Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

Physical fitness +0.04!

Feeling the subtle and almost imperceptible changes in his body, Darren's eyes burst out with unprecedented light!

My heart was beating uncontrollably and accelerating!

Moved!

My physical strength, which had been stuck there for a long time... finally showed signs of loosening up again and then rising!

Although this 0.04 improvement is almost nothing, it is a good start after all, isn't it?

And that was just a "breath" that Magellan accidentally exhaled. If he used all his strength to attack himself and corroded himself with high-concentration venom... I believe the benefits to his physical training would also increase accordingly. high!

Breathing in poisonous mist every moment,

Rolling and bathing in deadly venom,

Or even swallow the toxin directly...

Once his thoughts opened up, Darren's eyes suddenly became flickering when he looked at Magellan, with some strange deep meaning.

Magellan, this socially fearful boy... is really a "treasure boy"!

And this is a path for long-term development.

After all, Magellan's current strength is very weak, and the development of the Poison Fruit's ability is very crude...

Under his own guidance, as his strength and Devil Fruit ability development level continue to improve, the poison he releases will continue to become more threatening, and the effect on his "cultivation" will naturally increase.

Thinking of this, the smile on Darren's lips... gradually became perverted.

Noticing Daren's "malicious" expression and smile, as if he wanted to swallow him whole, Magellan suddenly felt a chill down his spine and shrank back subconsciously.

Lieutenant General Darren's smile is so scary...

Noticing Magellan's little movement, Darren immediately suppressed the smile on his face and asked seriously:

"How about it, Magellan, will you?"

"Your situation is very special. I am afraid that other instructors will not be able to handle the responsibility of teaching you."

"But I'm different. You saw it just now...your poison ability is indeed very strong, but its effect on me is quite limited."

As he spoke, he quietly approached Magellan, his nostrils twitching again, and he inhaled a wisp of purple poisonous gas into his body.

Magellan:…

"I can train you to be stronger. Maybe under my guidance, you can gradually control the side effects of your Devil Fruit ability, and finally live like a normal person."

"--Really!?"

Magellan was a little indifferent when he heard about "getting stronger", but Darren's last words made a glimmer of hope shine in his depressed eyes.

"Instructor Darren, can I really live like a normal person?"

He stared at the special instructor in front of him expectantly, and was so excited that he subconsciously grabbed the other person's hand, even forgetting Darren's "weird" little movements and smile just now.

For Magellan at this moment, becoming stronger is not his biggest goal when he comes to the training camp... His biggest hope is that through the training camp and the guidance of the instructors, he can learn to control the poisonous fruit. side effects and lead a normal life.

He won't be disliked by his partners and comrades-in-arms, and he won't accidentally poison his friends to death like in the past.

Not being able to get close to others, not being able to make friends, not even being able to realize such a simple hope as sitting at the same table to eat with others... This was an unbearable blow to a sixteen or seventeen year old boy.

Regardless of this terrifying appearance, Magellan is still a kid who longs for friendship and excitement at this time, but he can only hide in the distance alone, watching helplessly other peers training, playing, and partying...

What a poor baby.

Darren couldn't help but think.

"I dare not give you a guarantee, I can only say that I will do my best."

He pondered for a moment and smiled.

"Then I promise you, Teacher Darren!"

Magellan's face flushed with excitement, as if he had grasped the last straw.

However, with such excitement, the hand he was holding on Darren's arm suddenly "melted" into liquid purple venom, corroding Darren's skin with a "sizzling" sound.

Darren's smile faltered.

His face began to turn purple visibly, as if he had been poisoned, and wisps of white smoke came out of his nostrils and ears.

"ah!!?"

When Magellan saw this, he turned pale with fright. He quickly backed away and bowed to apologize:

"I'm sorry, Teacher Darren!!"

"I'm so excited!!"

“I’m so sorry!!”

He saw Darren fall to the ground with a thud, and his body began to twitch uncontrollably. Suddenly, he felt like he was dead and his whole body was shaking.

"It's over...Teacher Darren is going to die again..."

He was so anxious that he spun around, gritted his teeth, and ran to pick up the saber on the ground.

"I want to commit seppuku!"

With firm eyes, he stabbed himself in the abdomen with his backhand!

"etc……"

A hand suddenly pressed down on the saber.

Magellan was stunned for a moment.

He raised his head blankly.

The Vice Admiral, who was foaming at the mouth, suddenly grinned painfully at him, his face turned purple, and he said in a trembling voice:

"I-I'm fine."

"No, don't stop...continue..."

? ? ?

Magellan was stunned.

Darren was spitting out foam and blood, and hideous purple veins were bulging on his forehead.

But his eyes were red, crazy and hot.

Physical fitness +0.07! !

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Dusk fades away and night falls.

In the dark night sky, the stars are as bright as the Milky Way.

Marine Headquarters Marinevando.

A dormitory in a military academy.

Placing the knife and fork gently on the porcelain plate, Vergo picked up a napkin with graceful movements and gently wiped the oil stains around his mouth.

"So... it was Dover who asked you to choose Porusalino as your instructor?"

An interesting deep voice suddenly sounded from behind.

The sudden sound made Vergo's pupils shrink.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the knife and fork in front of him, turned around and threw it out without looking at it!

The air exploded with a sharp crack.

The sharp knife and fork seemed to have hit an invisible invisible ground, hovering in mid-air.

"The response is good. It seems that you have made a lot of progress, Vergo."

Hearing this increasingly familiar voice, Vergo's expression changed slightly.

Starlight shone in from the window, and Darren's sneering face was looming in the silver light, and his figure gradually emerged from the darkness.

"you……"

The moment he saw this figure clearly, a look of fear flashed in Vergo's eyes.

He gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment and then knelt on the ground on one knee.

"Master Godfather."

He lowered his head, unable to recognize the tone of the voice.

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