Author's comment:
I'm confused. I heard some spoilers about Moria apparently being a Kozuki? Like from Wano? And he actually fought Kaido in order to protect his country? So was he related to Oden? Were they brothers? Oden (f the guy) is a dancing bum and Moria is a country protecting Chad? I can work with that.
I'd appreciate someone clearing me up on that matter. It'd help a lot with the Story. Google is really unreliable when it comes to getting a straightforward answer. Don't worry about spoiling it for me.
Anyways, here we go.
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Chapter 21:
17th May, Drift-vale Atoll, GrandLine.
Jealous.
That was the most accurate way to describe Ainz's mood in the moment. Seeing the assortment of different dishes being carried around by waiters was enough to make his ...jaw... water.
Steaming plates of rice brought in company of Fish and other kinds of Seafood which looked like they jumped straight out of a Fantasy world.
He really wanted to order something. To try this delicious looking food. ...And his mood plummeted once more.
A heavy sigh escaped him. Being an undead really was the worst of curses. Spending the rest of his Life like this was... annoying.
The loud voices of people talking about how good the food was only made it worse, granting the Ainz the sudden urge to cast [Fallen Down]
"Huh... I should have tried that spell back then."
His chaotic mind darted to another topic, that concerning the Spells of the 11th tier. Super-tier Magic.
If it came to those spells, he considered himself an expert. He had spent enough time on Yggdrasil to remember pretty much all of the spells in that Category, but given the change had in his magic, it was most likely rather different than in the game.
The game usually treated those spells as different than normal Tier magic. They were essentially Ultimate spells which could only be cast a few times per day, depending on classes and specialisations the user had chosen. Ainz's build could essentially cast a super tier spell 3 times a day...
Which was absolutely insane. He still couldn't wrap his head around it.
He didn't believe for a second that anything in this world could warrant three different kinds of what was essentially a magic nuke.
"Makes me wonder what Ulbert's [Grand Catastrophe] could become."
It was one of the few spells which Ainz did not have access too, due to it requiring a lot of levels in Pyromancy. The spell in itself was powerful and Ulbert's levels as a part of the Demon race increased it's power by a lot. Fire based AOE spells had been his specialty after all.
Ainz himself had access to a lot of spells of the super tier, but mostly Necromantic or Arcane in Nature. (Author: Some people think that Fallen Down is a divine spell... I honestly don't know. Let's make it Arcane. So just pure magic.)
Spells like [Creation], [lä shub-Niggurath], [World Funeral] and more. While his Classes mostly focused on boosting those kind of spells, he was still capable of using spells of other Categories, although doing so usually wasn't worth it.
"Mr Ainz? Is everything alright? You seem a little distracted."
Ainz immediately snapped out of his thoughts, chastising himself for getting so distracted while talking with Madame Rigga.
"Ah. No, it is nothing. I was merely contemplating your offers."
Madame Rigga did not dwell on it and immediately returned to speaking about the different kinds of people who would certainly be interested in his Merchandise.
...Ainz had regretted coming to ask her for contacts. He had first met her a few days ago and their short talk had ended on a good note. He wanted to use their "Guild of Ropes" connections to facilitate his trade, she wanted to be his broker in order to expand their Guild's influence.
This was now their third meeting. The first meeting had been at a rather late hour and the details had been skipped over.
Their second meeting had covered the kind of goods Ainz sold and what kind of ressources he needed in order to keep producing. The quality of the scrolls was important for the stronger "stored effects," something he made sure to let Madame Rigga understand. Scrolls made out of stronger Materials were capable of storing higher tiers... which really wasn't a problem given that every Animal in this Godforsaken world seemed to be on Steroids.
Anything which looked slightly bigger than a Dinosaur was already capable of holding 6th tier spells with ease and the Frequency with which Animals BIGGER than that showed up made Ainz worry for the common Populace. Which proved useless as they did not seem to care much.
So, in terms of resources, he was certainly doing good. The Guildmaster in front of him had already told him she'd put out notices for Merchants and Pirates to hunt those animals and bring back their Skin.
Now, Rigga was discussing the connections of the Guild and told him about people who could show an interest in his Products. Something which would have made him rather happy if it weren't for the List being so long.
Because, it turned out that EVERYONE would be interested. She had explained that his ability seemed rather similar to what the World-government had researched for years and that the World-government, the Marines, varying Kingdoms or Merchants and different Pirate groups would be very happy to have access to his products.
