One piece: I am Ragnarök

[Pind_Ala]

In a place utterly void of everything, where neither time nor matter had any right to exist, two absolute beings faced each other once again.

UUMMMMM!

UUUMMM!

They clashed! It was a collision of such absurd, overwhelming magnitude that raw noise was somehow produced in a perfect vacuum environment. How much time passed in this endless brawl? A century? An eon? It was impossible to tell before they were forcefully stopped by the absolute Will that governed them both.

Now, seated across from one another at a grand table, one could see visible sparks of pure animosity flying between their eyes. (╬ Ò﹏Ó)

"Stop it. You are not permitted to fight again," a booming voice echoed, absolute and infinitely tired.

"But-!"

"I will hear no excuses! Because of this petty conflict between you, your subordinates are clashing in every space-time continuum! I created you so you could handle a fraction of my workload, and here you are, behaving exactly like mortals. Why can't you learn from your younger siblings...?"

The Great Will sighed, sinking into himself. He had already lost all hope of making these two behave. The last thing he could do was divert their attention and hope for the best.

"Take this decree! From now on, you may compete in different things, but you are never allowed to fight directly. Disperse now!"

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Creation and Destruction.

Both proclaimed themselves supreme. Second only to their Creator, neither was willing to back down. Until now, they had fought endless wars over this belief. Their first few million clashes alone had destroyed uncountable space-times, leading to them being banished into this empty void where they simply continued fighting... at least, until just a few moments ago.

Now, prohibited from raising their fists, they started competing with each other in various other ways. (ง'̀-'́)ง

Their first idea was simple: use mortal creations to somehow gain victory over the other. But nothing worked. Perhaps it was the unwritten rule from their Creator that they could never surpass and never truly defeat each other.

This led them to a new game. They would choose their mortal warriors and let them gain honor from their victories.

But sadly, even this somehow evened out. It was a matter of logistics. If a warrior from Creation's side won a battle, he would mostly settle down and become a guardian of that realm. However, if a warrior from Destruction's side won, he would always move on to destroy the next place. Therefore, even though Creation gained more overall victors and saved more worlds, he simply could not suppress Destruction's relentless momentum.

It was a deadlock. They tried to solve it in all types of ways, but nothing worked. They even orchestrated massive cosmic Royal Rumbles, but those always ended in frustrating ties or with variables that neither god was satisfied with. (￣︿￣)

After an unknown amount of time, the hostility faded into something else. Their discussions shifted. Through their endless proxies and games, they began to understand everything. They even began to understand each other.

"Let us change the rules," Destruction grinned, leaning across the table. "You will choose a warrior this time, and I will choose a world. Let's see if your chosen champion can destroy my world."

Creation narrowed his eyes and agreed.

He immediately stopped all his senses. This was how they had been choosing warriors until now - using only raw intent to blindly pick their mortal representatives. Normally, when picked in such a way, they always ended up choosing the strongest being in a world, whose ideals aligned with them. But because the world itself was chosen at random, that single variable was the core of the game. Who knows if in a random world, 'good' was fundamentally stronger, or 'evil' was stronger? That was the thrill of the gamble.

But now, going for the total opposite? Even for Creation, this was hard.

He reached his intent out into a random universe. His hand subconsciously brushed against the soul of a woman, but he hurriedly pulled away! Under normal circumstances, she would have been his most ideal pick, aligning perfectly with his thoughts of purity and creation. But now, he needed the opposite.

However, he couldn't pick the total opposite. He realized the trap Destruction had set: although Creation was choosing the warrior, if his chosen person actually won and completely destroyed the selected universe, the loss would technically be Creation's!

I cannot pick a monster, Creation thought to himself. I must find someone who is evil, yes... but not from nature.

He reached out again. His intent swept across the stars until he found a peculiar planet called Earth. A man was picked.

Across the cosmic table, Destruction chuckled. He had also chosen his stage in the similar way, hoping for something strong but not impossible. The One Piece World.

Then they waited.

In the void, time was a mere suggestion.

"It will take some time before his mortal karma runs out and we can actually start our game," Creation noted, watching the man's soul flicker in the mortal realm.

"Looks like it," Destruction replied casually.

A long silence stretched between them.

"How about we choose powers, too?" Destruction suddenly suggested.

Creation raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"The world I chose is a bit... hard. Your guy might not be able to survive in it without one, let alone attempt to destroy it."

Destruction tapped his fingers on the table. While choosing the One Piece world, his intent was correct. The evil-good ratio of the planet was almost 70-30. But, as he looked closer, he realized that a very select few individuals drove that entire one-side. While there was no way to judge the overall power of the world, it turned out that only a handful of mortals at the very top held all the true strength. The Earth man would be crushed instantly if found by those at start even with power.

"Fair point," Creation nodded, seeing the logic.

"But we will choose only one power, and it must be forged with both our sides."

"Okay. So we have to create something completely new again."

"Old style?" Creation asked.

"Old style," Destruction agreed. (⌐■_■)

The "Old Style" rules were strict. They would choose a power at random, infuse it with both the attributes of Creation and Destruction, and add one limiting clause from both sides. Lastly, To make it suitable for specific game, add a condition based on it: in current scenario, the power given to the chosen warrior must have a direct counter... and that counter will be the world itself.

Lastly, to keep things fair, the power had to be degraded. Very, very much.

Their cosmic intents intertwined, creating a huge pool of cards from which one was pulled.

"Cloning!"

"Cloning!"

 

[Pind_Ala]

Krito.

An average young man with a surprisingly cheerful personality.

Growing up, he lost his family early on, becoming a tragic orphan. But, his parents had left him quite well-off. A bright, comfortable future seemed totally guaranteed for him... that was, until his own relatives grew greedy over his parents' property! (╬ Ò﹏Ó)

First, they schemed to "help" him by gaining him admission into a distant boarding school. He studied there for years, entirely oblivious to their plot. But when he finally finished his studies and went back, his home was no more!

