The Strongest Lunarian in One Piece

Creak—

In the royal palace, the ornate doors of a luxurious room swung open.

El entered, accompanied by Linlin and several others.

Inside, a mature woman with striking green hair, an elegant, beautiful face, and a height of at least three meters lay weakly on a bed, receiving intravenous treatment.

Surprisingly, her wrists were restrained by seastone cuffs.

"Oh my, what an unexpected guest!"

The woman on the bed turned her head and smiled seductively at the group. Casting a flirtatious glance at El—the tall and imposing man leading them—she purred, "A Lunarian, truly a fascinating race… Handsome, do you want to spend the night with me?"

"Old hag, stop pretending to be young!"

Linlin narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and laughed coldly as she towered over the woman. "When we first freed you, you looked like you were barely in your 30s. Now you look like you're in your 40s!"

"Another ten days or so, and you'll probably turn into an ugly old crone!"

"If it weren't for Dr. Kureha keeping you alive with nutrient injections, you'd probably be dead by now!"

This woman was no ordinary figure.

Despite her harmless appearance, she was infamous as the most dangerous female criminal in history, known for decapitating her enemies and piling their heads into gruesome displays.

She was also the wielder of the Mouse-Mouse Fruit, Mythical Zoan: Kamaitachi Form, with absurdly powerful abilities.

Once, she attacked a large Navy stronghold, decapitating countless Marines and creating such horror that Navy Headquarters issued a Buster Call against her. A Navy Admiral and an Admiral Candidate—now-retired Admiral Ross—were dispatched to subdue her.

After her defeat, she was frozen in suspended animation and imprisoned in Impel Down's Level 6: Eternal Hell.

Though she appeared youthful, her body had rapidly deteriorated after being thawed, her physical functions long since decayed.

Her only chance of survival—and to regain her lost youth—was to become Linlin's Bloodborne.

"No need to say it like that…"

The 'Demon Lady,' Irma Irene, showed no fear. She let out a chilling laugh and said mockingly, "You all clearly value my strength and want me to fight for you, don't you?"

Inwardly, however, resentment brewed.

Once a terror of the seas, her name had struck fear into countless hearts, even prompting a Navy Buster Call. She had been sealed and frozen for decades, her consciousness trapped in endless torment.

Now, finally free, her body betrayed her, rapidly aging and decaying.

Though Linlin could grant her youth and potentially a longer life, becoming Linlin's Bloodborne meant eternal servitude. Her life and death would rest entirely in Linlin's hands, and resistance would be impossible.

"As long as you understand," Linlin said coldly, fixing Irene with an icy stare.

"Alright, enough with the pleasantries," El interrupted, waving dismissively.

He looked directly at Irene, whose beauty still held traces of her former glory and whose name once made Marines tremble.

"Give me your answer now," he said calmly. "After all, you're not the only one we freed from Impel Down."

Her response would determine her future standing in the Totto Land Kingdom. Would she be nothing more than a pawn of war, or a valued comrade with some measure of status?

El's mastery of Advanced Observation Haki ensured he would detect even the faintest hint of treachery.

"Hmm… It seems I have no choice," Irma Irene muttered with a wry smile, her expression shifting as she resigned herself to her fate.

"From now on, I'll be in your care, El-sama… and Linlin-sama."

"Mamahahaha~! At least you know what's good for you!" Linlin huffed, smirking in satisfaction.

With El's approval, Linlin stepped forward.

In an instant, her form shifted into her hybrid state, transforming into a ferocious vampire. She opened her gaping maw, revealing razor-sharp fangs.

"Don't resist—it'll be over soon!"

Linlin sneered, her fangs glinting ominously. She yanked the IV from Irma Irene's arm and sank her teeth into the woman's neck.

"Ahhh—"

Irma Irene's eyes bulged, her entire body trembling violently as she let out a pained scream.

Her blood was ruthlessly drained, and her body deflated like a punctured balloon, shrinking and shriveling at a terrifying rate.

The sight sent shivers down anyone's spine.

Then, fresh blood was injected into her.

Her withered, mummified body quickly regained its fullness, filling out as if revitalized. She appeared rejuvenated, her body glowing with the vitality of youth. Her once-pallid skin regained its color and luster, and her appearance transformed into that of a vibrant young woman in her early twenties.

Her tall, elegant figure now exuded charm, with exaggerated curves and stunning beauty. The only noticeable change was her eyes, which had turned blood-red, like two gleaming rubies exuding an eerie allure.

"This is…"

Irma Irene glanced at Linlin, who had retracted her fangs and returned to her human form. Then she looked at her own youthful, reinvigorated body, no longer decaying with age.

"Mhmhmhm… this youthful body… It's incredible!"

Irma Irene's eyes widened with excitement and joy. Even with the seastone cuffs still on her wrists, she could feel that her once-deteriorating bodily functions had fully recovered, even surpassing her former state.

"I don't think you'll be needing these anymore!"

Sally approached with a cheerful smile, unlocking the seastone cuffs.

"Mhmhmhm…"

Still lying in the bed, Irma Irene's aura surged. Her body morphed dramatically, her face twisting into a menacing visage. Thick fur sprouted across her body, her limbs transformed into razor-sharp claws, and her back grew a pair of demonic wings.

"I feel… better than ever!"

She disappeared in a flash, reappearing behind Sally with astonishing speed. Her clawed hand, shrouded in Haki, lightly rested against Sally's pale neck as she grinned wickedly, revealing her sharp fangs.

"Such a beautiful face… it's tempting to ruin it!"

"Mamahahaha~! Why don't you give it a try and see if you can even make a move?"

Linlin stood with arms crossed, smirking coldly. El, standing nearby, remained calm, showing no intention of intervening. Had Irene harbored genuine killing intent, she would have been struck down the moment she acted.

"No need for that—I'm not eager to die just yet."

The demonic wings retracted into her body as her form reverted to her human appearance.

Irma Irene turned her burning gaze toward Sally, licking her lips suggestively.

"Your name is Sally, isn't it? Care to spend the night with me?"

"Irene-san, such jokes might just scare me to death," Sally replied calmly, her face unchanging, her voice tinged with amusement. She knew from her investigations that Irma Irene was a notorious lesbian, disdainful of men and brutally ruthless, bordering on sadistic.

"So this is 'Bloodborne,' huh?"

Gerd inspected Irma Irene with interest. "Those demonic wings must be part of the vampire form's abilities, right? I wonder if Linlin's power will allow her to create more Bloodborne once her abilities evolve or awaken."

"Who knows?" Linlin replied with a sly grin, licking her fangs. Regardless, she was satisfied to have gained a new servant—one who was utterly loyal, incapable of defying her will, and extraordinarily powerful.

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