As the darkness in front of him gradually dissipated, a narrow light gradually appeared.

Smail felt like he was lying flat, his body fixed to a cold plane.

The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh.

Now he has adapted to this feeling, and as long as his mood fluctuations are not too obvious, he can control his laughter to a certain extent.

The silvery white cold light slowly projected from the top of his head, and the atmosphere here was a little oppressive, and the pungent smell of the potion seeped into his nose in wisps, as if cold ice thorns were constantly piercing in, making him feel even a little itchy in his nostrils.

Smaer tried to stand up, but soon the action was not easy, and his hands and feet were firmly bound to the iron bed, as if he were firmly restrained by cold handcuffs.

Looking around, Smaer saw that it seemed to be a closed hospital room, and everywhere he could see was a curtain wall with a metallic sheen, which was a little concave and convex, and his own reflection in it seemed a little distorted and eerie.

Soon, Smaer noticed that there was another figure on the reflective curtain wall, wearing a white coat, a mask and goggles, and a strange pair of compound eyes, even twice the size of the frame of his goggles, that had overflowed.

How does this guy's head look a bit like a fly!

Smal was slightly startled, and wanted to struggle, but to no avail.

At this time, this weird guy had already paced slowly, and asked in a strange way:

"Little brother, how long have you been here?"

The two plastic straps that strangled Smael's mouth slowly parted, and Smer was able to speak again.

Smal ignored the question of the fly man in front of him, and looked at him with a cold gaze.

"Hehe, do you want to be silent all the time? Don't worry, I've got a lot of ways to get you to talk! The fly-man laughed.

Smer's expression was still cold, and he said in a deep voice:

"You're supposed to be Erlen's dogleg, right?"

"Erlen? What a joke, he's just a crew member of the Nightmare Pirates, and I'm the ship's scientist! But I'm letting you speak now because someone wants to see your screams and begs for mercy, not to hear your rhetorical questions. You can answer my questions while you can still speak. Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I can give you a quick way to die, and if you still ask some nonsense, I'll definitely let you try a more fun game! Fly Man Sen Senran said.

"Well, I'm the captain of the Smiling Pirates, and I have a treasure if you can help me get out of here. I will tell you both the treasure and the secrets of my body! Smael swore by it.

"Hehe, naïve...... I don't care about any treasure, and you think I can't find the secret of the fruit in you? I've got a lot of ways to get you to talk, but forget it, there's no point in talking to you all this nonsense, so you can shout or struggle as much as you want! ”

As he spoke, Chu Ying slowly opened a bottle, and then poked the bottle into his white coat.

Chu Ying frowned, his eyes were hot, the core of the Devil Fruit in his body began to function, and the expression on his face seemed to be a little painful.

After five or six minutes, Chu Ying finally slowly took out the bottle.

Seeing that the bottle was full of slimy turbid yellow liquid, and in the liquid were grains of rice, Smail thought of this guy's disgusting appearance, and immediately realized that these grains of rice were obviously fly eggs!

What the hell is this guy trying to do when he suddenly lays eggs in front of him?

Smal felt a little tingling in his scalp, and his heart was inexplicably frightened, but he laughed uncontrollably:

"Giggle...... Hehehe...... Don't mess around, you know, the Devil Fruit I swallowed gives me special powers, I can't die, and I can continue to grow, if you let me go now, I can act as if none of this happened. But if you still want to do something, when my strength becomes strong enough, I will definitely kill you! Hahaha......"

Chu Ying scratched his head, feeling that his heart was suddenly bewitched by an inexplicable mental fluctuation, and he became even more disgusted with Smaer in front of him, and felt that he was on fire for no reason for a while.

"I see, it seems that your laughter can still play a mocking role. Seemingly...... That Mother Fruit is really amazing...... But it doesn't matter, I've learned that you're able to convert some of your damage into power when you're physically attacked. However, Eren's venom attacks cannot be counteracted or transformed by you, and you cannot defend against Graynn's fists infused with the power of the Devil Fruit, so it is clear that your abilities are ineffective against attacks that add to the power of the fruit! But you can rest assured that I won't just kill you next, but will let you enjoy some interesting little things! ”

Chu Ying came to Smer's side with a cruel smile, his face full of madness.

Smaer finally saw this guy clearly this time, although his protective measures were very tight, he could still see that his face under the mask had been distorted, and the protruding compound eyes were also extremely weird.

Smael soon realized that the guy in front of him seemed to have a fly in his power.

Fly...... Is the weak point a fly swatter or an insecticide?

Obviously, neither of these can be done.

What now?

Although Smael boasted about his ability when he intimidated the other party, he knew very well in his heart that his ability could not guarantee his immortality.

However, there is one thing that Smail did not deceive the Fly-Man, and his ability can indeed increase his power by taking damage, and judging by the description of his ability, the definition of this damage does not seem to be limited to physical damage.

Because he found that after he was poisoned, the strength in his body slowly increased, but because the enemy could not see the quiet changes in his body, he did not notice it.

Smer's heart was still very frightened, but fortunately, at this time, the effect of the [Crazy Laughter] ability was constantly triggered, and Smer was still laughing wildly, and he couldn't show the slightest fear at all.

Hearing Smail's wild laughter, Chu Ying was even more angry, and he couldn't wait to take out the scalpel, ready to start his evil torture.

Smal stared at Chu Ying and caught a glimpse of the camera in the corner, he always laughed wildly, without begging for mercy or showing the slightest timidity.

The icy scalpel slid down, and a terrifying cold light intertwined in front of him, and the scalpel kept moving all over his body, tearing off his flesh piece by piece, forming a blood hole, and all parts of his body were dug into this kind of blood hole, and at this time, the power of his body also began to continue to the core of the Devil Fruit in his body to a degree that was visible to the naked eye.

At this time, Erlen in front of the screen was very angry when he saw this scene, and shouted to Chu Ying at the top of his voice:

"Fly, are you brain-dead? That's what you told me about the experiment? You see that this kid is still gathering strength, and your way of doing this can only be counterproductive! ”

Chu Ying felt that her headset was trembling, frowned, and snorted coldly:

"What are you anxious about...... The show had just begun, and I had already tried to minimize the size of the wound, and even if he absorbed all of it, this level of power would not help. And he still has your venom left in his body, what are you afraid of! ”

As he spoke, Chu Ying took off the headset and threw it aside, he looked at Smaer fiercely, took out a crystal fly egg from the glass bottle with tweezers, and said:

"Poor fellow, you must hate flies, too, but you never thought you would one day be a breeding ground for flies. Hey, good night! ”

As he spoke, the fly eggs sank into the bloody hole of Smail's wound, and the flesh was covered again.