His relatives had sold everything, including their own properties, and shifted to another country entirely!

Even seeking help from the authorities was utterly futile. The forged documents were airtight against him, and the other side did not hesitate to use the supreme power of money to silence any objections.

There was no help to be found.

This betrayal left him broken.

With no money and no home, the once-cheerful boy ended up on the freezing streets as a beggar. From those very gutters, he got recruited into a local street gang, slowly getting dragged into all kinds of illicit businesses.

His whole life became one singular word: Struggle. (ง'̀-'́)ง

Growing up in the underworld, he became a charismatic leader, keeping twenty-some sworn brothers with him. Eventually, he joined under a corrupt politician and lived the rest of his life comfortably doing the man's dirty work.

He never got married. He never deemed himself worthy of starting a family after he had personally destroyed so many others.

Finally, in a violent dispute, he got shot and killed.

Such a person, a pragmatic survivor of the streets... if you asked him right now, "Have you seen Anime?" His answer would undoubtedly be: "You mean cartoons? I did use to watch Tom and Jerry when I was little." (￣ー￣)

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Waking up in a completely unfamiliar environment, Krito was momentarily surprised, but not for long, as instructions started pouring directly into his brain! These instructions were meticulously tailored for him, helping him understand his task and giving him the exact motivation to strive towards it.

"You, mortal, have sinned your entire life. But the God is benevolent; He is giving you another chance!"

Krito was already kneeling by now. (O_O) He truly thought he was in the presence of some divine entity, which, indeed, he was.

"This is a sinful world deemed as failure, and you are our selected warrior. Now, the only way to gain salvation is if you destroy this world."

"Use the power bestowed upon you and destroy everything in sight. Until the world is devoid of any life."

"Yes," Krito muttered, bowing his head.

He kept kneeling there for half an hour more in the quiet. He was thinking deeply. Is it really worth it or not? Should he blindly go for this so-called salvation, or willingly repent for his sins in the hell?

But then, a dark thought struck him. "Maybe... this is hell itself," he pondered aloud. "And me killing children and the unborn in this place, and then having to live with that crushing burden... is a way for me to repent."

Standing up, he took in the grand sight before him. There were tall, majestic trees everywhere, with plenty of warm sunlight falling onto him in the small clearing. "This hell is not bad looking at all."

[Cloning System has arrived.]

"What was that?" Suddenly hearing a strange, cold metallic voice, he backed away a little, surveying his lush surroundings warily. (＠_＠)

[I am the power bestowed upon you.]

[Start destroying now.]

The sound returned again, and this time Krito finally understood that it was echoing directly in his head. He rubbed his temples. Although he could understand what it said, it didn't make much sense to him.

"Where is the power?"

[Start destroying now.]

The exact same thing repeated again!

"Destroy!! Will destroying my surroundings work? Let's try."

He moved up to a thick, wild shrub. Holding its base with both hands, he started exerting his strength. HHHUUUHHHH! (≧Д≦)

Only after putting his entire body weight behind it did it finally get pulled out with a loud snap, making him fall hard on his butt.

[+0.04]

Sitting in the dirt while panting heavily, he could not believe a simple plant was so ridiculously difficult to pull. It was then that he looked down at his hands and legs and noticed that he was in his teens now.

"Oh, I was too skinny in my teens. No wonder I cannot pull a simple plant."

He appeared to be around 16 years old, although he could not judge accurately without a mirror. Tossing the ruined plant aside, he stood up again.

"Hey, what was that number that just flashed?"

[Collect 1 point]

This time a blue message appeared in the same place the number has flashed before in his vision.

"One point? So, the shrub only amounts to a fraction of a point. Anyway, I just confirmed that I am on the right track." Then he looked at the towering, ancient trees near him. "If only I can destroy them somehow..."

Shaking his head, he started thinking more clearly.

"I need fire."

But he had never done anything as bothersome as igniting a fire from scratch in the wilderness. And would fire even work in this damp, green forest? He heavily doubted it.

Not letting his thoughts wander any further, he started aggressively destroying everything he could.

He stomped on patches of vibrant wild mushrooms, forcefully snapped low-hanging twigs off their trunks, destroying young saplings, and ripped handfuls of tough grass right out of the soil. He even found a small patch of blooming wild vines and ruthlessly tore them to shreds. Half an hour passed in an exhausting, sweaty blur of petty vandalism.

Suddenly, his eyes locked onto the ground.

"Oh. Ants."

A wicked, childish smile spread across his face.

"Let's kill them." ()

Raising his foot high, he started stomping furiously. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

But these were no ordinary ants, they started climbing him. Although he tried to retaliate, One of the surviving red ants after reaching his ankle delivered a vicious, agonizing bite.

"YEOUCH!" (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

Krito yelped in pure shock, flailing his arms wildly. while hopping backward on one foot. He completely lost his footing on a slippery mossy root, and face-planted straight into dirt.

After picking himself up and cursing his own pathetic weakness, he stubbornly kept attacking and ended up exterminating the whole colony of ants and then started his petty deforestation until, finally, a bell rang in his mind.

[1 Point collected]

A glowing status screen materialized in the air before his eyes:

[Name: Krito]

[Power: Earthling]

[Points: 1]

[Actions]

[Consume 1 point to summon clone of Earthling power level]


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[Points collected: 1]

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[Author note: Only in this chapter, did the system spoke it will not do it in any other.
The ding will only head occasionally not every time.
Lastly, since this story will have heavy numbers. I will be writing them at end. To help keep track of changes.]

 

[Wonderbread16]

Looks interesting, watching with interest

 

[Pind_Ala]

"How much time has passed? An hour? I can't even tell," Krito muttered to himself.

He was setting on a jagged rock and staring down at his hands. There were small, bleeding scratches all over his palms and knuckles from his frantic war against the shrubbery. But for a man who had clawed his way up from the streets, this much pain was nothing.

He looked back up at the glowing interface lingering in the air in front of him. "So, how exactly does this work?"

Clearing his throat, he tried calling out to the system. "Summon the clone!"

