Sebastian Xiao frowned.
The conditions Wapol Xiao offered were good—very good. He could gain another subordinate for free.
But the more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt.
Wapol Xiao's oath…
did not actually forbid betrayal.
So the plan was obvious:
Swear first to lower my guard… then use his Devil Fruit to sneak attack.
He wins, his oath stays intact, and I get played?
This kid's brain really spun in a different direction.
Absolutely not someone who could be kept alive.
From that oath alone, everything Wapol Xiao said afterward was worthless. Sebastian Xiao didn't hesitate—he drew a Wapol-alloy crescent blade.
"Hanmei. Go."
"BOOOOOM~~~~~~!!"
"Wapol… slim!"
"Spare me!"
"Again."
"BOOOOOM~~~~~~!!"
"Wapol… slim ~~!"
"…"
"…"
Xi Hanmei didn't even know how many times she had chopped Wapol Xiao by now.
He would just eat himself and revive again and again.
But each resurrection weakened him. His counterattacks grew softer, slower—until eventually, she could pummel him without even draining his energy first.
At last, Wapol Xiao had shrunk to the size of a small child.
His bones were so brittle that a light poke could probably shatter him.
And even then—
he still didn't use the trump card Sebastian Xiao had been wary of.
"You really are patient."
Sebastian Xiao's expression darkened as he drifted closer like a phantom.
"Kill me! Just kill me—don't humiliate me like this!!"
Wapol Xiao lay sprawled across the stone platform, completely broken. He no longer activated his ability—perhaps because he physically couldn't anymore.
Sebastian Xiao frowned, eyeing him in silence.
But he still refused to step out of the dimensional farm.
"You won't give me the final blow yourself?"
Wapol Xiao stared at the illusionary projection of Sebastian Xiao, voice trembling with anticipation. He wanted to die by his hands, not by an outsider.
But he didn't know—
Sebastian Xiao had been waiting for him to say exactly that.
Knew it. You're waiting for me to walk in so you can spring your final hidden move.
Too bad… everything is within my expectations.
"Pretending to be weak so I approach, then hitting me with a secret technique?
Keep dreaming."
A flash of smugness crossed Sebastian Xiao's eyes.
The weaker the enemy, the more dangerous they were.
He wasn't one of those pompous villains who just had to step onto the field personally—only to get ambushed and killed for showing off.
"Sister Hanmei—finish him."
The order came instantly.
"I really admire you… you shameless Old bastard!!"
Wapol Xiao spat, voice cracking with fury.
At last he understood—
Why did this guy, with such overwhelming power, refuse to come out and fight him directly?
Why hide in his private dimension and make that woman torture him repeatedly, provoking him into continuing the battle?
It turned out Sebastian Xiao thought he had another Devil Fruit hidden as a last resort.
Wapol Xiao felt so wronged he could die from it a second time.
He really didn't have any trump cards!
Couldn't he at least get a quick death?!
If I had known… I should've just surrendered…
Full of regret, Wapol Xiao's head was cleanly severed by Xi Hanmei's blade.
His entire body dissolved into golden light, flowing into Sebastian Xiao as nourishment.
The Daluo Dao Fruit hovering in the sky also descended and merged into Xiao once more.
Time on the stone platform rewound, restoring everything to its original state.
Xiao, who had been waiting for Wapol Xiao's "final trump card," stood frozen.
(⊙o⊙)…??
"…Why is it actually over?"
"Emm… looks like I misunderstood.
Sorry—I didn't get to fight your finale!"
After reviewing Wapol Xiao's memories, Xiao awkwardly stayed silent for a few seconds… then clasped his hands and apologized sincerely—to himself.
When he turned back, Xi Hanmei had already been teleported back to her own world.
…
…
Xiao flopped back onto his sofa, picked up his unfinished wine, propped his chin on one hand, and savored the drink as he familiarized himself with Wapol Xiao's powers.
Just as he expected—
Wapol Xiao's cheat was outrageous.
The moment he transmigrated, he awakened all three types of Haki, fully controllable from the start.
The strongest was his Conqueror's Haki—vast in range, overwhelming in pressure.
Anyone with weaker willpower couldn't even stand before him.
His Armament Haki and Observation Haki were equally ridiculous.
Armament's penetration and coating speed were dozens of times beyond normal users.
Observation, meanwhile, was the peak of danger sense—
and carried a "weapon spirit" that acted autonomously, choosing the best evasive action to minimize harm.
It was the reason he survived so many fatal blows, always leaving behind just enough breath to regenerate.
Xiao narrowed his eyes.
Sitting alone in the silent Daluo Arena, his aura grew deeper and heavier.
After an unknown amount of time—
He abruptly opened his eyes.
Golden-red lightning crackled around him, surging with unstoppable force.
Conqueror's Haki erupted across the entire Daluo Arena—
the air itself trembling under the pressure.
In that moment, he was the king of the world.
Shame there was no one around to enjoy his epic… performance.
He could only admire it alone.
"It's amazing!"
After one more indulgent burst of Haki, Xiao downed his wine with satisfaction and returned to the world of The Boys.
…
…
After getting used to Conqueror's Haki, Xiao immediately left.
This dark, eerie Daluo Arena was far too unsettling, too similar to a horror movie setting.
Just looking at the chaos outside made his scalp prickle—
that irrational fear, like knowing the monster can't come out of the TV, but being scared anyway.
If Conqueror's Haki wasn't so destructive and wide-ranged, he would've stayed longer to experiment.
But Xiao hadn't played with his new power for long when the room phone suddenly rang.
"Hello?"
Sebastian answered without hesitation.
"Sebas?"
Theresa's voice came through. Strange.
Cold.
Like she was holding back anger.
"Ah, Mom? What's up?"
"Were you drinking?"
Her icy tone stabbed through the receiver like winter wind.
"Ah???"
Sebastian shot upright.
He'd gotten used to drinking freely in the Courtyard…
He forgot he was only thirteen here.
But… how did Mom know I was drinking?
Sebastian couldn't help but feel uneasy.
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