"You want to treat ? What’s your reason?"
Bullet slowly rose to his feet.
Standing over five ters tall, he was undeniably imposing.
Yet, Vir remained unfazed.
Hearing his question, Vir smirked.
Since when did treatnt require a reason?
His treatnt had never needed one.
That was the Vir-style treatnt!
"Treatnt doesn’t need a reason! If I want to heal you, I’ll heal you!"
Vir’s words drew a loud laugh from Bullet.
"HAHAHA! A snot-nosed brat like you, spouting nonsense! You think I’ll just let you treat ? Who the hell do you think you are?"
Bullet’s retort ignited the prisoners’ excitent.
They burst into laughter too.
But given the pile of ashes from earlier, their jeers were just that—mocking laughter, nothing more.
Vir didn’t respond further.
Instead, he raised his hand and pressed it against the cell door—made entirely of seastone.
The mont he made contact, the door, which had never budged no matter how hard Bullet tried, began to change.
The entire door grew softer and softer.
As if it were lting into liquid!
Even droplets began falling to the floor!
Bullet stared, dumbfounded.
Wasn’t this guy a Zoan?
Now he’s using a Paracia ability?!
What kind of freak is he?!
How can he have two completely different powers?!
And didn’t he also use poison earlier?
Plus, he’s a doctor.
How the hell does a brat this young know so much?!
Wait—
That’s not right!
That door’s made of seastone!
Devil Fruit powers shouldn’t affect it at all!
How is he doing this?!
Bullet couldn’t make sense of it.
Neither could anyone else.
Crocodile’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. He had no idea Vir could pull sothing like this.
Back in Alabasta, Vir had used so kind of reshaping ability.
But Crocodile had never seen him reshape seastone!
That’s seastone, man!
How the hell are you lting it?!
Isn’t this a bit too broken?!
The other prisoners were even more shocked.
"Holy shit! That’s seastone! What’s up with this guy?!"
"Freaky... this is way too freaky!"
"This is crazier than my uncle stealing my grandma’s underwear! He’s lting seastone!"
Shouts of disbelief filled the air.
But soon, they realized—Vir’s ability could save them all.
"Hey, kid! Open my door too! I’ll serve under you!"
"That’s right, Doc! Forget about him—he’s not gonna join you! Look at ! I’ll pledge loyalty!"
"Get outta here, and I’ll not only be your son—I’ll throw my 17-year-old daughter into your bed too!"
"Dad! Look over here! Dad! My real dad!"
The prisoners’ enthusiasm exploded.
The cellblock descended into chaos.
The offers grew wilder by the second.
So even suggested letting Vir experience male-on-male action.
The sudden fervor was a stark contrast to Vir’s initial reception.
Before, they didn’t know.
Now, they were certain—this guy could really save them!
But then—
*BOOM!*
A deafening thunderclap echoed through Level 6.
Behind Vir, a prisoner who had just dropped his pants (declaring himself "ready") was struck by a bolt of purple lightning.
The intense heat instantly roasted him, filling the air with the mouthwatering scent of grilled at.
What’s the most important thing in life?
Vir: "The perfect heat control."
Not too much, not too little!
Crispy outside, tender inside.
A delicious aroma!
The display instantly silenced the crowd.
Once again, Vir had made his dominance clear.
But this ti, Crocodile was even more baffled.
What the hell?!
Since when could this kid use lightning?!
That purple lightning was not so weak trick!
The guy who got fried wasn’t so nobody either—his bounty was 700 million berries!
Sure, the seastone had weakened him.
But his natural durability was still high!
Yet, he was one-shotted straight to the afterlife!
And—
This wasn’t poison!
This was his own power!
Poison could be dismissed as an external tool.
But this? This was raw combat strength!
Had this brat really gone from zero bounty to 1.9 billion in the two months since Crocodile was imprisoned?!
Even steroids don’t work that fast!
Even the silent VIPs in their solitary cells couldn’t help but look up at Vir.
Patrick Redfield and Shiryu, whose eyes glinted with dangerous intent.
This guy was holding seastone bars.
lting them was already insane.
And now he’s summoning purple lightning?!
Since when did the seas produce such a monster?
As for Bullet, seeing the lightning only deepened his confusion.
Three fruits?!
Zoan, Paracia, AND Logia?!
What the hell IS this guy?!
A jack-of-all-trades?!
Even Bullet couldn’t wrap his head around it.
How could a brat in his late teens or early twenties master so many skills at such a high level?
But shock aside—if he said no treatnt, he ant no treatnt!
Bullet did consider forcing Vir to heal him after escaping.
But that would be him choking Vir and demanding it.
Not like this, with Vir standing at his door, offering freely.
To Bullet, the two scenarios were completely different.
The latter? Unacceptable.
Before he could speak again, the elevator suddenly whirred to life.
Several guards in uniform rushed out, panicked.
The mont they saw Vir, they froze.
But rembering the Warden’s orders, they quickly unlocked the cell holding Head Jailer Shiryu.
Vir didn’t stop them.
He simply watched, silent.
If this guy didn’t cause trouble, he’d just get poisoned by Magellan upstairs—and Vir could snag so extra negative points.
But if he did act up...
At that thought, Vir’s left hand began to heat up.
Three-stage charge—ready.
*Click.*
The door opened.
Taking his sword and cigar from the guards, Shiryu didn’t hesitate—he cut them down instantly.
A twisted grin curled his lips.
The thrill of bloodshed filled him with euphoria.
Then, he turned to Vir.
His eyes burned with challenge as he strode forward.
Seeing this, Vir sighed.
Why can’t people just live quietly?
Why test how sharp his blade is...
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