"Hey, you. What exactly is going on with you?"
Bellamy distinctly remembered shoving this King Something-the-Third's head right into his stomach. Could the dead actually be resurrected?
His curiosity was piqued. Since this world had the Yellow Spring and ghosts, the resurrection of the dead didn't seem entirely unacceptable. If that was the case, then he might as well kill him again and see.
As if patting a rubber ball, Bellamy slapped the fat pig on the head. With a gurgle, King Bruru III's head sank entirely into his body, like a meatball.
"No!"
The assassin could finally bear it no longer and leaped out. But just as she reached mid-air, a fierce gust of wind shot past, piercing her heart and sending her flying.
Bellamy flicked his fingers, then plopped down onto the throne, watching the two corpses with patient expectation.
"I wasn't mistaken, was I?" Both individuals' appearances had changed slightly. If their auras hadn't been so remarkably similar, Bellamy wouldn't have inexplicably jumped to the conclusion of resurrection.
The sound of urgent footsteps already echoed from outside the palace; it seemed the army was approaching. But to Bellamy, an army composed of ordinary soldiers, no matter how numerous, was just courting death. In his current form, if he just stood still and let them attack, they probably couldn't even breach his defense. In the world of One Piece, the power gap between the strong and the weak was almost like that between different species.
Fully armed soldiers soon rushed into the palace from outside, weapons ready. However, the moment the foremost soldiers stepped into the hall, a blast of wind struck them, sending them flying back out. Bellamy sat on the throne, resting his head on one hand, idly playing games with these soldiers while waiting boredly.
After a long while, the anticipated scene unfolded before his eyes. The king's long-dead corpse suddenly trembled, and then his head slowly emerged from his stomach. Once his body had fully recovered, the fat pig actually came back to life again.
"He really can be resurrected? What's the principle behind this?" Bellamy's interest was instantly ignited. This was resurrection from death!
King Bruru III had just recovered from his state of death when he found a familiar pair of eyes staring intently at him.
"Help me!" The ear-piercing squeal of a pig being slaughtered rang out once more. This time, however, his trousers became wet as well. This fellow seemed truly terrified of Bellamy.
"Stop screaming. No one can save you." Bellamy's interest was now thoroughly captured. Even if the entire kingdom's army were mobilized, they couldn't possibly save him. This was the tragedy of a small nation without the power to protect itself. Bellamy's individual strength surpassed that of everyone in the Lvneel Kingdom combined. Therefore, he could take whatever he wanted from this country. Such rules were universal, regardless of the world.
King Bruru III clearly didn't understand this principle, so Bellamy had to patiently educate him. After a small bout of "punishment," the fat pig finally dared not scream randomly anymore.
"Shall we begin then?" "Now, answer my question. Why can you be resurrected?"
King Bruru III stubbornly retracted his head, refusing to speak no matter what.
"A bit interesting." This guy didn't seem like a tough nut to crack. Was his torture too light?
Bellamy pinched the king's fingers, crushing them into pulp one by one. After finishing all ten fingers, he looked towards the king's toes. "Shall we continue?"
The pain of connecting nerves from ten fingers to the heart was enough to make even a true tough guy die from agony. How could this fat pig endure such torment? He had wanted to talk when the second finger was crushed, but Bellamy hadn't given him the chance, only starting the questioning after finishing this round of torture.
"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" "Please, I beg you, let me go!" "Wouldn't it have been easier to just say so from the start? Why pretend to be tough in front of me?" A fat pig living in pampered luxury day after day, whose very existence was a waste of food, actually dared to waste his time.
Bellamy's expression instantly turned ugly. "Explain everything within ten seconds."
King Bruru III had actually been mentally rehearsing, trying to concoct a story to fool Bellamy. But Bellamy gave him no opportunity. To Bellamy, exchanging even one more word with such trash was a waste of precious life.
Unable to withstand the terrifying pressure, King Bruru III finally uttered a strange name. "Devil's Whisker! It's the Devil's Whisker!"
"What is this Devil's Whisker?!" Bellamy's voice hadn't even faded when King Bruru III's head exploded with a BOOM, without any warning.
This happened too suddenly; milky-white brain matter nearly splattered onto Bellamy's face.
"Who was that!" Who could bypass his Observation Haki and penetrate his guard to kill someone?
Bellamy leaped up from the throne, but after a long wait, there was no movement around him. His gaze shifted to the assassin, who had revived once again.
"Don't look at me. I don't have that kind of ability." "And don't bother asking me either. I don't know anything." The assassin smiled at Bellamy, then produced a dagger and sliced off her own head with one stroke. She was a true death-sworn warrior; once her master died, she held no more value.
This time, they should be truly dead for good. Bellamy could sense that this resurrection likely had significant limitations. He looked at the two corpses, lost in thought. "The moment the name 'Devil's Whisker' was spoken, it seemed to trigger some taboo." Was it a contract, or a curse?
Whatever it was, Bellamy had still managed to obtain some useful information.
"Devil's Whisker…" Muttering this strange name, he suddenly recalled a legend. No one knew where Devil Fruits grew, nor how they were harvested. Legend had it that the appearance of Devil Fruits was actually part of a worldwide 'Gu' breeding ground. The ruler of the Great Kingdom wished to harvest the souls of numerous strong individuals. Thus, Devil Fruits, born in unknown places, would randomly fall anywhere in the world once mature. Those fortunate enough to eat a Devil Fruit would easily gain great power. But upon their deaths, their souls would be taken by the hidden creator behind the scenes.
This was just a baseless legend, and Bellamy had always considered it mere folklore. But now that something called the Devil's Whisker had actually appeared before his eyes, Bellamy couldn't help but wonder just how much truth there was to this legend.