So while Rigga was going on and babbling about the benefits of trading with each and all, he was at a complete Loss. Turns out his chosen Devilfruit ability seemed to be a heap of trouble. He may not have been a model student in his youth, but he distinctly remembered that Scientists who brought innovation tended to be coveted and kidnapped.
Which was a fate he'd rather avoid.
So instead, both Madame and him agreed on starting out more locally, getting the attention of different faction in order to increase his value. It'd even become a little of a political issue. That way, it'd hopefully become more difficult for anyone to just kidnap him and force him to work for them.
Now realistically, given his strength, he did not have to worry about that. He had plenty of ways to just leave or fight his way out.
Nevertheless, avoiding the hassle which came with that seemed more appealing to him.
Instead of being kidnapped he'd hopefully be able to negotiate better terms for himself and retain freedom and peace.
Violence was always an option, but no matter his strength, he wasn't going to risk conflict with the entire world.
And so, the talk with Madame continued, focusing more on the local trade and best ways to advertise to different people.
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16:00, 21th May, 1505, Drift-Vale Atoll, GrandLine
The sea was calm and sky was clear. Seagulls screams reverberated through the air and Dolphins could be seen bullying Seakings as Nature intended. Soft waves and a light breeze created a calm atmosphere.
One thing however, stood out. A ship. The first thing one would notice about it, was the noise. Loud screams and Grunts were overriding the sounds of the Sea along with the clatter of weighty objects being dropped by Men and Women.
The next thing you'd notice was the size. It was a huge ship, far bigger than that of the average Pirate.
After that? Their Jolly Roger. Featuring a Skull with buff arms, biting down on a dumbbell.
A fearsome Pirate crew. The "Jacked Jocks."
Notorious for their Flexaminations. And their merciless beatdowns, should one fail those Flexaminations.
They had an extensive record of conducting these Flexaminations against Marines, even attacking their bases and kidnapping the ones who "could get bigger" and later on returning them.
One the Helm of their ship, the "Musclebound," an EXTREMELY buff figure could be seen, overseeing their Training session. The Man was bald and his muscular body was covered in Tattoos, each Tattoo being the name of whatever muscle they were on.
That was "Barbell Durgan."
And he was currently watching as his crew performed their joined training session, along with the Marine prisoners they had. The Marines in question were crying as they were forced to Squat in order to rectify their mistake of "neglecting Legs."
Not only that, but they were forced to eat well. And any attempt to escape was met with retaliation from a crewmember, usually using rather... unconventional weapons.
A loud laugh escaped the captain as he watched the prisoner finish another Set.
"GUHAHAHAHA-HNNNGGH! FLEXX!"
Striking a Abdominal and Thigh pose, the man showed his approval to the Marines hard work.
He was then met with the Arrival of his second and third mate, Protein Pete and Deadlift Dan.
"CAPTN!"
Their loud voices overlapped as they greeted him with a sweaty handshake, seemingly trying to crush each others hands.
"We'll soon reach Drift-Vale Atoll!"
"GUHAHAHAHA-HNNNG! Their captain's loud laughter reverberated through the Ship.
"WE'LL BE THERE SOON HUH? ALRIGHT EVERYONE SHORT BREAK! YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!"
He was met with cheers from his crew and terrified looks from his prisoners who watched as they closed the sails and headed down towards the Oars.
"T-these Lunatics aren't going to make us row towards the island, r-right? We-We're still over an hour away!"
But a "Senior Gymbro Prisoner" soon shattered their Hope, with a long explanation of why the Exercise was so effective for the majority of Muscles in the Body.
The Prisoners, were then forced to sit next to a Pirate each.
And then, in unison, they rowed.
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38 minutes later
The Prisoners collapsed onto the ground at the end of the Session, too tired to question why rowing had been even faster than sailing.
The Pirates simply relaxed, feeling refreshed after their light cardio session.
The Ship had been docked at the Port and the Crew assembled in order to organize themselves for their stay at the island.
Barbell Durgan showed his approval to his crews discipline and rewarded them with a pose showcasing his glorious Pectoral Muscles.
After that, a few orders were barked out, allowing the crew a lot of Time to do as they wished aside from a few comments about recruiting those with potential to get bigger.
He then took up his weapon, 2 dumbbells which he used in close range, a few weights for throwing and an empty Barbell.
