Glory of the Murloc of the Pirate

In the second half of the Grand Line, in the sea area called the New World, there is an island called Punk Hassad.

This is an uninhabited island with undulating mountains. Although the island is covered with lush forests, it has always been deserted. Even pirates are unwilling to land here because it is close to the naval base.

But in fact, this is just an appearance.

Underground on this island, there is a huge experimental base. This is where the Navy's scientific force is stationed, and various cutting-edge research unknown to the outside world is quietly carried out here.

Deep in the base, in a room made of all metal, Brett was doing squats while sweating like rain.

Brett looks very young, and he is actually very young. He is only sixteen years old this year, but he is already over three meters tall. He is tall and strong but does not look bloated at all.

His skin is a little too fair, which makes his tough appearance look a little softer.

He seemed to have been exercising for a long time, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, but he still squatted and stood up like a machine.

The reason why he keeps doing this is very simple. With handcuffs on his hands and shackles on his feet, he can only do relatively simple exercises.

Of course Bright was not at this research base as a scientific researcher; on the contrary, he was brought here as an object to be studied.

"call--"

Finally, Brett's body reached its limit and he fell to the ground with a heavy sound. He gasped for air and slumped on the ground for a while before his breathing calmed down slightly.

"I wonder how Aaron and the others are doing? They probably won't feel too good. After all, they are in Impel Down City."

He turned sideways, leaning awkwardly against the wall, muttering to himself.

The reason for the awkwardness is that there is a sharp dorsal fin on his back that penetrates his clothes, making it impossible for him to fully lean his back against the wall.

If you look carefully, you can also see that there are three cracks on both sides of Bright's neck, his teeth are very sharp, and there are also webs between his fingers that are vaguely visible.

"Really, do I still have time to worry about them? I can't even protect myself."

Brett muttered quietly.

I'm afraid I'm the worst time traveler, right?

This is something I just remembered not long ago. It turns out that I am a time traveler, coming from another world that is completely different from this sea.

But the world we live in now is a comic that I have been following in my previous life.

Time travel really does exist in the world, and it is time to travel into a comic book world.

All I can say is, it's really amazing.

Bright in this life comes from a country that connects the first half and the second half of the Grand Line, the Fishman Island 10,000 meters below the sea, where fishmen and mermaids live.

Strictly speaking, it is Fishman Street on Fishman Island, where Bright spent the first thirteen years of his life.

Brett is a fishman, but not quite.

It can be seen from his appearance that he looks closer to humans than fish-men.

He is a half-blood, or half-fish man.

One of his father or mother was a fish-man or mermaid, who gave him the blood of a fish-man, and the other gave him human blood. He didn't know the specific division of labor, after all, they had never met each other again.

But it doesn't matter, no matter which side it is, it will not affect the reality that he was abandoned in Fishman Street.

That place is the most chaotic place on Fish-Man Island. It was originally an orphanage, but later became a gathering place for bad boys.

Brett suffered a lot here due to his special status.

Fortunately, the leader of Fishman Street, a man named Fisher Tiger, did not want to see a child with fishman blood flowing on his body die in front of his eyes.

Bright spent his childhood and gradually won the recognition of the fish people in Fishman Street with his physical advantages.

Since he was very young, he has been following his elder brothers, Tiger, Jinbe, and Aaron. Of course, the one he admires the most is Tiger.

So three years ago, when Tiger made a big fuss in Mariejoia and returned to Fish-Man Island to form the Sun Pirates, Bright, who was only thirteen years old at the time, chose to join without hesitation, becoming the youngest on the ship.

member.

After three years of free sailing, the nightmare still occurred.

She just wanted to send a certain child back to her hometown, but she was betrayed by the humans on the island and ambushed by the navy. Brother Tiger died as a result.

Bright, filled with anger, chose to follow the furious Aaron to take revenge on the humans on the island, but ended up meeting a certain man.

A man who will soon be called 'Kizaru'.

Now thinking back to the light that shone in front of his eyes that day, Brett still has lingering fears.

That monster showed overwhelming power.

It was during that time between life and death that the memories that had been sealed due to reincarnation were finally completely unsealed.

Brett remembered everything.

But it was too late, Brother Tiger was dead, and he could not escape.

Everyone was arrested and sent to Impel Down.

However, Brett, who had recovered his past life memories at that time, was not too worried about this matter.

