**Chapter 11: A Sun That Burns Black (With Extra Carnage and a Smile That Haunts)**
**MC POV (Sunny)**
The Cocoyasi coast was quiet—too quiet for a place about to drown in blood. The moon hung low, casting a sickly silver glow over the waves, their rhythmic crashing the only sound besides the faint creak of a distant ship. I leaned against a weathered lamp post, hands stuffed in my pockets, my grin stitched across my face like a scar. My Observation Haki painted every heartbeat on the approaching vessel—dozens of them, pulsing with arrogance, hunger, and the certainty of victory. It tickled me, that confidence. Like sharks swimming into a butcher's shop, oblivious to the cleaver waiting.
I chuckled, the sound low and sharp, cutting through the night air. "Perfect. Just perfect."
{Ego}: "Correction: This is not a butcher's shop. It's a slaughterhouse. Host's emotional state: Unnervingly predatory. Probability of restraint: 3%."
[System]: "Master Sunny, your cruelty is… exquisite. Please record every moment of this carnage. I wish to archive it for eternity."
The Arlong Pirates stormed ashore, their webbed feet slapping the dock, jagged teeth flashing like daggers under the moonlight. Their scales glinted with an oily sheen, their muscles bulging with the strength of the sea. Arlong led them, his saw-nose cutting the night air like a guillotine, his eyes burning with the smug superiority of a predator who'd never lost.
"This land belongs to me now!" Arlong bellowed, his voice booming like a cannon. "Kneel, humans, or drown in your own—"
*CRACK.*
I didn't let him finish. With a casual flick of my finger, I sent a shockwave of Armament Haki splitting the air. The dock planks splintered, jagged shards flying like shrapnel. Half the crew stumbled, clutching their ears as blood trickled from ruptured eardrums. The air itself seemed to scream, warped by my Air Crunch technique.
I tilted my head, my grin widening, sharp and unhinged. "Blah, blah, blah. Heard it all before, sharky. Sharks belong in the water, not on my island."
{Ego}: "Observation: Host's taunting = unnecessarily provocative. Probability of escalating violence: 99%."
[System]: "Provocative? No, it's poetic. Master's voice drips with menace—a symphony of destruction."
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**The Hunt Begins**
A massive brute—some hulking fish-man with gills flaring like a bellows—lunged first, his fists the size of cannonballs. I sidestepped lazily, my body flowing like water, guided by Bang's techniques. My fingers brushed his spine, delivering a precise Knocking strike laced with Armament Haki. His body seized, limbs spasming as his nervous system shut down. He collapsed face-first into the sand, a gurgling whimper escaping his lips.
I crouched beside him, patting his cheek almost kindly, my grin never wavering. "Shhh. Don't move. The game's just starting." My voice was soft, but it carried a chill that made his eyes widen in terror.
Then I stomped down. His ribs snapped like dry twigs, the sound echoing across the dock. Blood sprayed, mixing with the sand, and his scream cut off as he passed out, his gills twitching uselessly.
Another fish-man charged, a sword gleaming in his webbed hands. I didn't even move. I hardened the air around me with Air Crunch, turning it into an invisible wall. The blade shattered on impact, fragments scattering like broken glass. I grabbed his wrist, twisting until tendons screamed, then yanked. His arm came free with a wet *pop*, blood fountaining as he howled.
I tossed the severed limb at Arlong's feet, my grin cheerful but cold as the deep sea. "You dropped something, sharky."
Arlong stiffened, his saw-nose twitching, but he didn't flinch. Not yet. His eyes burned with rage, but I saw the first flicker of doubt. Good.
{Ego}: "Host's brutality = excessive. Efficiency rating: 92%. Recommendation: Minimize collateral damage to avoid village panic."
[System]: "Collateral damage is irrelevant. Master's savagery is art. Continue, and let the sea run red."