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Madame Rigga was in a good Mood. Scratch that. She was elated! Her cooperation with the Merchant had been going well. He had asked her for different Materials in order to experiment what Material "stored abilities" the best.
It turned out that it was a fairly simple system if you used Materials coming from Animals. The stronger it was, the more powerful things it could hold. There were apparently some Materials which were more compatible with different abilities, but they weren't necessary. The Merchant was content with using SeaKing skin for most of his creations.
(Author's comment: I don't think fish can be used for Scrolls, but this is One Piece. Some of their Fish literally look like Land Animals. So roll with it)
She had been advertising his Items in the Local Area and needless to say, the Pirates were VERY interested. She could have immediately set up a connection with some... more important customers, but she had managed to let Ainz know that advertising his products locally would be better in order to have the news naturally spread as the Pirates went on with their adventures.
Frankly, she just wanted to avoid anyone trying to claim monopoly on his Products. She had some contacts and was sure she could set him up with a comfortable Life in some Kingdom, but that wouldn't be good for her.
No, she'd rather he dealt with several different Kingdoms and factions in order stay relevant and get her cut.
So, starting locally was obviously the way to go.
And it was working. Many different Groups who left the island did so with scrolls or glowing weapons. The prices were yet to be completely set in stone, because Ainz wasn't sure if some of the effects he could give were permanent. Despite that, business was booming and she was content.
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Until she saw that ship.
A sigh escaped her as she saw the towering Hulk of a captain head towards the Marine base on the island, prisoners in tow.
She already knew how this would play out, the captain of the jacked Jocks was an old acquaintance after all but nevertheless, she called up a few fighters of the Guild to accompany her to the Marine base. Best to be sure.
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It did not take much time. The "negotiation" between the Marines and Jacked Jocks involved a lot of posing and flexing which was commonly known as their way of asserting dominance, but the Marine's base commander was surprisingly cordial, even suppressing a smile as he saw the state his Men were brought back.
He did lose his smile as Barbell Durgan promised to be back for another Flexamination, which was understandable as it usually ended with a beatdown but it seemed the Pirate felt like conducting a "swole check" in town before doing anything else.
She felt her eyebrow twitch as she observed the buff bunch of Pirates laughing and flexing at random people while leaving the base. They soon dispersed and went on about their business in town... but despite remaining separate, it was incredibly easy to see if one was part of their crew or not.
"Hagh, i should probably have a talk with Barbell... Let's find out what he's planning to do now."
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Finding him did not take much time, as he was currently sitting on the ground, explaining how to avoid shoulder injuries while training to a bunch of 4 year olds.
"...so you see, that's why you should always make sure to rotate between push and pull days. If you don't, your muscles will start feeling the strain too much and it's easy to get a shoulder injury that way. The reason for that is that those Muscles serve opposing functions and focusing on only pushing or pulling can be bad for your shoulders which are usually engaged in both Pull AND push exercises. They need proper balance. In fact..."
The Pirate's passionate explanation was interrupted by a hand clasping down on his shoulder and the terrified/confused 4 year olds escaped.
The smile the Pirate had on his face disappeared as he stood up, towering over Madame.
"Captain Barbell Durgan... Can't say it's nice to see ya again..."
"WOMAN... I forgot your name."
"Rigga. Madame Rigga."
"Right..."
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"So, wanna tell me what you're doing here?"
"No... I don't see why i should."
"..."
"In fact... i'd say YOU are the one who owes ME an explanation...I was teaching the newbies. Why'd you interrupt me?"
"I'd like to talk a little."
"..."
His expression froze.
"You... You're as exhausting as ever. You still can't talk to women?"
"..."
The man's stoic face flushed and broke out in sweat before his expression contorted into anger. He may be able to exchange a few sentences but a real conversation with a woman was far beyond him.
In an attempt to regain his confidence, the pirate suddenly hit a Front Lat spread pose, intimidating her Men who collectively took a step back at the casual display of unparalleled superiority.
"..."
"...Just follow me. I just want to know what you're planning on the island. We'll talk at the Bar... We have Protein shakes."
Captain Barbell Durgan had narrowed his eyes at first, seemingly uncooperative... until the last sentence found it's mark.
And so, the captain of the "Jacked Jocks" and the leader of the "Guild of Ropes" took a seat at the Hullbone Inn.
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A few minutes later
The conversation that ensued was rather one-sided.
She asked questions. He either answered or deflected while twirling his (muscular) thumb.