...

Nothing happened. (￣ー￣)

The forest remained completely silent, save for the rustling of the leaves.

"How about touching it?" he wondered and reached his hand out to press the glowing text.

[Consumed 1 point]

Suddenly, something did happen! A figure stepped out from behind him, moving so naturally it was as if he had been standing there since the very beginning.

The figure was an average young man clad in the exact same clothes, possessing no special aura whatsoever. But that face... it was his face! There was no doubt about it.

"So, you are my clone," Krito observed carefully by walking a slow circle around the duplicate.

"Can you speak? Hello?"

[Notification triggered]

A barrage of new text flooded his vision:

[Clones are identical in appearance, and their power is strictly based on how many points you invest to summon them.]

[They cannot talk.]

[There is a limit to how far they can wander from you.]

[They will follow all your commands without any hesitation.]

[Remember this: since Clones are created by the points you earn through destruction, if they are killed, the actions you did to gain those points will be reverted. Meaning, the ants you killed will be revived if the clone is killed, and they will remember that you killed them.]

"Oooookay..." Krito dragged out the word, his mind racing. He finally understood the fundamental mechanics and reverting of his destruction... perhaps this was related to the world fighting back against him, preventing him from gaining his salvation!

"You, clone. Go and destroy all that you can," Krito got a little angry thinking about it and send his soldier on his first mission.

The mute clone also simply nodded and marched off into the thicket.

Meanwhile, he himself sat back down to watch the spectacle that was about to follow.

His silent double approached a particularly wild shrub which he has left behind deliberately. Grabbed it's base and pulled. And pulled! His face turned completely red, veins bulging on his forehead, but the plant didn't budge an inch. Suddenly, the clone's grip slipped, sending him tumbling backward into the dirt with legs flailing comically in the air!

"Pfft—BWAHAHAHA!" Krito burst into roaring laughter, holding his stomach. (≧▽≦)

"Is that seriously how weak I look?! Pathetic!"

Wiping a tear from his eye, Krito stood up and strolled over to his struggling copy. "Alright, alright, get up. Let the original show you how it's done. On three!"

Together, the two Kritos grabbed the thick roots and heaved, finally snapping the stubborn plant out of the earth!

Time passed in a blur of synchronized vandalism. Except for the massive, towering trees which their puny bodies simply could not tackle, they successfully cleared an area of at most one hundred square meters.

"Killing all those bugs and insects... having a clone really is incredibly handy," Krito panted, wiping sweat from his brow. "But without the lucky boost of an ant hill, it took way more time, despite us being two people."

Finally, the wait was over.

With a click, a new clone was summoned!

He pointed at the fresh copy. "You! New clone! Go and check if there is any water source nearby. I am getting thirsty."

The second clone nodded blankly and vanished into the trees, while Krito and the first clone returned to their grueling deforestation work.

After ten minutes, the new clone returned. But he was not alone! Coiled tightly around his right hand, sinking its fangs deep into the flesh, was a vicious, foot-long green snake! (O_O)

"What the fuck!" Krito hurriedly scrambled backward, distancing himself.

"Your arm is already changing color! Are you not feeling anything?! Damn it, he could not talk!" Seething with frustration at the mute idiot, Krito barked at the first clone. "Kill that snake! Now!"

The first clone immediately snatched up a heavy, jagged rock from the ground and without a shred of hesitation, he rushed over and smashed the rock brutally down onto the snake's head!

CRACK!

Hurting the other clone in the process.

However, The snake writhed and went limp, killed on the first shot. But it has left behind the swealing forearm with a ting of purple.

[+0.5 Points]

"Half a point for one snake?!" Krito's eyes widened. "These clones... they really are meant for killing, and killing gives a lot more points too! Damn, I should change my ways. Deforestation is way too time-consuming, even if I attempt to destroy the trees." But the scene in front of him was getting exceedingly bloody.

"Hey, you're going to die from that poison," Krito ordered the bitten clone. "Use that rock and crush your arm off. Maybe it will stop the poison from spreading so you can stay alive for a while longer!"

It was a brutal, sickening sight. but, Krito watched it whole as blood gushed everywhere while the poisoned clone, with the help of the first clone, used the sharp edge of the stone to gruesomely sever the infected arm at the elbow.

"Okay, wrap your shirt around it and lead me to the water before you bleed out," Krito instructed thoughtfully, his pragmatic underworld mentality was already taking over. "And don't let a single drop of your blood fall into the water when we arrive there. I need to drink it."

Walking for five minutes through the brush, they soon stood at the bay of a clear water pond. It was not too big. perhaps only big enough for a person to bath, but the water was clean. "It was so near..." Krito face-palmed. (－‸ლ)

"I really am stupid, doing everything without thinking first." He blamed his own poor decision-making on focusing entirely on destroying plants instead of scouting his surroundings first.

Cautious now, he ordered the first clone to carefully poke around the water to see if there were any similar snakes hiding in the shallows before he dared to take a drink.

"Haa... well, now for food, we have a dead snake," Krito mused. "But I also need fire...."

AAUUUOOOO!

A chilling howl tore through the forest, freezing Krito's blood. "Wolves!"

Bursting from the tree line, a pack of beasts appeared! Three of them were already charging at full speed, while two more trailed menacingly behind.

Survival instincts kicked in instantly. Krito pointed his clones. "You! First, protect me! Second, it's you who invited them with your blood scent. Go sacrifice yourself and kill one or two of them!"

The one-armed clone didn't hesitate. Gripping a rock in his remaining hand, he let out a silent roar and threw himself directly into the jaws of the leading wolves!

A wolf clamped its jaws onto the clone's shoulder, while the clone viciously bashed the rock into the beast's skull, shattering it after a minute!

Meanwhile, the second wolf was already biting into his side, tearing his flesh, almost killing it, when the dying clone drove the jagged edge of the stone deep into its neck! The clone and the two wolves collapsed into a bloody heap, dead.

