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Chapter 183 Changing Clothes
Chapter 183 Changing Clothes
A colossal golden hand blotted out the sky, pressing down on Kanna with a world-destroying aura. A ruthless glint flashed in Tesoro's eyes; he wanted to show Bai Yu the price of underestimating him!
Kanna looked at the giant golden hand that had been photographed, her little brows furrowing slightly, as if she found it a bit of a nuisance. She raised her chubby little leg and gave it a light kick—"Bang—!!!"
A deafening roar echoed throughout the palace. The enormous golden hand shattered instantly upon touching Kanna's small feet! Golden fragments rained down, crashing against the palace walls with a crackling sound. Tesoro's meticulously crafted main palace was instantly reduced to a scene of utter devastation.
A terrifying shockwave swept over him, sending Tesoro staggering backward. Countless cracks appeared on the golden ground beneath his feet. He clutched his chest, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with horror: "This—"
What kind of power is this?! What kind of monster are you?!
The little girl in front of him looked petite and cute, but her strength was terrifying to the extreme. His Gold-Gold Fruit ability was like child's play in front of her!
After landing, Kanna dusted off her hands and walked towards Tesoro step by step. With each step, the ground sank slightly. Her small figure contained a world-destroying power: "Big brother, you're too weak. Kanna hasn't even used her full strength yet."
Tesoro panicked completely. He unleashed his Armament Haki and the power of the Gold-Gold Fruit to the fullest, covering his body in a thick layer of golden armor. Wielding a giant golden axe, he roared as he charged towards Kanna: "I don't believe it! I am the Golden Emperor! I control the world's wealth! I cannot lose to a little girl!"
He wielded his golden axe, driven by his final obsession and madness, and cleaved towards Kanna!
Kanna simply stretched out a small hand and precisely grasped the blade of the golden giant axe.
No matter how hard Tesoro tried, the golden axe remained motionless, as if it were nailed to the air.
"Discharge—!"
As soon as Kanna finished speaking, pale blue lightning burst forth from her fair palm. It was not a violent and raging thunder, but a gentle current that contained absolute pressure, which climbed up Tesoro's entire body along the golden giant axe.
The electric current, though seemingly gentle, carried a domineering power capable of crushing everything. Tesoro's heavy golden armor instantly emitted a piercing melting sound, and the gilded patterns on its surface crumbled inch by inch. The Armament Haki vanished without a trace the moment it touched the electric light, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.
He felt an irresistible numbness sweep over his limbs and bones, all his strength was instantly drained, his grip on the giant axe loosened, and he froze on the spot, unable to move even a finger.
"Bang!"
Tesoro knelt heavily on the golden ground. Where his knees struck, the hard, warm jade and gold tiles shattered with a crash, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out.
He was surrounded by wisps of blue smoke, his golden hair disheveled and plastered to his forehead. His once domineering and imposing aura had vanished, leaving only a face full of shock and bewilderment. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the exquisitely beautiful little girl in front of him, as if he were seeing this world for the first time.
His prized Golden Fruit, the golden power he had poured his life into forging, the capital he used to pin all his hopes for revenge, were as fragile as a child's toy in front of this little girl who looked no more than a few years old.
Let alone contend with the Celestial Dragons, he couldn't even withstand a casual blow from this little girl in front of him. So what was the point of all his struggles, pain, and obsessions over the years?
"I—I can't even beat a child—"
Tezzolo muttered to himself, his voice hoarse like a broken gong. The fervor, resentment, and anger in his eyes had all vanished, leaving only a deathly silence and blankness. He was plunged into deep self-doubt.
"I possess all the gold in the world, I control the lifeline of wealth in the New World, I am the Golden Emperor revered by all—but in the end, I am still that slave who couldn't protect Stella, who didn't even have the right to seek revenge—"
He lay sprawled on the shattered ground, his shoulders trembling slightly. The once arrogant and invincible Golden Emperor was now as vulnerable as a lost child. All his pride and dignity had been shattered by Kanna's casual blow.
Uchiha Hakuba looked at the distraught Tesoro, his dark eyes showing neither mockery nor indifference. He simply raised his hand, signaling Kanna to stop hurting the middle-aged man.