But one thing remained, despite Barbell Durgan's shyness, he did not change his mind on conducting his Flexaminations and swole-checks.
Resigning herself to the man's stubbornness, she still reminded him to not cause trouble on the island although she doubted he'd listen.
For a moment, she even considered advertising the Merchant's weapons to the Pirate, but stopped herself after remembering how much disdain the man had for "crutches."
"TRUE STRENGTH comes from the BODY!"
His entire Life seemed to depend on that Motto.
As the conversation slowly drifted to an end, she finally came up with the most important question
"So, how long are you gonna stay?"
"Huh... i don't know...like a week?"
'Damn. I should probably keep Ainz out of this guy's sight. He's built differently and Barbell is definetely going to want to compete.'
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Same time, an island far to the south-east of the Florian Triangle.
A sunny day on a small Pirate island.
The island bristled with Life as Pirate crews had filled the town.
The tavern was full with people drinking and gauging each other out.
It was a strange Atmospshere of Fun and Danger, a combination which really seemed unusual... but was actually rather common on the Islands of the GrandLine.
Newcomer Pirate groups found themselves impressed as they saw the Veteran pirates with their high bounties.
Those in turn, checked out the Newbies in order to find potential additions to their crew.
The strong pirate presence on the island, against what most people believed, actually was rather peaceful, with the exception of the occasional scuffles which ensued from time to time. But if you knew how to behave, trouble rarely came knocking at the door.
The Keyword here was "rarely."
Today was one of these "rare" occurrences.
A huge muscular Figure was walking through the Island. His skin was white and he wielded a sword.
The crowd parted in front of him, which really wasn't surprising at his 6m tall frame.
Even the Veterans couldn't help themselves.
"T-that's Gecko Moria... 320 000 000 Berries..."
He was not someone who could be taken lightly. Even the most powerful presences here barely reached the 100k millions... with their crew.
"I heard he fought Kaido, the King of Beasts."
"Holy shit, he survived?"
Such comments made themselves known but soon went quiet.
The Pirate in front of them was terrifying. But something made it even worse.
A quiet madness was mixed in his gaze as he looked at those who spoke of his battle with Kaido.
As if the Pirate was loosing his sanity. The people present wisely dispersed, leaving the soon-to-be-announced Shichibukai to continue on his way.
Some fools were considering whether to attack him. Thinking that, if they could defeat him, their bounties would soar and their fame would skyrocket.
A single gaze from him was enough to shut down their ideas. He didn't need Conqueror's Haki to do that when he was 6m tall.
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The Pirate continued on his way, his gaze slightly aimed skyward, not wanting to lose sight of the bird which simply entered a small alley, barely big enough to fit him.
Moria's everpresent grin widened as his Haki picked up on the presences of two people. It was obvious, whoever controlled the bird, also controlled those people.
'So, he wants to talk? Let's see what he wants. He might even be worth recruiting.'
"Well, Kshikshikshikshi. I certainly did not expect to meet even more zombies here."
Both undead stared at him their gazes empty, before one of their bodies suddenly jolted.
"Gecko Moria. A Pirate with a bounty of 320million berries."
Moria's grin didn't change. Being recognized wasn't anything new for him.
"You've got a nice power here. Kshikshikshi. Wonder how you got that"
He really was curious. The Kage-Kage no mi was HIS devilfruit. Someone showing up with the same abilities was impossible.
His question was promptly ignored.
"That is of little importance. There are far more pressing matters to address."
The undead's mouth curled into a sneer.
"Kaido."
Moria's expression instantly turned into a scowl. The rage was palpable on his face and his eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets.
His Hand shot out and the undead was lifted into the Air.
"YoU bAsTaRd!"
Why did he get angry? There was no logical explanation. The simple mention of the Yonko was enough to send him into a murderous rage.
Bones cracked as the undead's spine was snapped.
The pirate remained as he was, breathing heavily and slowly trying to regain control. His eyes still bloodshot, he looked at the corpse in front him. But he didn't worry. It was just an undead puppet after all.
The broken body in his Hand spoke again.
"Do not destroy this one's other undead. It is this one's only way of communication."
"Tch, you can still talk, broken as you are."
Moria dropped the body to the floor. It twitched a little, but seemed wholly unable to move. Yet it's gaze remained focused on the Pirate.
"This one wishes to aid you in your endeavor of destroying Kaido."
Moria simply looked at the body. His expression was weirdly empty but his eyes had an intense glint.
