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Lying quietly on the deck, although Anilu couldn't see the battle on the island from where he was now, the power of the heart net, and the undisguised collision of the two people, still shook his heart.

Under the influence of the heart network, the sound of the battle between Crockdahl and the pheasant was particularly strong in his ears, although he could not see it, but he could also imagine the battle scene.

Because of this, the unwilling flame in his heart burned more and more violently.

……

- Xiao Ai!

- Uh-huh, father!

- Do you have any wishes?

I want to be with my father forever!

- Never? That's impossible, little Ai......

Father, don't you want Xiao Ai?

- How is that possible? It's just that my father and I will die one day......

- Then let Xiao Ai accompany his father!

――Hehe...... Silly kid......

――Hehe...... Father, what do you want?

――Do you want to?

I'm looking forward to it!

- Wish...... I want to be able to go to the ends of the world and touch all the land...... It's just that only God can grant my wish, right? hahahaha......

Then, let Xiao Ai become a god, and then conquer all the lands and give it to his father!

- Hehe, silly boy......

……

Before I knew it, tears were already filling my eyes. Anilu felt the coldness of his cheeks, and couldn't help but wonder, what is this? Why, there is a feeling of unwillingness, such a mortal...... I'm a god, an all-powerful god! And who that man is, and why can't I remember that memory!

Why?

Why!

Why......

With a roar in his heart, Anilu's expression became more and more hideous. Like a leaky battery, the electric energy surged out, radiating wantonly around him, tearing apart the deck around him, and at the same time, the electric energy was agitated and bombarded the nearby pirates.

"I'm not reconciled! I'm a god!!omnipotent god !!" Anilu suddenly roared, his whole body was swirled with electricity, and in the crackling sound, the power of lightning stimulated his muscles, and the feeling of paralysis and pain continued to alternate, and his skin became red in the violent lightning that suddenly erupted, and even more, in some places, the skin was stimulated by electricity and cracked, and the cracks were scorched by electricity.

With a puff of green smoke, Anilu trembled and stood up again, and an unknown amount of electricity seeped out of him that was stronger than before, and the sky that attracted him became dark.

"I, Anilu, the god of thunder, will never fall weak......"

Under the guarded gaze of Mr.1 and the others, Anilu was covered in golden electric light, standing and fainting.

……

"It's over, Crockdahl, take your sins and repent in Hell!"

The pheasant slashed down, and the cold slash broke through the air and flew towards Crockdahl. Along the way, even the ice surface that had been frozen by the pheasant was cracked by this slash.

Although the pheasant's swordsmanship is not as good as Eagle Eye, it has also reached the level of a sword hero. It is conceivable that if he is slashed by this knife, Crockdahl will definitely not be able to escape the fate of his life.

When the crisis came, Crockdahl suddenly calmed down. The marquee, which was supposed to appear before he died, did not show the slightest sign of it, and all Crockdahl felt at this time was tranquility.

Yes, peaceful, a surprising feeling.

At this moment, it was as if Krokdal had entered another state, and all desire, all reason, all madness, vanished with this feeling of tranquility.

Yes, just pure tranquility.

That feeling of tranquility that has not been felt in a long time......

It was a wonderful feeling, as if nothing in the world would affect him in any way, and nothing would leave a trace in his heart.

All that, all that was the sense of tranquility that made him unconsciously want to relax. Or more accurately, this feeling is a trigger that reminds Crockdahl of the serene and pleasant life he has experienced, rather than the nerves and ...... that have been tense all the time since he came into this world

Utter loneliness!

Since crossing into this world, although it seems that he and Crockdahl are perfectly integrated, and naturally replace Crockdahl's identity and status. But he is still immersed in loneliness, his recklessness, his insidious cunning, and his actions are all hiding his loneliness.

Although it seemed that he had gained strength and power that Krokdal did not have, there was never a moment of peace in his heart.

"Is this the aftermath of the crossing?" Crockdahl's mind couldn't help but overflow with this thought. And after the thought, there was an involuntary wry smile.

