Chapter 510: Three World Disaster-Level Apostles, Kizaru Aspires to Beco a Golden Phoenix
"Phoenix Fruit, the Mythical Beast!"
Tamago gazed at the radiant and peculiar fruit nestled in the jade box before him, his mouth watering with anticipation.
"There’s no need for to elaborate on the Mythical Beast Fruit. You heard Morgans’ explanation earlier. This one is the Phoenix Mythical Beast Fruit." Chicken Phoenix said.
Just monts ago, soone on another part of Mythical Beast Island had acquired the Pegasus Mythical Beast Fruit. Morgans, broadcasting over the radio, had provided detailed explanations.
The Mythical Beast Fruit was distinct from the Devil Fruit. As its na implied, consuming this fruit allowed the eater to transform into a mythical Mythical beast. These were the formidable and truly terrifying creatures native to Mythical Beast Island. Those watching the live broadcast could clearly witness the imnse power of these Mythical beasts.
It could be said that the Mythical Beast Fruit held greater allure than the Mythicial Zoan Devil Fruit. After all, it offered higher potential strength and ca with no side effects.
"Once you eat it, you can transform into a mythical beast—a phoenix," Chicken Phoenix continued. "If used wisely, its potential is limitless. It’s not impossible to grow to the level of a Superior Mythical King."
"Superior Mythical King?" soone questioned.
Hearing Chicken Phoenix’s explanation, so mbers of the Whitebeard Pirates, who had gathered around without being stopped by Aigolu, expressed their curiosity.
"Hey! Don’t you know?" Chicken Phoenix responded. "I heard it’s tied to the demon clan’s hierarchy outside! A Superior Mythical King is a Mythical beast that has reached the pinnacle of the Mythical King class. Even on Mythical Beast Island, only three such beasts exist. If they correspond to the apostles of the demon clan outside, it’s likely accurate."
When Chicken Phoenix explained this, the others quickly grasped the concept. The demon apostles were infamous, known to the point where their nas alone could evoke fear. Their reputation stemd from their sheer danger, particularly due to three specific apostles.
Deep Sea King, the demon apostle, is said to command a quarter of the world’s seas.
Shiwen, another demon apostle, is rumored to trigger global earthquakes capable of shaking the world.
And the demon apostle Kujira, who is known for controlling the Sea Kings and sea monsters of the Calm Belt, this earned him the title of ruler of the seas beasts.
These three were terrifying entities, considered capable of causing world-ending disasters. Though they were legends, many knew these legends were rooted in reality. Thus, the demon apostles’ fearso reputation was well-earned, especially these three, regarded as symbols of catastrophe. Even the strongest humans hesitated to confront them in battle against the demon clan.
They were nearly deed the most powerful beings among the demi-gods by the world. While the strength of demigods in combat was often a topic of casual discussion, only these beings, capable of threatening the world itself with their actions, were truly feared. It was no surprise they were seen as symbols of disaster, even considered the mightiest among the demi-gods.
With the demon apostles’ imnse power in mind, the Mythical Beast Fruit before them held the potential to elevate its consur to such a level if used effectively. Understanding this, the Whitebeard Pirates gazed at the fruit with fervent enthusiasm.
"Pops, take it quickly!" they urged Whitebeard eagerly.
"Gurarara! You boys are impatient!" Whitebeard said with a hearty laugh, extending his large hand toward the Phoenix Fruit in the jade box.
He had already decided on the fruit’s recipient. It was perfect for Marco. This journey to the island had been spurred by Marco’s inexplicable intuition. As his most favored son, Marco’s potential could make him a dependable captain in the future if he consud this fruit.
As Whitebeard contemplated this, his expression suddenly shifted in alarm. Before he could react, a flash of light streaked past. The Phoenix Fruit, resting in the jade box held by Chicken Phoenix’s wings, was snatched away by the light.
"You won’t take that treasure!" Whitebeard roared, clenching his fist and swinging it toward the light without hesitation.
Crack!
Rumble!
The atmosphere shattered instantly. The golden light broke apart, only to reform in the air like liquid, coalescing once more.
At that mont, everyone steadied themselves against the tremors caused by Whitebeard’s attack. They looked up with shock and anger at the figure in the sky.
The figure, covered in golden fur, was none other than the Gold and Silver Monkey King. It held the vibrant red Phoenix Fruit in one hand. Seeing the furious glares from below, it couldn’t help but laugh.
"You damned monkey! Return Pops’ Mythical Beast Fruit!" Marco shouted, his blood pressure spiking at the Monkey King’s gloating laughter.
Green flas erupted from Marco’s body, and a pair of wings sprouted, propelling him upward as he vowed to reclaim the Mythical Beast Fruit his father had rightfully won.
"Kizaru, you bastard! How dare you steal my fruit!" Chicken Phoenix bellowed.
"No, no, no. Didn’t you hand it over already? This fruit is mine now. Ownership is in my hands," the Gold and Silver Monkey King said with a chuckle, dodging Marco’s pursuit.
Tamago’s eyes glead with renewed hope as he watched the Monkey King evade Marco in the sky. This chaos presented another chance to seize the fruit.
"If you want this Mythical Beast Fruit, co play hide-and-seek with !" the Gold and Silver Monkey King taunted, tossing the fruit playfully in its hand. "Touch , and I’ll return it to you."
Without waiting for a response, the Monkey King transford into a teor and streaked into the distance.
At that mont, Kizaru, who had just arrived and witnessed the Whitebeard Pirates’ fury, muttered, "This is terrifying!" before darting off in pursuit.
In truth, Kizaru was amused. Thanks to Morgans’ broadcast, he knew the full story. The Phoenix Mythical Beast Fruit was up for grabs. If he could catch that monkey, the fruit would be his.
Kizaru pondered this while stroking his chin mid-flight. If he obtained the fruit, would he take Marco’s title as the Phoenix of the Whitebeard Pirates?
Though his own ability was light, the Mythical Beast Fruit didn’t conflict with Devil Fruits.
Kizaru was curious to experience being a mythical beast—not just for its strength, but for its prestige. The idea of being called the Golden Phoenix appealed to him.
As for Marco, chasing alongside him, Kizaru paid him little mind. Marco might excel in close combat, but pursuing a target—be it a person or a monkey—relied on speed, Kizaru had the advantage.
"Pops, Marco has gone after him. Should we stop him?" Vista asked, glancing at the silent Whitebeard and then at Aigolu and Tamago nearby.
If those two joined the chase, Marco could be in danger. But with Whitebeard’s limited mobility for long distances and so many crewmates present, abandoning them wasn’t an option.
"Follow them, Vista," Whitebeard instructed. "Be cautious and bring Marco back in ti. The treasure isn’t worth my son’s safety!"
"Pops!" the surrounding Whitebeard Pirates exclaid, tears welling in their eyes at his words.
"Yes, Pops," Vista replied with a solemn nod, accepting the task.
(End of this Chapter)
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