One Piece: Shanks' Little Jasmine

Chapter 131 Taking Life

Moko frowned, her seemingly casual movements revealing her vigilance, constantly on guard against Leviathan's attack. She could sense that the man named Leviathan was extremely dangerous; at least the strength he had revealed so far was comparable to that of an admiral. Shanks once said that one must be cautious of an enemy whose existence is unknown in every aspect, and never let one's arrogance lead to an irreparable situation for oneself and one's comrades.

As for the ability to freely transform into other people's appearances, is it a Devil Fruit? But it doesn't seem quite right, because the aura of someone who has eaten a Devil Fruit is not as murky as Leviathan's.

Speaking of which, Leviathan seems to have said that Aesop has been eaten by him. Moko once saw such a record in the Poneglyphs. If multiple people coexist in one body, then the aura of the body will be chaotic and disordered. But this is just a record. Moko had never seen it before. If what Leviathan said is true, then it is not surprising that the aura of the body is so chaotic and disordered.

“Miss Moko, please become a part of me. You are so beautiful that only someone as beautiful and flawless as me is worthy of you. How can ordinary people be worthy of your love? I am the one who loves you the most, Miss Moko.”

Leviathan spoke passionately, his face flushed with excitement, his eyes filled with madness, completely ignoring Moko's increasingly cold gaze. Love, does such a creature even deserve to utter this word?

To ordinary people, Leviathan's appearance was indeed superb. His narrow, fox-like eyes were naturally alluring. Although he was a man, he had a face more seductive than a woman's. Even his voice was as sweet as honey, possessing the power to lure people into a dream world and kill them. He looked very similar to the succubus described in the book who lured people to hell.

But such a false appearance could not deceive Moko's eyes at all. In Moko's eyes, Leviathan could not even be called a living being. Even if it looked somewhat human, its essence was still just a strange creature made up of a bunch of mutated and twisted flesh. A bunch of flesh on top of a head, Moko could not appreciate such beauty.

"Miss Moko, please let me eat you."

Leviathan repeated his previous request, which was laughable that a monster would know how to be polite. However, the request itself was not pleasant. But it didn't matter; Moko had had enough of Leviathan's nonsense, and her brows were full of impatience.

"A monster made of rotting flesh, it was truly hideous and repulsive."

A single, casual remark silenced Leviathan. The infatuated look in his eyes as he gazed at Moko suddenly turned twisted with jealousy, and his previous docile demeanor vanished completely.

"You dare to say I'm ugly? My beauty was bestowed upon me by that lord himself. It is a beauty unparalleled in the world. Miss Moko, it seems you still need to be properly trained. How about I offer you to that lord? When you meet that lord, you will surely be captivated by him. We will become the same kind, and then you will surely understand my love for you."

Leviathan charged toward Moko as he spoke, his eyes gleaming with an air of certainty. Moko stood frozen in place, seemingly terrified. As Leviathan's smugness intensified, Moko curled her lips in a mocking smile. A dagger hidden in her shawl slid out of Moko's hand, a flash of cold light, and a deadly threat loomed. Leviathan leaped back a considerable distance, but several strands of hair on his forehead were still cut off, falling lightly into the sea of ​​flowers and disappearing without a trace.

"It's really unexpected that Miss Moko, an ordinary person, can use a knife. Ah, that's wonderful, wonderful! You're becoming more and more to my liking, my delicious Miss Moko."

Leviathan's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at Moko as if she were a delicious dish. Moko lowered her eyes wearily. Waking up to find a perverted monster first thing in the morning was just too much.

"What a pity, this strike should have chopped off your head."

"Miss Moko, are you trying to kill me? Ah, this really excites me!"

As the words fell, Leviathan charged at Moko with a frenzy, more than twice as fast as before. His once normal hands twisted and turned into sharp blades, clashing with the dagger in Moko's hand with a crisp metallic sound.

"Hahahaha, kill them all, I will kill you in the most beautiful way and enjoy you properly."

The two moved with lightning speed, so fast that their figures were completely invisible. Leviathan's confident expression gradually disappeared as he sensed Moko's increasingly rapid attack speed.

"Clang!"

With the dagger held horizontally in front of her chest, she met the rapidly approaching cold light head-on. A tremendous force came from the point where the dagger met Leviathan's nimble hand. The dagger was firmly attached to the flesh that Leviathan had transformed into a blade, making it impossible to pull out. Moko slightly furrowed her beautiful brows, and with a slight twist of her wrist holding the dagger, a black and red domineering aura on her body faintly took shape and merged into the dagger. The white blade instantly turned black, and a burning sensation came from the dagger. The flesh that was attached to the dagger suddenly loosened, and Moko took the opportunity to pull out the dagger. With a spin, she slashed fiercely at Leviathan's neck.

