Very soon, Daruma's usually expressionless eyes reflected sudden panic. An impossible scene was unfolding before him.
That human, during the fall, twisted his body in the air until he was upside down, feet toward the sky.
And he extended both arms and, using only his thumbs and index fingers, grabbed two sharp spikes jutting out from the bottom—without even scratching himself.
"W-what the hell…?" he muttered, swallowing hard. "This guy… he's not human."
He could feel his heart racing as he realized that if he kept going, he'd end up without a head too.
"There's no way I'll make it out alive if I keep this up…" he whispered with a trembling voice. "I'd better leave and report everything to the captain… before it's too late."
Determined to avoid a fatal end, he didn't think twice: he found the perfect excuse to get out of there and, without waiting for that human to return to the surface, vanished on the spot.
At the bottom of a pit more than ten meters deep, Tiberion radiated pure calm vibes.
But suddenly, he exhaled so forcefully that his voice echoed like thunder.
"Hah!"
At the same time, his wrists tensed, launching him upward from the bottom in an inverted position.
An instant later, he landed softly on the surface and, with all his muscles tensed, stood upright, balanced only on his big toes.
Once on the surface, he looked around. The other officer of the New Fishman Pirates had escaped, though Dosun's lifeless body was still there.
With a calm pace, he approached the headless corpse, took all the berries it had, and headed toward the barbershop.
Without a word, he carefully placed the money on the counter, thus paying for the haircut he hadn't paid for.
Stunned, Martha watched him, her heart racing.
Although she was terrified by the wild and murderous aura the man gave off, she couldn't deny that savagery attracted her in a magnetic way. Every one of his features, that inhuman strength, and the confidence with which he moved, ignited in her a desire as sudden as it was uncontrollable.
As he walked away, she couldn't take her eyes off his broad back. Her hands trembled imagining what it would be like to be protected by someone like him… someone capable of annihilating enemies with almost no effort.
And at the same time, she couldn't help but imagine the more "beastly" side of that power. She felt heat rising through her body at the thought of that strength unleashed upon her…
A shiver of pleasure ran down her legs as she bit her lower lip, imagining it all in detail that made her blush.
What it would feel like to wrap her legs around that sculpted torso… or dig her nails into that back that, even from afar, was clearly defined.
She wondered how much stamina this man had, how wild he would become in bed. She was sure that with him she would never lack protection… or satisfaction.
And yet, as she stretched her hand on impulse to call him, she realized it was useless.
Not even she, with all her beauty, could have him all to herself…
The space between them felt immense, as if they belonged to different worlds.
"Ah~…" she exhaled, a moan of frustration.
She watched his silhouette fade into the distance and realized, with a bittersweet taste, that she wasn't ready to handle such a beastly torrent of power and desire. Her heart pounded, yearning for that thrill, while at the same time recognizing she might not be able to fully satisfy a man like that.
And before she could call him again, Tiberion had already vanished.
…
The man in question walked with his hands in his pockets, projecting both absolute confidence and restrained savagery.
His steps were silent, and every movement conveyed effortless strength. With each step he took, the space around him seemed to distort.
Some of the people in his path instinctively stepped aside.
More than one man, upon seeing him, lowered their gaze with a mix of envy and confusion.
It was as if they understood that no matter how confident they were in themselves, the presence of this human completely overshadowed them.
"Do you feel that aura?" one murmured, swallowing hard. "It's like he's the only one here…"
"Yeah…" another nodded, voice low. "He's not some regular guy. He must be insanely strong."
Meanwhile, the mermaids who had gathered in one place watched him with their cheeks completely red.
Some covered their mouths to stifle a barely audible gasp; others instinctively squeezed their legs together, feeling a tingle of excitement at the sight of that figure overflowing with testosterone.
"Just looking at him makes my knees go weak~…" one whispered, feeling a slight tremble travel from her belly down to her thighs. "I can't help but squeeze my legs!"
"I know, it's scary… but also…" another said, biting her lip and staring at Tiberion's broad back. "There's something about him that makes you want to lose control. Like his body is flooded with pheromones ready to trap you."
Several of them exchanged complicit glances, blushing furiously but unable to hide their interest. Their breathing grew heavier, fully aware that if Tiberion approached with that intention, none of them would be able to resist.
Deep down, some of them imagined a fiery night, overwhelmed by the sheer savagery and domination that man would pour into a wild, possessive desire.
"If he looked at me…" one of them whispered softly, fingers interlaced as she stared at her own trembling legs, "I don't know if I could say no."
"Me neither…" another laughed nervously. "And the worst part is, I think I'd want it with all my heart."
"Kyaa~, stop!" a third squealed, covering her face with both hands, torn between embarrassment and longing. "Just thinking about it makes my heart race like crazy!"
