Chapter 219: Shared Life?
Fang Yi looked at the transformed Whitebeard and smiled. "The reason Crimson Trolls are able to gather Crimson Legions is because of innate abilities like these."
"As the Crimson Troll grows stronger, its innate abilities evolve as well."
Unlike other hero-type trolls that excel in raw power,
Crimson Trolls are fearsome because every one of their innate skills is [legion-based].
Take [Crimson Resonance], for example—
it grants a telepathic link similar to that of mind controllers, allowing perfect communication with ordinary trolls—even across half a continent.
"A legion?"
Whitebeard couldn't hide the upward curl of his lips.
With an ability like that, even if Ace were pursuing Teach across two different seas, he'd be able to monitor his movements in real time.
"So that's it. No wonder this was the power my heart truly longed for."
Whitebeard's eyes lit with understanding.
Indeed,
compared to growing stronger himself, he cared more about the Whitebeard Pirates—his family.
Though the pirate path was thought to be a lonely one, Whitebeard never accepted that fate.
That's why,
he hadn't been tempted by the rare Dragon Crystal or the excellent cultivation scroll—
yet the Crimson Troll bloodline, which he'd first mistaken for an evil power, had awakened a genuine desire to purchase it.
"That's not all."
Fang Yi looked at Whitebeard with a knowing smile, as if to say, You're impressed already? That was just the beginning.
Whitebeard blinked in surprise. "There's more?"
"If it was just telepathy, spirit controllers could do that too. There are soul scholars, and countless other professions across the multiverse with similar powers."
Fang Yi smiled. "But it had to be the Crimson Troll."
Whitebeard hadn't considered that.
In fact, the pirate world had similar communication abilities. They weren't uncommon.
Fang Yi's eyes seemed to pierce into Whitebeard's soul. "You desire to protect your crew, don't you? To ensure they don't get hurt?"
Whitebeard nodded firmly. "Of course. That's a father's duty—and something I'll never compromise on."
Just thinking of Thatch's death made his chest ache.
If it were possible, he would gladly bear that death and all its pain in his son's place.
And as that thought formed,
the crimson core near his heart glowed—releasing a stream of blood-like energy that flowed across his skin.
Whitebeard, acting on instinct, gripped Murakumogiri and slashed at his own arm. Flesh tore open.
But the red liquid quickly sealed the wound, healing it with astonishing speed.
"This is the Crimson Troll's second innate ability. It can heal any wound—even regenerate lost limbs."
Fang Yi watched Whitebeard closely and added, "More importantly, the Crimson Bloodspring doesn't just heal you—it can heal your allies."
A line of black text appeared before Whitebeard's eyes.
[Crimson Bloodspring Lv.1]: Consumes energy from the crimson core to heal wounds. If [Crimson Chains] is also mastered, healing can be shared.
[Crimson Chains Lv.1]: The Crimson Troll can link its life force to allied units. While linked, any fallen ally can be resurrected by consuming the Crimson Troll's energy.
Crimson Chains and Crimson Bloodspring.
These two skills were the true reason the Crimson Troll was feared by countless races.
Just imagine it:
An endless army of trolls advancing on a city. Knights and mages burn through their mana hurling spells—yet the trolls keep rising, over and over, like waves.
Undead could be countered with holy light and would eventually stop reviving.
But Crimson Trolls? Unless someone could breach the legion and strike down the Crimson Troll hidden deep inside,
even the strongest would be overwhelmed in time.
"Crimson Chains…"
Whitebeard stood frozen, staring at the skill as if thunderstruck.
After a long silence, he murmured, "If I had Crimson Chains back then, Thatch… wouldn't have died, right?"
"He wouldn't have."
Fang Yi answered plainly. "If you'd been a Crimson Troll, and had energy left in your core, Thatch could have been resurrected even after death."
There were many legion-type bloodlines.
Besides the Crimson Troll, there were Lich Lords of the undead, Wisdom Angels from the holy realms, and more.
But the undead only used their minions as fodder—when they fell, they were replaced with new ones.
A limitless force, yes—but one that treated its own like expendables.
Wisdom Angels blessed their followers with divine power—but their allies were little more than slaves.
The angel could revoke the blessing at any time, or even kill the recipient.
Only the Crimson Troll shared its life with its allies—truly living and dying together.
"I want to exchange for the Crimson Troll bloodline."
The trial soon ended.
Still feeling the aftereffects of the Troll's power, Whitebeard walked over and picked up the bottle of crimson blood.
Fang Yi offered a reminder. "This bottle has been specially treated."
"Ordinarily, Crimson Troll blood is fatally toxic to humans. If consumed, it can't be integrated—just turns the user into a mindless half-troll."
"This one, though, is refined for compatibility. You'll be able to merge with it and awaken one innate ability."
"The rest must be purchased separately in the Game Shop."
"It's a costly path. Without enough assets, you'll never unlock the true potential of the Crimson Troll bloodline."
Fang Yi, of course, had the means to fully unlock the bloodline instantly without loss.
But that would require burning more of his own essence.
Besides, if he gave players everything all at once, how would he motivate them to go hunt corrupted monsters later?
That's why bloodline items were modular—
innate abilities and skills were sold separately.
Just like the Rinnegan in the Shinobi World:
Kumogakure, obsessed with kekkei genkai, had pooled resources to purchase a pair—
but even then, they'd only unlocked one Rinnegan ability. The rest still needed to be bought.
This approach kept players engaged.
And prevented them from missing out due to high prices before they could afford a full set.
A win-win.
"No matter what the cost—if it protects my family—
even if I have to give this old life of mine from the previous era, I won't hesitate!"
The four islands under Whitebeard Pirates' control
were suddenly enveloped in a formless force.
Invisible to the eye,
their underlying structure was rewritten by the Reincarnation Game, transforming them into game-linked zones like Alabasta's territory.
After exchanging those four small islands,
Whitebeard redeemed the Crimson Troll bloodline—
and, without hesitation, lifted the bottle and drank it down.
Ssssss…
Steam the color of blood poured from his body.
His already massive form began to change, transforming into that of a Crimson Troll.
Just like eating a Zoan fruit—
his already-muscular arms swelled, his skin taking on a crimson, armored scale texture.
His ears grew longer.
Fangs and claws sharpened.
His already-imposing Haki now pulsed with an aura of pure, terrifying savagery.
[Crimson Troll: Whitebeard!]
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