"Why? What's your problem with him?"
"...It is personal."
"You'll tell me."
"...Ambition."
Moria was not impressed. Whoever this person was who spoke to him, really wasn't a great Liar.
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But did it matter?
'His ability is useful... and i'm curious what it is. It can't be like mine.'
"If you really want to become my subordinate, we'll have to meet in person."
He was met with momentary silence.
"Of course. This one is currently in the West Blue. A small island to the south of Soja island."
'A runt from the West Blue? No! He sounds... strange. Can't be a newbie. Probably some geezer who wants revenge on kaido.'
"Why does it sound like you want me to come get you?"
"... This one's power comes with complications. This one is unable to leave the island for a long time without suffering consequences."
Moria's grin reappeared on his face. This guy really thought himself important enough to get a Transportation service?
"You really think you're important huh? Kshikshikhsi. Why would i waste my time travelling to the west blue to get some guy who can't even leave his island?"
Despite what he said, he'd go there. He didn't have any leads in order to find competent crewmates and "this one" seemed like an acceptable start. Even if he couldn't leave his island, those Zombies of him could apparently be deployed all the way from the West Blue to the GrandLine.
'And i really want to know about his power...'
"This one's island may serve as a base for our endeavor. It is currently in a phase of construction. It'll serve as a temporary ship."
Using an island as a ship?
"That way, the army of undead will have a place to amass itself."
'Hoh? Kshikshikshikshi! He has Vision!'
"Very well. To the south of Soja island? I'll be there."
His smile suddenly disappeared.
"But, if you lied to me. I will take your shadow."
"...Understood."
The broken body of the undead laying on the ground suddenly turned to dust. The other one spoke.
"This one shall let this scion remain on another island as a means of recruitment, should potential ever arrive. This one is pleased to have an understanding with you."
The Pirate just turned around and left.
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21th May, Marineford, department of communication
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"SIR! We just received a message from G-16! They believe that the "Merchant" is on the island!"
The officer's eyes immediately snapped over to him. The "Merchant" had been mentioned as a priority target in many different reports. It was classified information as to why, but the Marine was essentially conducting a man-hunt in order to establish a rapport with the "Merchant."
"Contact vice admiral Vox! Keep the G-16 Branch on the phone!"
The Marines immediately set out to move and it did not take long for the Vice Admiral to appear in the room.
"This is Vice Admiral Vox. Who am i speaking to?"
"This is commodore Yukimura of G-16! We have reason to believe that the Merchant is on the island."
A recorder snail activated next to the Vice Admiral.
"This conversation will be recorded and handed to Fleet Admiral Kong. Explain your situation."
"The "Merchant" has not been seen anywhere, but Pirate groups and Merchant have been found to have a wide array of unusual weaponry. None of them arrived here with those weapons, leading to the conclusion that he is here on the island."
"Describe the weaponry."
"Mostly melee weapons bearing a colored glow. They have a wide array of different effects, although many of them seem rather weak."
"Very well, Commodore. Thank you for you report. Be on standby for orders."
"Roger."
The communication ended and the Vice Admiral found himself hurrying to the Fleet Admirals office.
He entered the fleet Admiral's office without any attempt to maintain proper decorum.
"Fleet Admiral! We may have a lead on the Merchant!"
Kong looked up from his document, half-confused and half-annoyed.
"Did knocking ever occur to you? And who even is this Merchant?"
"... Sir, he is the Merchant who made his appearance in the West Blue... The one who creates the strange weaponry."
Kong's face immediately lit up at that.
"Oh! You found him? Good work!"
Vice Admiral Vox shook his head in answer.
"No Sir. But the Marine Branch G-16 called and they believe him to be on their island."
"G-16... Isn't that Drift-Vale Atoll?"
"I believe so, Sir. The weaponry attributed to the Merchant has apparently started appearing there."
Kong's face was serious as he neatly folded his hands in front of his chest.
"Very well. Now, run this to Sengoku and let him deal with it. Order from the Fleet Admiral."
"... Yes Sir."
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Sengoku listened to the report with apt attention.
"So, Drift-Vale Atoll?"
An order was then barked out.
"Someone go get the File on Drift-Vale Atoll. I need to know their situation."
The file was in front of him within minutes and he skimmed over the content.
"A merchant guild... Is someone already working with him?"
"I do not know, Sir!"