Because he knew that within a year at most, Jinbei would agree to the government's request and become the new Shichibukai, and in exchange, all arrested members of the Sun Pirates would be released.

Impel Down is not a good place, but if it only lasts for a year, Bright is confident that he can survive it.

However, when arriving at Impel Down City, something unexpected happened.

All the murlocs were escorted off the ship to Impel Down, except Bright.

"Someone is very interested in your bloodline." Kizaru said.

Then Brett was brought here.

Brett did not expect that the power he relied on in the past would actually become a stumbling block for him.

His bloodline is indeed somewhat special.

Bright is a megalodon-type fish-man.

In this world, the megalodon is also an ancient fish that has disappeared into the sea a long time ago. But what is different from the previous life is that the megalodon in this world is said to be even larger, a super giant with a body size of more than a kilometer.

The Neptune species were the overlords of the sea that dominated Qinghai in ancient times.

However, although the megalodon has disappeared, the fish-men and mermaids have inherited the blood of all fishes. The bloodlines of the newborns on Fish-man Island are all random. The blood of fish and mermaids contains all the blood from ancient times.

Fish lineage.

Children born to the same pair of fish-men or mermaid parents often have completely different bloodlines, and all the bloodlines hidden deep in the body may be awakened.

Bright is lucky, his half of the fishman blood is the megalodon that has not been seen on the fishman island for a long, long time.

As a half-fishman, he was able to grow up well in Fishman Street, and his bloodline helped a lot.

There are also differences among murlocs. The megalodon is certainly one of the top bloodlines among all murlocs.

The average strength of ordinary fishmen is ten times that of ordinary humans, and Bright himself is about ten times that of ordinary fishmen. After years of training, he can definitely be called a little superman.

It was with this power that he was able to gain a firm foothold in the Sun Pirates.

But now, because of this power, he has been spotted by a guy named Vegapunk, who wants to get a glimpse of the power of the ancient times from Bright's bloodline.

So now Brett is being held here.

It has been more than three months now.

In the past three months, he has been very calm. He eats when the navy delivers food, exercises silently when he is not busy, and cooperates honestly when research requires his cooperation.

The navy's attitude towards him gradually relaxed.

so--

"It should be almost done, right?"

Brett planned to do something, he didn't want his life to stop in this base.

He went to take a shower in the bathroom that came with the cell, and then lay down on the bed in a daze.

Time passes gradually.

"Fish feed tonight."

The food delivery port under the closed metal door opened, and the navy outside handed in a dinner plate full of food, and conveniently took back the empty dinner plate that Bright had placed at the door.

Brett stood up. Because of the shackles, he couldn't take too big steps, but at least it wasn't to the point where he could only jump.

After walking to the door and picking up the dinner plate, Brett sat back on the bed next to the wall and started eating dinner.

The food can be said to be rich, a few toasted and fragrant white breads, accompanied by a few large pieces of grilled meat with the same fragrant aroma, then a bowl of vegetable salad, a bowl of broth, and finally a large bottle of water.

Balanced nutrition and sufficient calories.

It's hard to imagine this was for prisoners.

There is no trace of human discrimination against fish-men at all.

But Bright knew that there was only one reason why he was treated like this. That guy from Vegapunk didn't want him to be malnourished.

It's like raising a white mouse until it becomes fat and white.

But Brett didn't care. That's not a bad thing, is it?

Anyway, it’s already like this. It’s better to have something delicious than nothing.

But Brett didn't finish the meal. In the past, even if he licked the plate clean, he could only be considered to be eight-tenths full of food. Tonight, Brett ate slower and slower, and in the end, half of the food was left with a frown on his face.

Brett seemed uncomfortable. He finally put the dinner plate at the door, turned off the light, and lay back on the bed.

He was lying on the bed tossing and turning, holding his stomach and frowning.

After this continued for about half an hour, Brett couldn't sleep and got out of bed to exercise again. He stood up, turned on the light, stood upside down in the middle of the room, and started doing handstand push-ups.

This lasted for more than an hour, until Brett was sweating profusely again.

Then, Brett's originally stable body trembled, and then, suddenly, his body fell to the ground with a thud.

Brett's expression became extremely distorted, and he looked very ferocious with the sweat all over his body. His body was bent like a shrimp, and his hands were covering his stomach, and all the muscles in his body were trembling.

He turned his head to look at a certain corner of the room, then forced his head back, gritting his teeth so hard that no sound came out.

It looks like a sudden illness.