As the attack ended, the two quickly created a large distance between them. The light white shawl that Moko wore floated into the air with the huge spinning motion during the attack, gently letting the breeze shape it in various ways until it finally fell slowly to the ground, covering the remaining winter flowers.

"drop!"

A drop of blood fell onto a small white flower covered in snow, turning it into a bewitching crimson. But then the flower quickly withered and disappeared. As if sensing something, Mihua, who had been lying on the table in the pavilion, stood up and stared quietly in the direction of Leviathan.

Leviathan reached out and touched the wound on his cheek. When he saw the blood on his fingers, his expression turned horrified. He pulled out a mirror from somewhere and looked at his face, seemingly particularly concerned about his appearance.

A long gash was slashed across his handsome face, and blood kept seeping out. Leviathan tried to heal, but it was as if some unknown force was preventing the wound from healing.

"Even a monster like you, does your blood flow red?"

"Aaaaah! How dare you ruin the supreme beauty that sage bestowed upon me! You are despicable! I will absolutely skin you alive and tear you apart!"

The black mist surrounding Leviathan suddenly exploded, heading straight for Moko. She twirled the dagger in her hand, the dark blade radiating a chilling aura. One must be vigilant against unknown enemies. In fact, Shanks' words had a follow-up: when one's strength is sufficient to disregard everything, no unknown is to be feared.

Just as Moko was about to make her move, Leviathan suddenly stopped and staggered. He clutched his head in obvious pain, and although it was Leviathan's voice when he spoke, the aura he exuded became that of Aesop, whom Moko was familiar with.

"No, you mustn't hurt Miss Moko."

"Kill her! Kill her!"

"Eat her, eat her and I will become the most beautiful person, and that lord will surely be able to see me."

"Can't……"

"You piece of trash, how dare you talk back to me! Die, die!"

As if possessing multiple personalities, Leviathan's aura constantly shifted, his originally handsome face sometimes transforming into Aesop, and sometimes into someone Moko didn't recognize.

Moko raised an eyebrow and turned around to see Mihua, who was surrounded by a white halo, staring straight at Leviathan. Sweet Fruit's ability was revealed last time to be dream healing, but Mihua's ability had never been shown before. Now it seemed that it was probably an environmental ability, such as interference, alteration, purification, or restraint.

Leviathan kept changing for a while, then it seemed to finally collapse, turning into a cloud of black mist and disappearing under Moko's gaze.

Arriving out of nowhere, leaving out of nowhere, Moko pursed her lips and slowly walked to the place where Leviathan had just stood. Not only where Leviathan's blood had dripped, but the entire surrounding area had lost all life force and become withered and desolate.

It's like a curse; if it's not resolved, the entire sea cliff will be polluted. This Leviathan is truly a problem in every sense of the word.

"Pfft~"

The aura around Mihua had disappeared. Wearing a shawl on her head, she fluttered to Moke's feet, tilting her head to look at Moke, without even bothering to approach the withered grass in front of her.

"To steal life force? It seems those people have already begun their operation..."

Moko gently raised her hand, and the healing power in her palm condensed into a crystal butterfly that flew towards the withered little flower. The heavy fog, like a thick curtain, gently veiled Moko's thin and frail figure. In the hazy and mysterious mist, the butterfly, like a dreamlike elf, flitted among the flowers and gently landed on the withered and fragile petals. Specks of starlight fell into the desolate earth with the flapping of its wings.

"What do I care about the truth hidden deep in the world, or the gods who try to seize the world? The only thing I care about is Shanks."

As dawn broke and the thick morning mist dissipated, the once barren land had already regained its vitality. The pure white petals emitted a faint, cool fragrance, and the crisp morning breeze swept by, causing the glistening water droplets suspended in the air to sway gently.

The sea cliffs, once covered in snow, are now bursting with vibrant color. Flowers of all colors gracefully unfurl their petals, and as the morning light gently falls, the sea of ​​flowers seems to be gilded with a dreamlike golden glow. The sunlight delicately penetrates each tender petal, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow. On the quiet path, only a beautiful, serene silhouette remains, making the whole world seem both distant and unfamiliar.

Shanks, if the gods want to take your destiny away, then I will drag that self-proclaimed god down from his throne and kill him with my own hands.