On the other hand, the first clone tackle the third charging wolf, wrestling the snarling beast into the dirt in a desperate grapple. But that left the two trailing wolves, who completely ignored the clones and locked their hungry eyes entirely on the original Krito! (╬ Ò﹏Ó)

Who frantically pulled up the interface, just now he had gained 1.4 points from two wolfs death and the 0.6 he had before. It allowed him to summon two more clones.

"Both of you, kill them!"

A brutal brawl erupted. The clones fought like madmen, utterly devoid of fear or pain. Punches, kicks, and jagged rocks flew. Eventually, all five wolves lay dead in the mud. But the cost was also high. The first clone, who had heroically wrestled the third wolf, had his entire right hand completely bitten off. One of the newly summoned clones had also lost his leg to the snapping jaws.

While, Krito who has stood nearby only watching, nodded in satisfaction and with the point boost from the wolves, he immediately summoned two more fresh clones.

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[Points collected: 6] (This is total number of points Krito ever collected)

[Points reverted: 1] (This is the total number of points he ever lost. There is only one way to lost points and that is if a summoned clone is killed.)

 

[Pind_Ala]

"You two. Grab a carcass," Krito ordered, gesturing toward the bloody wolf remains. "We are heading back."

He didn't even spare a backward glance at his one-legged clone bleeding out on the ground. His parting instructions were simple: "Stay here. Keep destroying everything you can until you bleed to death."

There was no hesitation in his voice. Even though they had awkwardly tied a ripped piece of fabric around the stump to stem the bleeding, the crippled duplicate was a goner. Carrying dead weight has no reason if he can do the same work here.

However, upon strolling back into their cleared base camp, Krito froze. before rubbed his eyes. (눈_눈)

The shattered branches, the violently stomped flowers, and the uprooted grass, everything that was destroyed to summon that second clone was magically back! It was as if, it was never destroyed in the first place.

The world has already healed its wounds!

>>>>>>>>>>>>

Time passed.

GRRRRRRR...

"Shut up, I know," Krito grumbled, clutching his violently rumbling stomach. "Don't look at me like that. I didn't give a command, that was just my belly."

He slumped back against a sun-warmed stone, watching his eight identical copies work tirelessly. Including the crippled one left by the stream, his little gang now numbered nine.

Roughly four hours had dragged by since the wolf skirmish. In that time, Krito had tried to hunt for animals, but he only managed to spot a few wild rabbits and a deer, all of which ran terrifyingly fast upon seeing his gang.

Ultimately, his clones only managed to find a few insect nests, such as ants, wasps, and beetles. which they destroyed mercilessly.

Moreover, Krito had to make sure he did not wander too far, lest finding the water source again became a fatal problem.

He had sed his clones to find another but they came up empty every time and won't go too far on their own.

Therefore, he settled back in his original clearing, ordering the clones to clear the surrounding vegetation again. It wasn't like he was on some tight schedule. He had all the time in the world to spread the destruction.

Furthermore, instead of wandering blindly and attracting a powerful carnivore, it was far better to lay low and quietly gather more strength.

But a glaring problem had arisen. He was starving.

A fresh, skinned wolf carcass hung from a thick tree branch nearby, completely cleaned and ready to roast. but there was no sight of fire.

Only a few sticks and stones lying over a bunch of dry leaves could be seen, mocking his futile attempts.

"I can't go on like this!" Krito threw his arms around in a fit of rage. (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ Then, an epiphany struck him. "Hey, you! Clone, get over here."

He hadn't pointed, yet one specific clone instantly dropped a handful of weeds and marched dutifully over. "Start a fire," Krito commanded, crossing his arms with a deeply skeptical sneer. "Let's see if a mindless copy can do what I, the glorious boss, failed at."

The clone knelt wordlessly. Calmly picking up the stick Krito had thrown before, positioned it with precision, and gave his hands a rapid twist.

STTRR... FWOOSH! Within three seconds, a warm, inviting fire steadily crackled to life.

Krito stared at the flames, his jaw slightly open. The clone didn't even look smug; he just stared blankly at the fire. "What the hell..." Krito mumbled, his pride taking a swift kick to the gut. "Fine. If you're such a genius, start cooking for me."

The clone offered a stiff nod and immediately got to work, roasting the meat.

An hour later, Krito leaned back, rubbing his swollen belly with a massive burp. "Ahhaa! It was horribly bland without salt, but definitely not bad." He had wolfed down nearly a fifth of the beast. He glanced up at the clone, who was standing obediently by the crackling flames like a bizarre statue.

"You are good," He declared with a grand, magnanimous wave. "I officially bestow upon you the title of Chef!" The clone simply nodded.

"Still just the nod," Krito groaned, slapping his forehead. (꒪⌓꒪)

"You guys are killing me. When I finally venture out and start slaughtering humans or whatever runs this world, I am definitely keeping a few alive for company. I'm going to die of sheer boredom otherwise!"

Chattering to himself, he mentally pulled up his interface to check the progress in the meantime. "Three points?!"

"Hey! Did you guys kill something?!"

Right on cue, one of the distant clones emerged from the bushes. He walked up and casually tossed a pair of massive, dead snakes at Krito's feet, like a cat bringing its owner a dead mouse. "Uh... well done. Back to work," Krito shooed him away, side-stepping the corpses.

With three points in the bank, Krito didn't hesitate and new clones simultaneously.

DING! A blinding, golden light suddenly erupted across his vision! (✧Д✧)

[Number of clones has reached a threshold!]

[Power level increasing!]

[New Action unlocking!]

"What?!" Krito scrambled upright, calling up his full status panel in sheer bewilderment.

[Name: Krito]

[Power: Native]

[Points: 0.2]

[Actions]

[Consume 1 point to summon clone of Earthling power level]
[Consume 10 points to summon clone of Native power level]

"Huh. So did I become stronger?!" Krito bounced lightly on his toes, throwing a flurry of quick, aggressive jabs into the air and flexing his scrawny teenage biceps. He fully expected to feel an explosive surge of superhuman energy! but there was no change.