"Very well, you may leave now. And you! Set me in contact with the Commodore of G-16!"
Vice Admiral Vox was dismissed and another Marine soon went to bring him the Den Den Mushi.
"This is Commodore Yukimura, G-16!"
"This is Admiral Sengoku!"
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West Blue, Same time.
Grey clouds covered the sky and the sea remained tumultuous.
Waves crashed ashore in a violent fashion and a shipwreck could be seen. The bodies were not on the ship, neither in the Sea. A trail of dried blood could be seen, leading towards the center of the island.
There stood the Lich.
It was satisfied and annoyed at the same time. Out of the 30 people who had been recovered from the Shipwreck, only 9 had successfully been turned undead.
And now, they were busy hacking away the wood of the forest with the others, obviously exempting the Lich's birthplace.
In total, the Lich was currently controlling a little more than 30 humans. But not all of them were Zombies.
The Lich had failed some of it's attempts and turned some into skeletons instead of Zombies. In total? Around 10 had successfully been turned into Zombies.
"The fourth tier... This one has yet to reach it."
The Lich knew it was close. So close. It had neglected every other aspect of magic and poured it's entire being into the arts of necromancy and summoning, steadily increasing it's Mana capacity and the amount of summons it had. It's growth had been exponential.
It was well aware of the weaknesses which came with that. When it came to battle, it would be at an incredible disadvantage.
Scratch that.
It would lose.
But that was only if it engaged in conflict. If it followed it's Master's Plan, there would not be any need for it to personally engage in battle.
But how would it survive if it ever came down to it?
The Lich had several ideas, but none of them were fleshed out enough to make them work.
"Perhaps once this one reaches the 5th Tier... A form of mind transfer? Or reanimation?"
It desperately wanted to achieve such a technique, because that would be the day it could finally start taking more risks with it's information gathering.
Right now, it had to act carefully, in order to avoid upsetting any Pirate crews, for even a 20million berry Pirate was enough to kill it.
But it knew better than to be impatient. Like a Mantra, the clue of it's Lord resonated in it's mind.
"Time... this one just has to bide his time. There is no rush..."
"Gecko Moria" was already on his way. When he'd arrive, the Lich's island would hopefully be ready.
The Lich's eye darted back to it's Zombies and skeletons and watched them as they walked off with the wood, creating a layer at the edge of the island.
It's eye closed and it shared the vision with a few of it's sharks.
They were currently trying to tear through the rock underneath the island.
It worked, although to slow to finish such an endeavor in less than 10 years.
"That is too slow... Perhaps i should have asked that Vermin to bring this one a Seaking..."
It was too late now. But the Pirate would arrive in the span of a month or two. He'd relay his need for a SeaKing then.
Unless...
A new idea formed in the Lich's ugly head.
If only it could somehow put a human's vocal cords into the body of a undead bird...
'This one will need a fresh human for this...'
A mental order was sent out.
"A live human of an inconspicuous town. And a bird. Do not kill either of them."
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Author comment:
Motivation is fading. Huh, maybe it really was a phase.
At the same time, i don't completely want to abandon a fic i started. I read a lot so i know how frustrating that is.
I'm thinking of starting with an MHA fic. I know i talked about an Elden ring x one piece one, but i can't help thinking that i'm losing interest in One Piece. (I like the world but can't say i'm happy with where the story goes.)
Nowadays, i kind of have t drag myself to the Laptop in order to keep writing. So another story will hopefully have me sitting in front of my story a little more.
I'm honestly kind of lost on what to do.
Ideas?
-Mahoraga (a guys who has his looks and powers) in MHA?
- Something in the Narutoverse? (It's the only anime in the big three i actually finished. Not counting Boruto.)
-Something else? I like JJK but i dont have good ideas at what to write.
-Or a Demonslayer x ... bleach or Naruto, with my favorite character... HANTENGU!
- Another thing i'd like to do is write a fanfic about some other members of Ainz Ooal Gown. Now, i'm not referring to Touch me, Herohero, Ulbert or any of the Classic dudes. But rather the ones we don't know much about. Anamohitsu, Variable Talisman, Nishikienrai and whatever more there might be. Doesn't have to be a crossover either. Just one of them in the New world might be cool.
In General, if you guys have an idea for a fic, but don't want to write and see me as worthy enough to try my hand at it, then tell me.
THAT BEING SAID, I REITERATE! I-AM-NOT-GIVING-UP-ON-THIS-FIC!"