Pirates of the National Comics Inheritance System

Carl looked at the person in front of him in surprise and touched his chin.

He always felt that something was wrong. Why couldn't he say the words when they came to his lips?

"I am Carl!"

The person in front of him spoke, but he just felt that something was wrong.

"Your name is Carl!"

Carl was about to nod subconsciously, but then he thought about it and felt that there was something strange.

"Hey, no, you are Carl, then who am I."

A question mark appeared on Carl's head.

When I have a question mark, it is not me who has a problem, but you who has a problem.

"Smith?"

"Good Smith, you'll be fine if I don't beat you up!"

After finding something wrong, he immediately looked in the direction where Smith fell just now.

Sure enough, he found that Smith was not there. Thinking about the fruit of transformation he had eaten, he showed a funny expression on his face.

"Captain, spare me..."

Sure enough, it was Smith. After finding that he was discovered by Carl, he immediately ran around the stool on the platform.

Fortunately, there were more than a dozen stools on the platform, and the two chased each other and it was very lively.

After a fight, Carl and Carl sat in the same place.

"How do you feel about becoming me?"

After stopping, Carl asked the essential question.

The Transformation Fruit should not be like the Imitation Fruit that Fengkelei ate.

It can only imitate its shape, not its spirit, right?

If so, then the ability of this fruit is really nothing to look at.

"Lord Carl, you are really strong."

"I can only imitate a small part of your strength now."

"But I feel that this small part of your strength can easily crush me."

Carl in front of him was constantly touching his muscles and chest.

His face was intoxicated.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Don't disgust me, change back quickly."

Looking at a person who looks exactly like him, touching his skin.

He felt his scalp tingling, he is not a pervert.

"Hahaha... uh..."

"Okay, I'll change back right away."

Smith was excited about the surging power in his body.

Suddenly seeing Carl's gradually cold eyes, it seemed that the stop button was pressed.

The next moment, Smith returned to his original appearance.

"You two can combine forces."

Carl actually guessed that Smith could inherit some of the power of the transformed characters.

But if that's the case, then I don't know...

"How to combine forces?"

Jennifer also recovered some of her strength at this time, got up and walked to the side of the two people and sat down.

"What I mean is that you let Smith touch the characters you transformed."

Carl paused.

He didn't know if Smith could imitate those mythical characters, but it's better to have them than not.

"In this way, Smith can imitate those characters."

Carl touched his chin and thought about the feasibility of this.

"No way, that child just now?"

Smith raised a question as soon as Carl finished speaking.

The one just now was obviously a three-year-old child.

What kind of strength can he have?

"If they are all like that, I don't need to."

Smith waved his hands repeatedly. He didn't want to become a child.

From his face to his body, he showed resistance.

"I think the law of true fragrance is talking about people like you."

Carl shook his head with a wry smile. Smith just didn't know how to be grateful for what he had. He will have a hard time in the future.

"Those characters are all very strong."

"Didn't you see Jennifer could only hold out for 15 seconds?"

"You'll understand later."

Carl stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"That seems to be true."

Smith thought about it carefully. Indeed, even Jennifer could only summon the character for 15 seconds.

He could at least transform into Captain Carl and hold out for dozens of minutes.

So, is Captain Carl so much weaker than that kid?

"What are you doing?"

Carl noticed Smith's malicious peeking and felt a little strange.

"Nothing, nothing."

Smith waved his hands repeatedly. He didn't dare to say what he was thinking.

"Okay, you two go back and hone your devil fruit abilities."

Carl turned and left after he finished speaking.

The devil fruit was distributed in the hope that the two of them could master it as quickly as possible.

It would be best if they could develop it to awakening, so that it would play a decisive role in the battle of God Valley three years later.

North Sea!

"Hey, Borsalino, look at this."

Borsalino and his playmate Sayati, the two stood under the tree and looked at the wasp's nest above.

"Swoosh!"

"Pah!"

While Borsalino looked up, Sayati picked up a stone on the ground and threw it upward.

"How terrible."

Borsalino was already proficient in using this catchphrase at a young age.

Borsalino's small expression showed great fear, and he quickly dragged Sayati and ran for their lives.

The two hurried to the river and jumped in.

The wasp flew to the water and stayed on the water for five minutes before flying back to the nest.

"Puff!"

"Hahaha!"

Sayati rushed out from the water as soon as he saw the wasp fly away.

"How terrible."

Borsalino followed closely behind. The two had already reached their limit and crawled to the shore and lay on the ground in a mess.

"Sayati, go home for dinner."

Sayati's mother shouted from a distance.

The sky did become dark.

"Borsalino, I'll go back first."

Sayeti looked at Borsalino reluctantly.

Because he knew that Borsalino's parents died when he was young, and now he is alone.

Living alone in an empty room, so whenever he has time, Sayeti will come to play with Borsalino.

"You go back first."

Borsalino has long been accustomed to such a life.

He stood by the stream, looking at Sayeti enviously as he threw himself into his mother's arms.

Who doesn't want to get a hug from his mother?

"Is this the place?"

"It should be here."

Borsalino heard the sound coming from the shore in the distance, and hurriedly lay on the ground and observed carefully.

Two men in black suits came from the shore and walked towards his home.

"Hurry up and find them, so we can go back and report."

"That's right."

Borsalino lay on the river bank, watching the two people walking away, and was so scared that he didn't dare to move.

"They are not here to see me, are they?"

Borsalino saw the two people walking away, and he quickly took a shortcut back home.

"Hua La Hua La!"

After a short packing, he put his clothes and the makeup box left by his mother in the suitcase.

After thinking for a while, there should be nothing important that he forgot to take.

He nodded and was about to walk out the door with the suitcase.

"Squeak!"

"Your name is Borsalino, right?"

The next moment the door was opened from the outside. What came into view was the two men in suits that he had just seen on the shore.

Borsalino looked at the men in suits in front of him, and there was a photo in his hand. He turned it over and found that it was his face.

"I am, what can I do for you?"

Borsalino answered calmly and made a vigilant gesture at the same time.

Although he didn't know what the two people wanted to see him for, it didn't look like they were doing anything good.

Although Borsalino was only 14 years old, the situation at home had forced him to become precocious.

So he kept thinking about the escape route in his mind.