[Notification triggered]

[Natives are not physically stronger than Earthlings. But they are vastly more durable and significantly harder to kill. Being a Native allows your body to train in and withstand powers exclusive to this specific world.]

[Note this warning: Your power level strictly depends on the total number of active clones, not the quality of the clones. If, by any means, your number of active clones is reduced below the threshold, your power will instantly decrease.]

Reading the floating text, Krito slowly lowered his fists, feeling a bit silly. "So I am just harder to kill now. Sweet." He eyed the intimidating new summoning option. "Ten points for a Native clone? That's expensive... but why not? I just need to farm more."

Revitalized by his sudden level-up, he decided to go get a drink.

Along the way to the pond, he noticed his one-legged clone was still dragging himself through the mud, faithfully ripping up stubborn weeds. It was both inspiring and incredibly depressing to watch.

Reaching the water, Krito awkwardly cupped his hands to drink, splashing half of the freezing stream down his shirt. "Drinking like this is so annoying," he spat, wiping his chin.

But, then his eyes widened with a brilliant idea. () "Wait! If a clone can start a fire... I can command them to build things! I don't have to live like cavemen!"

He sprinted back to the clearing, whistling sharply to call all eleven identical faces to attention. "Stop pulling weeds! We are entering the stone age. Start crafting tools!"

He needed weapons for defense, but most importantly, he needed a sturdy wooden bucket with a lid! If they could carry water, he would no longer be tethered to this tiny clearing and march out to find a settlement, and finally begin his grand carnage as the Warrior of Destruction! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

The clones moved with synchronization. Several marched straight to the surrounding trees, wrapping their arms around thick deadwood branches. Working seamlessly in pairs, they hung completely off the wood, using their body weight to violently snap the timber free with loud CRACKS.

Meanwhile, the others scoured the dirt for sharp, jagged stones. Taking the freshly harvested wood, the clones sat in a neat circle and began meticulously chipping away. They worked tirelessly, completely unfazed as their hands blistered and bled, scraping raw stone against rough bark.

One clone methodically sharpened the tip of a long pole against a rock, crafting a lethal wooden spear. Another utilized tough vines to lash a heavy, wedge-shaped stone to a thick handle, creating a brutally effective axe. A third chipped a piece of flint until it possessed a razor-sharp edge, fashioning a basic hunting knife.

Finally, four clones huddled together. Using their new stone tools, they began the slow, arduous process of hollowing out a thick log to forge the ultimate prize: a bucket.

Krito returned to his comfortable rock, leaning back with a wildly satisfied smirk. He watched his mindless army arm themselves, feeling like a true mob boss.

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[Points collected: 13]

[Points reverted: 1]

[Current Clones: 12]

 

[Pind_Ala]

Krito marched through the dense forest, flanked by his identical clone gang.

Walking right beside him were two clones, struggling to carry a massive wooden bucket. Or, at least, it was supposed to be bucket.

It was just thick tree trunk hollowed out with crude stone axes! It had taken the clone gang two full hours to chop and carve it. The funny part? The overly heavy log weighed a ton, yet it could barely carry a few liters of water inside! (￣◇￣)

But with the water problem technically solved, Krito was finally traveling. He followed the path he hope would lead them to find human civilization.

ROAR!

The sudden shockwave made the leaves violently shake.

"A tiger?!" Krito shouted in surprise.

A massive, striped beast burst from the bushes! The clone gang did not hesitate. Gripping their newly crafted wooden spears, they charged straight at the giant cat.

It was a bloody, chaotic brawl! The tiger was absurdly durable. Even with spears stabbing into its sides and blood flowing all over its fur, it kept fighting like a demon! A swipe of its massive paw sent two clones flying into a tree, killing them instantly. The beast bit the head off a third and crushed a fourth under its weight before the remaining clones finally pinned it down and stabbed it to death.

When the dust settled, two surviving clones were heavily injured. One laid on the ground with a broken leg, while the other had three deep claw marks slashed across his face, sealing one of his eyes shut with blood.

"Ohh. That was bad," Krito hissed, checking his system interface. "Four guys got killed, but I only got +2.3 points?! It's a total loss and power level is back to Earthling!"

He aggressively rubbed his head. "Haa... if only they had iron weapons. Maybe only one would have died."

Sighing, he walked up to inspect the dead tiger. It was a massive beast, way bigger than the fancy animal rugs he had seen in the politician's house in his last life.

Even dead, it released a scary, invisible aura that made it hard for Krito to approach. But he had been a tough man in his past life! So what if he was stuck in a weak teenage body now?

"A dead beast cannot intimidate me!" Krito puffed out his chest and confidently placed his foot right on the tiger's face. His sour mood lifted a little. (¯▿¯)

"You guys, cut its tender parts to save for dinner," he ordered the standing clones. "Upgrade your spears with its teeth. Lastly, I want its hide. It will be an excellent trophy!" He waved his hand at the rest of the forest. "Start destroying the surroundings in the meantime."

The clones got to work. As usual, Krito found a comfortable stone to sit on and relax. Using the 2.3 points he just claimed, he immediately summoned two more clones, safely bringing his power up to the Native level once again.

The sun was already starting to go down. He had to find a settlement soon, or he would be sleeping out in the open forest. After half an hour, they were on the move again, leaving the clone with the broken leg behind.

After moving for a short while, Krito noticed a sudden drop in his body's durability. His power had fallen to Earthling again! "The wolves must have resurrected," Krito muttered.

The crippled clone he had left by the steam earlier must have died. He shook his head and continued on his way.

The journey continued into the night. A few more wild animals attacked from the shadows, but nothing as serious as the tiger. The sun fully set, and a bright moon became clearly visible in the sky. Yet, there was no sight of any establishment. Not even a faraway light from an unnatural source.

[Notification triggered]

[One of your clones has left your area of influence. If it does not return inside after ten minutes, it will go into hibernation mode.]

