Lucien stared at the two blood soaked mountains of flesh inside the Sea Prism Stone container. Eight black thorns slowly extended from his tailbone, one of them piercing deep into the remains and beginning the process of devouring.
The scene was revolting.
Even so, Lucien had no choice.
He needed what Big Mom had left behind.
Cell mories.
Only by absorbing them could he gain deeper insight into the developnt of the Soul Soul Fruit, the growth and application of the three types of Haki, and countless combat instincts accumulated over decades.
These mories were invaluable.
They would allow Lucien to master the Soul Soul Fruit far more quickly, and potentially help him awaken and refine all three forms of Haki.
Armant Haki, in particular, was indispensable.
Without it, fighting Logia users would always be a gamble.
If he failed to master Armant Haki, facing Fire Fist Ace or Enel, both of whom could very well be fellow transmigrators, would be extrely dangerous.
As Big Mom's remaining cells were absorbed, the main hall was swiftly cleaned by the ghosts. At the sa ti, Lucien's body began to undergo visible changes.
His form expanded.
Bones shifted.
Flesh swelled.
In monts, Lucien had transford into Big Mom herself.
The bloated body and grotesque facial features were unpleasant to look at, even for him.
But this disguise was necessary.
Lucien's objective had never been limited to stealing the Soul Soul Fruit alone. He wanted to take control of the entire Big Mom Pirates.
Not only that, he intended to manipulate the balance of the world itself.
The Yonko, the Seven Warlords of the Sea, the underworld brokers, the Revolutionary Army, the Marines, the World Governnt, the more powerful figures there were, the better.
Only by gathering enough strength could he overwhelm those fellow transmigrators hiding in the shadows.
For now, however, the most urgent priority was learning to use the Soul Soul Fruit with precision and confidence.
For three full days, Lucien remained secluded, continuously absorbing Big Mom's cell mories and refining his control over the fruit at the fastest possible speed.
During this ti, every Homie throughout Totto Land remained frozen.
Several of Big Mom's children ca to investigate, alard by the abnormal situation, but each of them was driven away by Lucien, who deliberately acted irritable and impatient.
He even took the opportunity to conduct experints.
Lucien extracted ten years of lifespan from one of Big Mom's sons, then injected that lifespan into a plant.
The result was imdiate.
The plant beca personified.
However, it possessed no intelligence and only a ten year lifespan. Once those ten years ended, it would wither and die.
This clarified an important distinction.
Lifespan was lifespan.
Soul was soul.
Injecting lifespan alone could create personification, but not intelligence.
Only a soul could grant true awareness.
The ability to freely manipulate souls and lifespans was undeniably terrifying.
There were, however, restrictions.
Only those who feared Lucien could have their souls or lifespans easily taken. If he encountered soone fearless or reckless, he would first need to cripple them completely before extracting anything.
Even so, Lucien no longer had any glaring weaknesses.
His body was strong.
His soul was protected.
The only thing that truly frustrated him was the limitation placed upon himself.
He could not inject extracted lifespan or souls into his own body.
At first, Lucien had planned to gather massive amounts of lifespan and grant himself near immortality. Reality quickly shattered that dream.
He could inject lifespan into objects, animals, or intelligent beings to extend their lives.
Just not himself.
At that realization, Lucien very nearly cursed out loud.
Another disappointnt followed.
There were no clear cell mories related to the awakening or mastery of the three types of Haki.
Lucien could not help but wonder if the fifty percent luck boost had finally expired, leaving him with ordinary fortune once more.
Night fell.
Cake Island remained brightly illuminated, lively as ever.
No one knew that the mighty Yonko, Big Mom, had already been replaced.
All of it had happened in complete silence.
Inside Big Mom's room, Lucien looked down at three figures resting on the floor.
Protheus.
Zeus.
Napoleon.
They were frozen, their consciousness dormant.
These three Homies were fundantally different from the rest. Each of them possessed terrifying power and exceptional combat potential.