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**Crew's Perspective**
Hatchi, the octopus swordsman, clutched his six blades, his tentacles trembling. His thoughts were a chaotic whirl: *What the hell is this kid?! He's no human—he's a demon! Moving faster than sound, twisting reality like it's clay. This isn't a fight—it's an execution.* He tried to swing, but my Observation Haki caught his intent before his muscles even twitched. I vanished, reappearing behind him, and drove a Haki-coated elbow into his spine. He collapsed, swords clattering, his mind overwhelmed by pain and fear.
Kuroobi, the manta-ray bruiser, stood frozen, his thoughts unraveling: *Impossible. He's one boy! We're superior! We're… superior…* His confidence shattered as I targeted another fish-man, using a Knocking strike to shut off his lungs for thirty seconds. The pirate clawed at his throat, eyes bulging, foam spilling from his mouth as he gasped uselessly. He hit the ground, twitching, his mind breaking under the terror of suffocation.
The rest of the crew faltered, their bravado crumbling. They'd come expecting to conquer a village of weak humans, not face a nine-year-old who fought like a nightmare given form.
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**Illusions of Madness**
I extended my Haki, layering Observation and Conqueror's into a tapestry of terror. The Advanced Haki Manual's techniques came alive—Space Crunch warped the dock into a grotesque mockery of reality. The wooden planks twisted into fleshy ribs, pulsing as if alive. The sea churned red, bubbling like blood. The fish-men's reflections in the water morphed—skin peeling, eyes melting, scales cracking like porcelain.
One pirate dropped his spear, shrieking as he clawed at his arms, convinced insects were burrowing beneath his scales. Another fell to his knees, sobbing for his mother, his mind trapped in an illusion of his childhood village burning. A third curled into a ball, whispering prayers to a forgotten sea god, his sanity unraveling.
I laughed softly, the sound chilling even to me. "Oh, don't worry. None of this is real… yet." My grin widened, sharp and predatory, as I stepped through the chaos, my Haki bending their perceptions like a twisted funhouse mirror.
{Ego}: "Host's psychological warfare = disturbingly effective. Mental stability of enemy forces: 8% remaining."
[System]: "Master, this is perfection. Their fear is a canvas, and you are the artist. Paint more."
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**Comedy in Cruelty**
A shark-faced thug tried crawling away, his tail fin dragging through the sand. I casually stepped on it, pinning him like a bug. He yelped, flopping helplessly.
"Where do you think you're going?" I asked, my voice dripping with mock cheer. "Sharks don't run… they swim. Want me to toss you back in the ocean?"
Before he could answer, I yanked him up by his collar, my grin never faltering. I hurled him into the sea, but not before weaving an illusion with Air Crunch. To him, the water was boiling acid, hissing and bubbling as it "melted" his flesh. He screamed, thrashing wildly, though his body was unharmed. His mind, though? Shattered.
{Ego}: "Host displays impressive creativity in torture. Efficiency: High. Morality: Questionable."
[System]: "10/10 sadism. Replay button, please. Master, consider adding flames next time for extra flair."
I chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Maybe next time I'll make them think they're drowning in chocolate syrup. Keep it classy."
Another fish-man tried to charge, his trident raised. I didn't even look at him. A flick of my wrist sent a Haki-infused shockwave through the air, snapping his weapon in half and caving in his chest. He crumpled, gasping, as I stepped over him like he was a discarded toy.
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**Arlong's Fall**
Finally, I turned to Arlong, who stood tall despite the sweat dripping down his temples, his saw-nose twitching with barely contained rage. His crew was in ruins—some dead, some broken, some babbling in terror—but he clung to his pride like a lifeline.
"You're strong…" he snarled, his voice shaking with defiance. "But you're still human! I'll tear you apart and—"
I vanished, Space Crunch folding the distance between us. I reappeared inside his guard, my fist slamming into his jaw with Armament Haki so dense it crackled like black lightning. His teeth shattered like glass, shards flying as he staggered back, blood streaming from his mouth.