[The area of influence is related to your power level. The first two tiers, Earthling and Native, possess a 2-kilometer area of influence. Clones can hear your commands in this distance and can only stay active in this area.]

[Hibernation is a stage triggered when a clone leaves the area of influence for more than ten minutes. It stops listening to your commands and buries itself underground, only waking when it is back in the area. During hibernation, your active clone count will decrease, leading you to fall in power. But the advantage is that the clone starts healing during hibernation.]

Krito was walking calmly when the notification popped up, Making him stopped dead in his tracks.

He stood there, staring blankly at the floating text for ten solid minutes, trying to process the complex rules. (ಠ_ಠ)

"Damn." Krito finally groaned. This power or system was airtight. "This thing... it's very thoroughly thought out. Meaning I can't ever try to outsmart this, huh? As expected of a power bestowed by a god."

He continued walking, leaving a highly sarcastic whisper behind, "God, you are great."

His grand realization also came with a depressing fact. If the notification triggered just now for the clone with the broken leg, it meant Krito had only walked a pathetic two kilometers from where they hunted the tiger! And maybe three kilometers in total from the original clearing!

Walking a bit more, a cool, salty breeze suddenly graced his face. He pushed past the trees, and a huge body of water came into sight under the moonlight.

"Ocean?" Krito blinked.

"Am I on an island, or is this just a coastal area?" He asked the question aloud, but there was no answer, leading him to only gaze quietly at the moon above.

"Let's set up camp here. Start a fire and prepare a meal," Krito ordered, sitting down on the grassy cliff.

"And you, bring that bucket here. Let me have a sip of water." He drank from the cup created along with 'bucket'.

"I really am tired."

He looked around. Along the way, his gang had collected five more points, suffering only minor injuries. So, standing before him on the cliff, illuminated by the fire, were exactly thirteen clones!

Only two were currently working to cook the tiger meat. "One of you, make a bed of leaves for me," Krito ordered, pointing around.

"One of you, start improving our tools, and I want a chair! Create it somehow. The rest of you, start destroying the surroundings, but keep the noise low." He then thought of something and pointed down the steep cliff toward the ocean. "Right, find a way to go down there and see if you can fetch ocean water to create salt."

Everyone started working silently. Krito sat on the cliff, facing the endless sea. Despite being entirely surrounded by identical faces, a strange feeling hit him. He wondered if this was really a good power, because he felt incredibly bored.

Should he train with something? Maybe start building the muscles...

He fell asleep after an hour of workout.

The next morning.

SQUAWK!

Krito jolted awake at the sharp cry of a seagull.

He rubbed his eyes, looking toward the wooden block his clone had failed to carve into a proper chair.

He was completely startled! Standing casually on the block of wood was a large, professional-looking white bird. It was wearing a tiny pilot's hat, carrying a leather messenger pouch around its neck, and staring directly at Krito like it was waiting to get paid! (＃￣0￣)

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[Points collected: 20]

[Points reverted: 5]

[Current Clones: 13/14] (Total number of clones is 14 but one is in hibernation. You can say inactive.)

 

[Pind_Ala]

"A seagull?" Krito blinked, still groggy from sleep.

Standing perfectly still on a wooden stump was a large, surprisingly professional-looking white bird wearing a tiny pilot's cap. A leather pouch hung around its neck.

Seeing Krito wake up, the News Coo confidently reached into its pouch with its beak, pulled out a rolled-up newspaper, and extended it forward.

"Oh, for me? Thanks," Krito muttered, reaching out to take it.

But the very second Krito's fingers brushed the paper, the seagull swiftly yanked it back! The bird puffed out its chest, raised one white wing, and blatantly rubbed its primary feathers together in a universally understood gesture.

Money.

"Money?" Krito asked, his eye twitching while the News Coo nodded solemnly.

"I don't know," Krito whispered, slowly standing up. "I don't know what consequences this will have... but nobody shakes me down. You are going down."

He didn't even have to issue a vocal command. His killing intent was enough. Two clones instantly leaped forward to grab the feathery extortionist!

However, the News Coo was already on high alert. The moment Krito had stood up, the highly trained bird read the hostility in his eyes. With a sharp squawk, it forcefully kicked off the stump and took flight!

Because the bird dodged so cleanly, the two lunging clones completely grasped empty air. Carrying all their forward momentum, the two of them sailed right past the stump and plummeted straight over the edge of the steep cliff!

Splash! ... Splash!

Krito face-palmed at the stupidity of his gang. (－‸ლ)

"Idiots..."

But the rest of his identical army was already in motion. A rain of jagged wooden spears launched into the sky!

The News Coo frantically flapped its wings, expertly weaving through the deadly projectiles. Its little bird heart was beating like a frantic drum! This was a veteran bird! It had traveled the treacherous Grand Line for many years! It had delivered news through raging typhoons, dodged pirate cannonballs, and survived the Calm Belt! Sure, there had been some unfortunate "accidents" involving a few of his coworkers being roasted by hungry pirates, but he, Nobody had ever dared to hurt him!

To think this would happen when he was in the first month into his retirement, and in the weakest sea.

Squawk! (What is wrong with these freaks?!) the bird cursed in its head, violently banking left to dodge a stone axe that flew way too close to its tail feathers. Squawk! (I am a federally protected employee! I will sue you asses!) (O_O;

Down on the cliff, Krito gritted his teeth as the spears completely failed to hit their mark.

"If that bird gets away, it's going to bring trouble down on me!" Krito panicked. He could not handle unwanted attention right now.

He hurriedly pulled up his system interface, praying for a miracle. And his jaw dropped next second.

It seems during the night, his mindless workers had worked non-stop. His point balance read a massive 11 points!

Without hesitating, Krito spent 10 points to summon a durable Native power clone, and 1 point for a simple Earthling clone.

"Bring that shit down!" He yelled, pointing at the sky.

The freshly summoned Native clone picked up a wooden spear, leaned back, and hurled it with terrifying precision. Thwack! The heavy wooden tip violently nicked the News Coo's wing, sending a flurry of white feathers exploding into the air!

