flickering energy gathered again, reshaping into his original form.
He stood there, awestruck, staring at his crackling hands, feeling a flood of uncontainable power rushing through his veins.
Then—clink.
A rusted, blackened bullet fragment fell from his left knee, clattering crisply onto the floor.
Momonga's eyes widened slightly. The moment he saw it, something stirred within him.
The persistent pain that had plagued his knee for years... vanished.
"This is..."
"Elementalization," Darren said as he lit another cigar, grinning. "Congratulations. You've become lightning itself."
Momonga took a deep breath, carefully sensing the transformation.
His body felt... light. Feather-light. As if he weighed nothing at all.
Yet deep inside, he could tell—he was now a vessel of cataclysmic power.
Of course, he knew this was just the rush from the Rumble-Rumble Fruit. The surge of newfound power could easily lead to illusions.
He steadied himself, mentally reigning in the volatile new ability.
As he focused, the lightning dancing around his body began to fade, and his form stabilized.
"Unprecedented... strength."
He exhaled deeply, looked up at Darren, and spoke quietly but firmly.
Darren chuckled.
"Guess that crap wasn't such a bad meal after all, huh?"
Momonga: "..."
Darren puffed his cigar thoughtfully, then snapped his fingers.
"Let's go. To the training grounds. Let's see what you've got."
A mischievous thought crossed his mind.
Momonga, now fused with lightning... Electric Flying Squirrel, perhaps?
Momonga blinked, then laughed, his eyes shining with eagerness.
"Let's go!"
He wanted to see just how powerful the Rumble-Rumble Fruit truly was.
And how far he could push it.
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"Hey, who's that walking next to Captain Momonga?"
"Is that—?!"
"Commodore Darren!"
"Darren's back!!"
"Commodore Darren! How's life in HQ?"
"Is it true you fought Kaido?!"
"..."
As they made their way to the training grounds, Darren's appearance caused an instant stir.
Sailors erupted with excitement as they saw the cigar-smoking commodore, hands in his pockets, walking like he owned the place.
To every Marine in the North Blue, the name Rogers Darren wasn't just legendary—it was irreplaceable.
Under his command, the North Blue Marines had risen to dominance. Even the lowest-ranked sailor lived better than their counterparts elsewhere.
Without exaggeration, the current strength and scale of the North Blue Fleet could be attributed to one man.
That's why each and every Marine here revered and adored him from the bottom of their hearts.
Even though he'd stepped down as Supreme Commander and gone to train in Marine Headquarters, any news about Darren that reached the North Blue was devoured like gospel.
Darren's power was the North Blue's power.
His glory, their glory.
"Long time no see, everyone."
With a broad grin, Darren waved to the crowd of eager Marines.
He chatted briefly, then politely asked them to return to their duties.
Without hesitation, they saluted and dispersed.
Soon, the training ground was empty.
Cold sea wind howled across the barren field, lifting golden dust into the air.
Darren and Momonga stood ten meters apart, facing off.
"Come," Darren said calmly. "Hit me with whatever you've got."
Momonga had only just eaten the fruit. He was a blank slate—he hadn't yet explored or developed its power.
This was just a test to see how well he could grasp its potential.
Momonga hesitated.
"You sure? The Rumble-Rumble Fruit... its power isn't exactly—well, I mean, never mind. I forgot you're basically a monster."
He rubbed his forehead in exasperation and prepared himself.
He raised his hand, focusing on Darren from afar.
"Discharge: 100,000 Volts!!"
Lightning surged from his arm, condensing into a roaring bolt that cracked through the air and slammed toward Darren!
The thunderclap tore through the sky, scorching the ground as it went.
Momonga held back. Despite Darren's monstrous resilience, he wasn't taking any chances.
But Darren didn't dodge.
The bolt slammed into him, sizzling loudly.
Electric arcs crawled over his body like angry needles, charring his uniform black, tearing it to tatters.
"Hmm... not bad," Darren muttered, his voice calm.
"But holding back? That's just a waste."
He smiled darkly, then raised his arm.
With a sweep of his hand, the lightning vanished into thin air.
Swish!
Darren tore off the smoldering remnants of his shirt—and launched forward like a cannonball.
The earth beneath him exploded, forming a massive crater.
The shockwave rocked the entire field.
"Guess it's time I gave you a little pressure."
Darren grinned.
Momonga's eyes widened.
He couldn't track Darren's movements.
A fist, wreathed in pitch-black Armament Haki, filled his vision.
Momonga: "￥@%@#%??"
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To be continued...