If he thinks rationally and knows the development of the plot, he can completely avoid the battle with the pheasant, let alone let himself fall into this bad situation. But often people act in a way that has nothing to do with reason.

So Crockdahl was impulsive, and all the reasons before him were nothing more than his excuses. Although he knows the development of the plot, his addition has made the plot deviate a lot, so he is not sure if Luffy and they will be as thrilling as in the plot this time.

But people, after all, are not machines.

No matter how perfect the substitution is, no matter how good his endurance is, he can't keep his sanity forever.

What is the world of One Piece like?

Is it really an anime, the same as in the comics, full of blood and friendship?

Wrong!

No matter how much you try to whitewash it, this is a pirate-infested world after all. Although there are people like redhead and Luffy, there are more guys like Don Quixote Doflamingo. In addition, there are the scum of the navy, and even the existence of the Draco people who do all kinds of evil.

The world of One Piece, the true essence, is dark.

The appearance of Luffy and the others was like a flash of light in the night. As the redheads say, they have the power to break the situation at sea. And this force, in Krokdahl's view, is their character, and their actions.

Although it's unbelievable, maybe it's influenced by the comics, when Krokodar sees Luffy and the others, he unconsciously feels a warmth in his heart, and he can also expel his loneliness slightly.

Self-pity, self-pity and inferiority, hidden under the rampant emotions are indeed so. But all this dissipated in the tranquility of this moment, and he found that he really accepted his identity this time, and at the same time left behind the hidden nostalgia and entanglement of the past......

"So...... How can I fall here......" The corners of Crockdahl's mouth tugged, and the original wry smile turned into a little arrogant, and then into a confident smile, "Since the reality is irreversible, then I will change this world, I am Crockdahl, no matter what happened, I will stand proudly as Crockdahl!"

"So, how could I have fallen here?!" Crockdahl struggled to his feet, a look of excitement on his face, and a slash in front of him.

"I'm Crockdahl!" arrogantly swore his name, and the knot that had always existed was untied at this moment, and Crockdahl calmly greeted the dividing line of his fate.

"Huh!"

There was a crisp sound, and before the slash arrived, the cold air had already invaded first. The slash that followed was as crisp as chopping ice.

There was no sound, not even a muffled grunt, except for the sound of the slash being cut.

Looking at his severed left arm, Crockdahl seemed to see something other than his own, and there was not the slightest change in his face.

The pain of a broken arm is not something that ordinary people can bear, but Crockdahl not only endured it, but he didn't even shake his body. The left arm was empty, the wound on the shoulder was frozen by frost, blue and white, and the cross-section was like a mirror, reflecting blood-colored light.

It was frozen blood before it came out.

"Hmph!" Qing Zhi snorted coldly, his arm was raised, and the ice saber in his palm pointed obliquely at Crockdahl, "This time it's the arm, next time, it's your life!"

"Huh...... Heh......" Crockdahl gasped, the pain of his broken arm was not without effect on him after all, and his voice was squeezed out of his throat, "I want my life...... Get it yourself!"

"I have to admire your perseverance, and I really read it wrong......" The young man looked at Crockdahl's broken arm, showing deep thought, and then sighed a little embarrassed, "I didn't expect that the crocodile, who has always been selfish, can now give so much for others, and ...... with one arm"

Crockdahl's severed arm fell to the ground and was easily reduced to pieces. As the pheasant said, after being frozen, it shatters when touched.

"Why...... Is it worth it?" Crockdahl asked himself, stretching out his right hand and looking at the fine scars on his palm, those that had accumulated since childhood. The injury was very serious, and it seemed to hide a familiar face, a name that was deeply buried by him.

"Don't you think it's redundant to ask these questions at this time?hahaha! Who am I, I'm Crockdahl!" Crokdahl suddenly let out a burst of wild laughter, "I want to do it, I do it!" So what?"

"It has nothing to do with whether I'm good or bad, whether it's a pirate or a navy!" Crockdahl's yellow sand began to rhythmically move around him, slowly rotating around him, "If I had to give a reason, it would be because of ...... I'm Crockdahl, and that's what I want to do!"