"Yes!" Krito cheered. He was so happy he nearly threw his arms around the Native clone to hug him!

Who says the power of earthling and native is same?

But his joy was cut painfully short. This bird is a tough nut too. Tumbling toward the sea, it managed to forcefully flap its good wing, agonizingly stabilizing itself just inches above the rolling ocean waves.

Now safely out of spear range, the News Coo glared back up at the cliff, etching Krito's face into its memory so it could report this lunatic! (╬ Ò﹏Ó)

Seeing the bird gain distance, Krito dropped his arms and started violently cursing. "Damn it! How can I loose to a bird brain!"

Suddenly, a dark shadow erupted from beneath the waves!

It was one of the clones that had fallen off the cliff a minute earlier!

To think he could swim so well.

The clone after reaching under the bird ruthlessly used his brother as a springboard, stepping squarely on his identical face to launch himself out of the water! The silent, unblinking clone soared through the air and grabbed the terrified seagull right by the neck!

After which both clone and bird crashed violently back into the sea.

Krito squinted from the top of the cliff. "Did... did he just step on other's face to make that jump? Eh, whatever works."

Half an hour later, Krito sat by the campfire, aggressively sorting through a pile of soaked, ruined paper salvaged from the drowned bird.

"That damn bird only gave 0.8 points," he grumbled, peeling apart the soggy pages. "And the news, for which I started this is completely destroyed!"

In the end, he only managed to read a single article: Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro Arrested!

Krito's eyes lit up. "So this world does have humans! And here I was thinking I was stuck in some weird Bird-men world." (✧∇✧)

This was fantastic news. If there were humans, there will be good food and he could finally talk to real people! There would be no more crushing boredom on his grand quest for destruction.

Perhaps he could even find a few loyal companions to walk alongside him until the very end... right up until he will be forced to betray and slaughter them.

Finally looking up from the paper, Krito took in his surroundings. The clones had been incredibly busy overnight. A massive clearing had been created, at least 2,000 square meters wide. Not a single tree, bush, or blade of grass was left standing. Just flat, pulverized dirt. "No wonder 11 points were collected," Krito nodded in approval.

But thinking again perhaps if they have only focused on bushes and such which are easy to cut down, the number of points have been more.

"Some of you, prepare a light breakfast," Krito started ordering letting the matter slide, since the copies can only follow what he say. He was partially to blame. "The rest of you, pack up our tools. We will be moving out after I eat."

After a quick breakfast of leftover tiger meat, Krito decided to travel along the coast. He summoned one final clone before moving, bringing his total active gang to an intimidating sixteen members.

Since they did not need to traverse the dense forest, their marching speed was fast.

After half an hour, Krito noticed they had passed a large curve in the island. The cliff they had rested on was no longer visible, and the hill slope was steadily decreasing, leading down toward a sandy beach.

After walking a bit further, Krito stopped dead in his tracks.

Bobbing gently in the shallow waters just off the shore was a massive, garish ship.

"A pink colored ship!" Krito grinned, gripping his stone axe tightly.

"Let's go. Fasten the pace!" ()

Meanwhile, on the deck of the heavily anchored pink ship, a rowdy crew of pirates was busy celebrating.

"Hurry up and drop the anchor! I cannot wait any longer!" one pirate cheered, throwing an empty barrel of rum from the deck.

"I can finally collect my three years of salary! With interest! HAHAHAHA!" another laughed, dancing a wild jig.

The mood among the crew was electric. "That damn ugly woman finally got killed!" a pirate with a bandana shouted, raising his mug. "We are free!"

In the corner, a younger, much more nervous pirate bit his nails anxiously. "Hey... what if Alvida-sama isn't actually dead? What if she finds out about our betrayal?"

The cheering suddenly died down, a collective, terrifying shiver running down the entire crew's spines. Before they hurriedly started denying the claim.

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[Points collected: 32] (11 over night and 1 after killing News coo)

[Points reverted: 5]

[Current Clones: 16/17]

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[Info: Here we will discuss the canon events.

So After alvida was send flying. Her crew abandoned her, although it was never conformed. It points to that since, they only gave coby a boat and did not go to save their captain right away. Then later alvida was traveling alone]

[Author Note: If I ever mess up in calculations, please let me know.]

 

[Pind_Ala]

Krito, along with his identical army, was crouching low in the oversized foliage just a short distance from the beach. From his concealed vantage point, he had a perfect view of everything unfolding on the shoreline.

"What an ugly ship," he commented in a deadpan whisper, his focus then shifted to the rowdy crew disembarking onto the sand.

"The people are ugly, too. Are they seriously supposed to be pirates?"

"Pfft...Hahahaha!" He couldn't help but chuckle, slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. "Pirates who sail in a bright pink ship, yeah, what's next? A talking animal? walking castle? A man riding a bicycle across the ocean?" (≧▽≦)

Down on the beach, a heated argument had suddenly broken out among the supposed pirates. The salty sea breeze carried bits and pieces of their shouting up to him. It seemed they were debating how to divide the treasure of someone named 'Alvida.'

"Hey, hey. At this rate, they are going to start an infight," Krito muttered, his eyes narrowing in calculation. "No, I can't allow that to happen. You guys are the first humans I've met! I need information from you, and who knows... some of you might even become my partners."

Thinking about partners, Krito nodded to himself in solemn agreement. After all, these people, despite their terrible aesthetic choices, were outlaws. He wasn't going to easily find like-minded lunatics willing to destroy the world alongside him. He had to put his prejudices aside when recruiting his harbingers of doom!

While Krito was busy monologuing to himself, a theatrical trait he had somehow rapidly developed in just one day, the pirates on the shore had already drawn their cutlasses and flintlock pistols. The situation was escalating fast.

"Clone," Krito whispered, tapping one of his men on the shoulder. "Go and do this..."

Down on the shore, tensions had reached a boiling point.