Tiberion barely spared an indifferent glance at all the attention he was attracting. After all, this was only twenty percent of the Hanma purity flowing through his veins—it didn't really mean much.
"With just this..." he muttered under his breath, with a half-smile, "it's barely enough to dazzle these ordinary people."
When that purity reached one hundred percent, he was convinced that no being in the world would be able to resist his hormones—especially women.
The intensity of the pheromones he would then emit would easily flood anyone's senses, even if it were an empress like Boa Hancock, or Yamato.
Not to mention girls like Nami, Hiyori, Princess Vivi, or Rebecca. All of them, without exception, would be trapped by his overwhelming testosterone, their legs trembling and minds clouded with sexual thoughts, ranging from fear to an irresistible attraction.
'If they saw me in that state, they'd probably let out a moan of pure shock and fall to their knees before saying anything coherent…'
But remembering the matter of "channeling" Yujiro made him frown.
The haircut, the posture, the way he smiled... all those details he had already assimilated to better embody what Hanma blood represented.
What else could he do to keep moving forward...?
!
"Yujiro always insisted on sex..." he murmured, recalling his words. He had advised Baki to do it non-stop in order to break his limits.
With that, he understood it perfectly.
Having sex wasn't just a carnal exchange; in his case—when it came to the Hanma—it was a method to unleash their full potential and perhaps awaken the "Demon Brain" that the Hanmas carried.
If Baki had reached a new level after intense sex with his girlfriend, why couldn't he replicate that here, in this world?
"Once my own mind awakens that part..." he whispered, eyes gleaming fiercely, "not even the Observation Haki of the strongest would be an obstacle for me."
He trusted so much in his talent that he didn't even worry about One Piece's training methods; he was sure he could master all three types of Haki effortlessly, if he so wished.
Ordinary humans had a talent cap of 100 points, whereas his, with just twenty percent Hanma purity, had already soared to 300.
Not bad, considering the number of outstanding creatures in this world. However, in the most advanced phase of his development, he was certain his talent would be unmatched.
Soon, he walked with firm steps toward a small tailor shop.
He needed to change his outfit for something more comfortable and fitting to Yujiro's style: a simple black T-shirt and a loose, wide pair of pants in deep black, able to stretch and fold without issue.
Upon crossing the door, he found himself facing a young mermaid, in charge of taking measurements and tailoring each piece to the client's preferences.
She was, quite simply, dazzling. Her silhouette combined the grace of femininity with generous attributes. The upper part of her body showed smooth, soft skin, with delicate shoulders and firm, voluptuous breasts that stood out with each breath.
Her hips were wide and harmonious, designed to draw anyone's attention. Instead of legs, she had a long tail covered in shiny green scales. Delicate fins fluttered near her waist, enhancing the sensuality of her every movement.
Her face, with gentle features and large eyes, was framed by silky pink hair falling in soft strands.
The mermaid blinked as she felt the overwhelming presence of Tiberion, who stood there, still, back straight, hands in his pockets.
His presence was imposing, and not just because of the evident muscles under his shirt—there was something magnetic about him, an intense energy that seemed to seep into the air and slip through every pore.
"G-Good afternoon," she managed to greet him, controlling the slight trembling of her hands.
"I need loose black pants," Tiberion said plainly, no nonsense. "Something that lets me move freely. And a simple fitted T-shirt to match."
The mermaid quickly rushed to take his measurements, measuring the circumference of his chest, waist, legs, and jotting down every detail with increasingly unsteady hands.
She felt a tingling in the pit of her stomach every time she had to wrap those arms or place the tape across his pecs. Every second spent near him, she could feel the wild tension emanating from his body.
The longer the tailoring took, the harder it became for her to breathe normally.
Her body reacted involuntarily—a heat ran along her skin, from the base of her tail to the tips of her fins.
It was as if Tiberion's pheromones were wrapping around her, awakening something deep within.
"I-I'll be right back…" she stammered at one point, stepping aside to head to the bathroom. She needed to splash her face with water and inhale some cold air. Her cheeks were burning red, and her heart was pounding in her chest.
She came back once, but as soon as she resumed her work, she had to leave again. It was as if Tiberion's presence erased her ability to stay composed.
Her breathing quickened, and the moisture on her skin intensified, producing a delicate sheen around her lower belly.
'This… has never happened with any client before…' she repeated in her mind, overwhelmed by shame and, at the same time, by a desire that had awakened and was now throbbing within her.
Tiberion, for his part, said nothing—he simply stood silently, looking around patiently as the mermaid worked. His mere existence was enough to fill the entire room.