Kanna obediently responded, skipped back to the table, and continued to stuff a dessert into her mouth, as if the crushing battle just now was nothing more than a trivial little game.
"Sister Robin, I haven't even used my full strength yet—"
Kanna whispered to Nico Robin beside her.
"Mmm~ Kanna is the best————"
Bai Yu slowly rose and walked to Tesoro. His cold voice rang out in the deathly silent palace, without any condescending disdain, only a calmness that seemed to have seen through the world: "What you lost was not power, nor wealth, but your obsession that trapped you. You don't seem to have that sense of gamble when it comes to improving your strength."
Tesoro looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with bitterness and despair: "But I have nothing left but gold—Stella is dead, my life is left with nothing but revenge, and even that hope has been crushed, what meaning is there for me to live?"
"The Celestial Dragons have been entrenched on the Red Line for eight hundred years. Their foundation is far deeper than you can imagine. The secret forces under the World Government, the top combat power of the Marine Headquarters, and those ancient forces hidden in the shadows are not forces that you can build up with gold to fight against."
Bai Yu squatted down and looked at him calmly: "Your gold can buy off fleets and influence, but it can't buy people's hearts or absolute power. Your eagerness for revenge is just because you've been blinded by pain. You think that controlling wealth can shake the world, but in reality, you're still struggling in the quagmire."
Bai Yu paused, his tone softening slightly: "I'm not denying your obsession, but in your current state, you can't even protect yourself, let alone seek revenge. Instead of being consumed by anger, you should calm down, protect what you have now, and wait for the right opportunity. When I overthrow the Celestial Dragons' rule, you will naturally have the chance to seek justice for Stella."
These few simple words struck Tesoro's heart like a morning bell and an evening drum.
He stared blankly at Uchiha Shiroha, who stood calmly before him, and saw the unfathomable certainty and power in the other's eyes. The dead silence and bewilderment in his heart gradually began to glimmer with a faint light.
Yes, he lost, but the man before him was an unparalleled powerhouse who had destroyed Big Mom and dared to confront the Celestial Dragons head-on.
If he says the time isn't right, then it truly isn't. If he says he'll overthrow the Celestial Dragons, then he definitely will.
Tesoro slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, the madness and despair in his eyes had faded, leaving only relief and clarity.
He braced himself against the ground, slowly stood up, dusted himself off, and bowed deeply to Uchiha Shiraha. His tone, once domineering, was now filled with sincere respect and conviction: "Shiraha-kun, I understand—"
"I was too stubborn and too eager for quick success. From now on, I, Tesoro, will continuously improve my strength and await the day of revenge. But why do you have such a strong aversion to the Celestial Dragons? Do they also have such a strong aversion to you?"
Bai Yu glanced at Tesoro and said, "The Celestial Dragons—their filth has tainted my world—"
Once his inner conflict was resolved, Tesoro's entire demeanor became much more composed. He was no longer the madman driven by his obsession, but the Golden Emperor who had regained his rationality.
With a wave of his hand, the twisted and deformed gold in the hall quickly returned to its original state, and the shattered floor tiles were also restored to their original condition by the power of the Gold-Gold Fruit, as if the fierce battle had never happened.
"It is my fault for neglecting you all."
Tesoro's face broke into a bright smile, his previous gloom gone: "The ultimate pleasures of the New World are all on the Tesoro. In the coming days, I'll show you all a good experience as an apology!"
For the next three days, Tesoro did everything in its power to showcase all the extravagance and joy on the Tesoro to Bai Yu and his group.
The lights of the seaside city never sleep day and night, and the amusement park made of gold features rare gambling equipment, top-notch kabuki, and performances from all over the world.
In the sky, there floats a garden made of gold, with exotic flowers and rare herbs blooming all year round, filling the air with fragrance;
In the deep sea, in the transparent viewing corridor, rare marine mammal babies swim and dart about, like a dreamlike fairyland.
Rangiku Matsumoto spent her days indulging in fine wines and gourmet food, tasting the finest wines from the New World, her eyes crinkling with laughter; Kanna was even more carefree, piling up countless exquisite desserts and adorable toys, her little face always adorned with a satisfied smile.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and soon night fell.