They were invaluable assets.
Lucien intended to modify them.
He picked up Protheus with his left hand. The blazing sun Homie was no larger than a basketball. Closing his eyes, Lucien began to invade Protheus's soul directly.
Protheus had originally been created by Mother Carl.
Later, after Big Mom obtained the Soul Soul Fruit, she added fragnts of her own soul, shaping Protheus into its current form.
Although Protheus carried Big Mom's soul, it had long since developed an independent personality. Aside from being unable to disobey Big Mom's will, it was no different from a living being with its own thoughts and emotions.
Lucien's goal was simple.
Replace Big Mom's authority.
He injected his own soul while devouring Big Mom's remaining soul fragnt. The fusion would not erase Protheus's core personality. Instead, it would strengthen it.
The process was similar to what happened when Luffy absorbed countless shadows during his battle with Gecko Moria. Luffy's personality remained intact, but his power skyrocketed.
As Lucien's soul entered Protheus, he encountered another identical Protheus within.
That was Protheus's true soul.
It was dormant.
When Lucien awakened it, the Homie reacted with confusion, then hostility.
Big Mom's death had freed Protheus.
Instinctively, it wanted to devour Lucien.
Unfortunately for it, Lucien was its natural counter.
Their clash was brief but intense.
In the end, Protheus was beaten badly, its flas dimd, its small eyes squeezed shut in fear as it looked at Lucien.
Holding Protheus's soul steady, Lucien injected roughly one tenth of his own soul into it.
There was no pain.
No tearing sensation.
Not even discomfort.
However, resistance appeared.
Big Mom's lingering will, along with remnants of Mother Carl's influence, rose up in opposition.
Lucien responded with absolute dominance.
He devoured both remnants without hesitation, crushing them and seizing full control.
Ti seed distorted.
It felt like an instant, yet also like an hour.
When Lucien opened his eyes, Protheus had awakened completely.
The fiery Homie floated affectionately near him, its loyalty unmistakable.
Protheus was still Protheus.
Its mories remained.
Its personality remained.
The only difference was its creator.
Lucien had replaced Big Mom.
In a sense, Protheus had beco a soul clone of Lucien, yet it retained full independence.
After resolving Protheus, Lucien moved on to Zeus and Napoleon.
The process repeated smoothly.
Each received one tenth of Lucien's soul.
Three tenths in total.
Lucien felt no adverse effects.
This was nothing like the soul splitting agony described in cultivation novels.
The Soul Soul Fruit was simply that powerful.
Manipulating souls and lifespans was basic functionality.
Once everything was complete, Lucien reverted to his original form. The oversized pink dress hung loosely on his fra, but none of the three Homies showed shock.
From the mont his soul had been injected, they already understood everything.
Lucien then found his thoughts drifting.
Should he inject souls into his ghost mask Harley motorcycle, the Red Wolf's frying pan, or even his own clothing
If personified, could they eat Devil Fruits
If that was possible, could the motorcycle gain the Glint Glint Fruit, the Door Door Fruit, or the Weapon Weapon Fruit
Could the frying pan gain the Hobby Hobby Fruit
What about his T shirt, beach shorts, and flip flops
After careful consideration, Lucien dismissed the idea.
These Homies were created through the Soul Soul Fruit itself. They were already imbued with its influence.
Feeding them Devil Fruits might be equivalent to consuming two Devil Fruits, which could be catastrophic and might even backfire on him.
If Homies could eat Devil Fruits safely, Big Mom would have done it long ago.
Yet none of her countless Homies had ever consud one.
That alone answered the question.
Perhaps objects not personified by the Soul Soul Fruit could eat Devil Fruits instead.
For example, the ghost mask Harley motorcycle could consu a Zoan type fruit without soul injection and still gain a form of life.
Regardless, Lucien intended to test these theories personally.
If even one succeeded, the potential was limitless.
An entire body equipped with Devil Fruit abilities.
Just imagining it made his athyst eyes gleam with excitent.
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