After a little over an hour, the young woman finished the pants and the shirt. With trembling hands, she handed them to him:
"H-here they are… I hope they're to your liking."
Tiberion, nearly impassive, checked the fabric quality and left, not without giving a slight nod of gratitude.
That alone was enough to send a jolt through her body. When the door closed behind him, the air seemed to lift an unbearable—or perhaps intoxicating—weight.
As soon as the human disappeared, the mermaid's strength vanished. Her legs—or rather, her tail—gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor.
With her face burning in a deep blush and her body soaked in a fine sweat, she breathed heavily, letting out soft gasps.
"W-what kind of human is that…?" she murmured, her voice breaking from arousal, "He was only here for an hour and… left me in this state so… so humiliating and pleasurable at the same time~"
She tried to control the tremor coursing through her body, recalling how the human's proximity had made her pulse race and her skin tingle in every spot.
That indifferent gaze, which paradoxically conveyed overwhelming savagery, had slipped deep inside her, igniting fantasies she never imagined having.
"That definitely… wasn't h-human…" she stammered, struggling to get up, "And I… almost lost my mind just by sensing him."
As she caught her breath, leaning against the doorframe, a wave of lewd thoughts began to flood her mind again.
'What would happen…' her lips trembled slightly.
What would happen if she saw him again, if their encounter was more intimate… how much stronger could that magnetism become, to the point of leaving her completely surrendered at his feet?
For a moment, she let herself be carried away by the image of that man's pecs brushing against her skin, of those large hands devouring her body… and the way her tail might coil around his muscles, trying to hold onto him… or at least savor a moment of that overflowing savagery.
But the door remained closed, and he would not return.
Tiberion dressed in the black shirt and the new martial arts pants that had been tailored just for him.
And just as he had anticipated, the moment he adjusted the fabric over his body and felt its softness, a wave of power reverberated through him.
"Hmph…" he snorted, flexing his arms. "My interpretation increased by another 5%."
He could feel it: the flow of his blood throbbed with impressive energy—it had taken a leap, and a big one.
His body felt even more solid, more firm, and it was as if the power swirled within every muscle. A five percent increase in his purity might not sound like much, but for someone with Yujiro's bloodline, even a small advance represented an exponential leap.
It was hard not to get swept away by the sensation of power burning within him.
Especially knowing the damage Yujiro could cause with a single blow when activating "Demon Back"—up to one hundred thousand tons.
He, with just twenty-five percent Hanma purity, could already unleash a punch of at least ten thousand tons—without even activating that ability…
Thinking about this sent a surge of anticipation through him.
It was like facing the towering potential of his own being, knowing that he was still far from his limit.
'With every breakthrough, I keep wondering just how far I'll be able to go in this world…'
He then decided he also needed to get a pair of simple cloth shoes, in the style Yujiro used to wear.
A seemingly minor detail—but one that represented the perfect fusion between comfort, lightness, and the ability to fight without restrictions.
And, as expected, the moment he put on the new pair and tied them around his ankles, he felt another 5% jump.
His stats, which already far surpassed the human average, surged once again. He felt the musculature in his legs become more compact, his body's balance even more refined, and the solidity of his center of gravity unmistakably stronger.
[Base Talent: 350 + 50
Base Strength: 5100 + 1000
Base Endurance: 5100 + 1000
Base Speed: 5100 + 1000
Base Density: 5100 + 1000
Mastery of all Yujiro Hanma's combat abilities: +30%]
With those numbers in mind, he dared to throw a hook through the air, feeling how his arm sliced the void with incredible speed and power.
If he decided to put all his strength into that punch, he was convinced he could fracture a small mountain without much trouble.
"I think I'm already at a mid-tier level of strength in this world…" he muttered, a spark of triumph flashing in his gaze, "And I know this isn't my limit."
Because there was still one major component left to unlock more facets of Hanma purity: sex.
Yujiro had made that clear to Baki back then, and Tiberion couldn't ignore that truth. There was a physiological and mental barrier that could only be broken through the most uninhibited, animalistic intimacy.
"However…" he sighed inexplicably, "with whom will I do it?"
The mermaids of Fishman Island—so many of them were incredibly beautiful and sensual, with those bodies designed for beauty and fluid movement in water.
But the very idea posed a problem: his power was already so great, and his desire so intense, that he feared hurting such delicate creatures.
A sting of guilt ran down his back at the thought of a mermaid passing out—or worse, having her life in danger—after sex that was too intense.
So two figures came to mind—ones he considered more capable of enduring his overwhelming desire without dying: Shyarly, the thick gothic mermaid, and Princess Shirahoshi, although both were larger than him and their beauty felt unreal.
But both had bodies that, at a glance, seemed stronger than most other mermaids.
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