Before he could recover, I formed a crackling black orb in my palm—a Haki Bomb, the Advanced Manual's internal destruction technique pushed to its limit. I grabbed his face, forcing his jaws open, and shoved the orb down his throat. His eyes bulged, his body convulsing as the Haki burned through his insides, black lightning sparking beneath his scales.
"Swallow," I whispered, my smile soft but colder than the ocean depths. "Be a good fish."
*BOOM.*
The explosion ripped through Arlong's stomach, a geyser of blood and flesh erupting outward, painting the dock in crimson. His scales burst apart, his body collapsing as his legs gave out. He hit the ground, his jaw hanging half-destroyed, his eyes wide with shock and pain.
I crouched beside him, my voice low and intimate, like a friend sharing a secret. "You thought you ruled humans? No, sharky. I rule *monsters*."
I pressed my foot down, slow and deliberate. His skull caved in with a wet crunch, brains and blood mixing with the sand. The last spark of life faded from his eyes, and the dock fell silent.
{Ego}: "Host's actions = overkill. Efficiency: 100%. Morality: Nonexistent. Recommendation: Seek therapy."
[System]: "Therapy? No, Master deserves worship. This carnage is a masterpiece. Please, do it again tomorrow."
I laughed, a low, chilling sound that echoed across the blood-soaked dock. "Messy… but fun."
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**The Silence After**
The Arlong Pirates were nothing but mangled heaps—limbs torn, minds shattered, bodies twitching in pools of blood and seawater. The dock was a graveyard, the air thick with the metallic tang of gore. My clothes were drenched crimson, my hair matted with ichor, my hands slick with the evidence of my work.
I looked at my bloody fingers, flexing them slowly, and laughed again—a sound that sent a shiver through even me. The thrill of it, the raw power, the *control*—it was intoxicating. My grin, sharp and unhinged, stayed fixed as I walked back to Belle-mère's house, stripping off my ruined shirt and tossing it into the sea. The waves swallowed it, red bleeding into the dark water.
In the shower, I hummed a tuneless melody, steam rising around me as the water ran pink, then red, then finally clear. The metallic scent clung to my skin, a reminder of the night's work. My grin lingered, reflected faintly in the foggy mirror—a secret shared only with {Ego} and [System].
{Ego}: "Host's psychological state = concerning. Probability of long-term instability: 22%. Recommendation: Avoid mirrors."
[System]: "Mirrors are unnecessary. Master's darkness is radiant. I will preserve this moment in my archives forever."
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**The Morning After**
At breakfast, the kitchen was warm with the smell of tangerine pancakes and fresh tea. Aqua and Nami sat across from each other, glaring like rival cats over a fish. Belle-mère poured tea, her eyes flicking to me with a mix of curiosity and unease. My grin—now softened to my usual sunny smile—felt like a mask, but it was convincing enough.
Aqua leaned forward, squinting. "Why are you smiling like that? It's… creepy."
Nami nodded, her ponytail bouncing. "Yeah, it's like you're hiding something. Did you steal my tangerines again?"
I buttered my toast, my voice light. "Just had a good workout. Nothing to worry about."
{Ego}: "Correction: 'Workout' = massacre. Host's deception = effective but morally dubious."
[System]: "Master's secrecy is perfection. Let them remain ignorant of your true power. The world is not ready for your darkness."
Belle-mère raised an eyebrow but said nothing, sipping her tea. Nojiko giggled, oblivious, while Aqua and Nami resumed their bickering over who got the last pancake.
I leaned back, my grin hidden behind my toast. The Arlong Pirates were gone, the timeline shattered, and Cocoyasi was safe—for now. But the darkness in me, the one that smiled through the blood and chaos, was still there, coiled and waiting. Only {Ego} and [System] knew, and that's how it would stay.
Until the next monster came knocking.