Tesoro personally led Bai Yu and his group to the deepest and most private top-tier bath in the Tesoro. This bath was extremely spacious and was made entirely of warm jade and deep-sea crystal. Rare herbs and flower petals were soaking in the water, and the rising steam carried a faint fragrance.
The bath was surrounded by luminous pearls and colorful gemstones, making the entire space look like a dream. Tesoro had already ordered that the entire bath area be cleared out, with no servants or outsiders, leaving it solely for Bai Yu and his group to enjoy.
When everyone saw the layout of the bathhouse, Matsumoto Rangiku was taken aback at first, then covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes sweeping over everyone with an ambiguous look.
Unohana Retsu lowered her eyebrows slightly, remaining calm and composed, without the slightest attempt to conceal her feelings;
Artoria's ear tips turned slightly red, but she only nodded slightly and did not resist.
Kanna blinked curiously, staring at the steaming pool water, eager to try it out.
As for Nico Robin, she looked at Uchiha Shiro with a somewhat fiery gaze, after all, drifting on the sea, there are always some desires that need to be released.
Uchiha Hakuba glanced at the mixed-gender bath before him, his expression completely unmoved, as if he were just looking at an ordinary pool. He spoke calmly, "In that case, change your clothes and enter the pool."
After saying that, the group turned and walked into the extremely luxurious changing room. The floor was paved with warm jade, the clothes racks were made of gold, and the softest silk bathrobes were neatly arranged, all showing the extravagance of the Golden Emperor.
Matsumoto Rangiku was the first to take off her luxurious burgundy dress, the hem of which flowed down to the ground like a cloud, outlining her mature and charming figure.
She was tall and voluptuous, with fair skin like the finest mutton fat jade. Her curves were exquisite, her shoulder and neck lines were soft and smooth, and her waist was slender yet full of beauty. Her full figure made her even more radiant and charming, with a languid and alluring quality unique to mature women.
She casually picked up a crimson silk bathrobe and draped it loosely over her body, the neckline slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone. Her fingertips lightly brushed her golden hair behind her ear, and a lazy yet alluring smile played on her lips. She was completely oblivious to the gazes around her, exuding a carefree and charming air.
Following closely behind was Nicole Robin, who had shed her simple yet elegant long dress that accentuated her cool and aloof demeanor. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, and her skin was a cool-toned porcelain white, perfectly complementing her composed and graceful temperament.
She was tall and slender, with perfect proportions. Her curves were gentle yet full, her waist and abdomen were taut and slender without an ounce of excess fat. Every line of her body exuded a beauty that blended intellect and gentleness, showcasing the full charm of womanhood. She raised her hand and tied her silk black bathrobe around her waist with a soft and graceful movement. Violet had chosen the same outfit as her.
Indeed, it can only be said that the two of them have quite similar body types and aesthetic tastes.
Unohana Retsu always wore a calm and gentle smile as she slowly removed her outer garment. Her figure was graceful and elegant, her skin was smooth and jade-like, and her curves were full and soft. She had a kind of composure and elegance that came with the passage of time. Her full features made her look dignified and gentle, without a trace of seductiveness, only the gentleness and tranquility of spring water.
Every move she made exuded the unique tranquility of a doctor. After donning a light purple bathrobe, the flowing fabric accentuated her gentle and elegant demeanor, making her even more captivating. With her eyes lowered, she radiated a serene and peaceful charm, as if all the extravagance around her was irrelevant to her, and she simply guarded her own quiet serenity.
Artoria turned around with a slightly reserved air, gently removing her armor lining and long skirt. Her figure was slender and upright, as neat and heroic as green bamboo. Her skin was a healthy light honey color, with tight and neat lines, full of the uprightness and neatness of a knight. She had less of the plumpness of a mature woman and more of the refreshing and agileness of a young girl.
Her earlobes were already tinged with a faint blush. Her fingers frantically grabbed the pure white bathrobe and wrapped it tightly around herself. When her gaze inadvertently swept over the voluptuous figures of Matsumoto Rangiku, Nico Robin, and Tamagotaki Retsu, her cheeks instantly turned bright red. Her lips pursed slightly, her eyes darted away, and her small hands unconsciously tightened their grip on the bathrobe's sash. Her voice stammered, barely coherent: "Th-that—the bathrobe seems...a little big—"