"I told you, Buggy-nose! I, as the strongest after Alvida, will be the new captain of the Miss Love Duck!" A burly, muscle-bound pirate roared, his hand resting on the hilt of his cutlass. Behind him, more than half of the Alvida Pirates were standing tall to show their support.

"If you want the ship, fine! But you are not getting a single Belly from the loot!" The opposing pirate, a man of similar status and an undeniably large nose, spat back venomously.

Just then...

Step... step... CRUNCH.

Someone stumbled out from the dense forest line, intentionally snapping a dry branch and creating quite a noise. The sudden sound instantly attracted the attention of both hostile factions.

"A child?"

"What is a kid doing out here? A drifter, perhaps?"

The pirates lowered their weapons slightly, watching in confusion as the teenage boy took a few wobbly steps forward before suddenly collapsing face-first into the sand.

"He collapsed. Must be starving," the burly leader noted, completely dropping his guard. Both leaders cautiously moved closer to inspect the unconscious boy.

"Hey, Buggy-nose," the burly pirate murmured, roughly rolling the boy onto his back. "The brat appears to have some tender skin. He'll fetch a pretty penny in the slave market, how about it?"

He knew his comrade's nature all too well, and sure enough, the large-nosed pirate was already licking his lips in anticipation.

"Hehehe, hand him over to me and everyone will get an equal share of the profit!"

"Deal."

Neither of the men had bothered to lower their voices and since they had walked closer to the tree line, Krito could hear their vile negotiations with crystal clarity.

Hearing them his expression darkened into one of pure disgust. (ಠ_ಠ)

"These fuckers," Krito seethed, his fists clenching tight. "Here I was thinking they might have a similar mindset for destruction. But no... they are pathetically attached to the lowest of worldly desires. Gross."

Haaa... Krito sighed internally. Their chatter had made one thing abundantly clear to him: finding worthy companions in this world was not going to be easy.

"Scum don't get to be my partners," he whispered coldly, giving a sharp nod to the clones waiting silently behind him.

The signal to attack was given.

Down on the beach, the Buggy-nosed man eagerly hoisted the unconscious boy over his shoulder, completely oblivious to his impending doom.

The remaining pirates had clustered tightly behind their two self-proclaimed leaders, trying to show support. In total, they numbered twenty-two men. But that dense formation was a fatal mistake. Without any warning, a dozen wooden spears erupted from the forest canopy!

SWOOSH!

SWOOSH!

Panic instantly shattered their ranks. "Look out!" someone shrieked, eyes bulging from his skull as the sky darkened with projectiles.

They violently shoved each other out of the way, scrambling desperately. But there was nowhere to hide. (O_O;

As the rain of wood ended, three pirates lay dead, pinned directly to the sand, while two others writhed in agony with deep puncture wounds.

Before the survivors could even process the volley, a squad of completely identical-looking men burst from the bushes, sprinting toward them with terrifying speed!

"Ambush!"

"They... they all look identical! It's a Devil power!"

Some pirates started shouting and cursing, frantically gripping their cutlasses, ready to fight for their lives. A few others, still deeply traumatized by their recent encounter with a certain rubber-powered Devil Fruit user, dropped their weapons and immediately ran toward the ship.

Buggy-nose wasn't hearing any of it. Staring at the charging army, his brain short-circuited. There was only one thought looping in his mind: Wait... aren't they the exact same as...? My prize!

SPLASH!

A horrific bloom of crimson erupted in the air. The "unconscious" man on his shoulder had smoothly drawn a sharpened stone knife and slashed it across the pirate's throat before the battle even truly began! One of the leader fell dead with a heavy thud.

"D-Dead! Leader is dead! AHHHAA RUN!" The followers of the fallen leader completely lost all hope. Their morale shattered instantly, and they turned tail, without a single thought for revenge.

"Damn it! Cowards!" The other leader roared, desperately trying to stabilize the fleeing crew. "Hey, stop! All of you, stand your ground and fight!"

But it was too late. The front line of the clone army, armed with what appear to be stone axes and wooden spears, was already upon him.

"Hmph! Don't look down on me, you freaks!" the burly pirate shouted, expertly evading a thrusting spear. With a vicious counter-attack, he plunged his cutlass deep into the charging clone's gut. "Ha! See?! They are not hard to kill at all!"

SPLASH!

"Damn it, I was..." the pirate gasped, his eyes going wide with shock.

The moment he had let his guard down to boast, the supposedly dead clone, completely ignored the sword in his stomach and brutally buried his stone axe into the burly man's chest!

"R-Run! We can't kill them! They're monsters!"

The last eight pirates, who had bravely stayed behind to fight alongside the strongest man in group, in hopes of gaining his trust, now violently cursed their parents for not birthing them with an extra pair of legs.

"Good! Kill them all! Hahahaha!" Krito cheered from the bushes, watching with manic glee as his unblinking clones chased down the fleeing stragglers like a pack of wolves. ()

Meanwhile, the rear squad of his gang, responsible for both his protection and support was dutifully lining up, hoisting a fresh set of wooden spears to rain upon the runners.

"Hey, wait! I want in on this! I'll throw alongside you guys!" Krito yelled, excitedly running up and snatching a spear from the pile. He took a dramatic, wide stance, aiming at a pirate running far down the beach.

"On my mark... NOW!"

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! THUD!

The clones' spears soared through the air with lethal precision. Krito's spear, however, majestically left his hand, veered sharply to the left, and solidly impaled one of his own frontline clones squarely in the back.

Krito froze, his grand throwing posture instantly wilting. (－‸ლ)

"Oh shit... I struck my own..."

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[We will do a count in next chapter]

[World Lore: A Rumor from the East Blue]
They say Buggy-sama is so charismatic that people experiment on their own bodies to gain a mere imitation of his nose. Thus, gaining the proud title of "Buggy-nose."

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[Wonderbread16]

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[Pind_Ala]

"Half an hour. That's all it took."

Krito was grinning ear to ear, staring at the bloody, pulverized mess of the shoreline. In such a meager amount of time, he had collected a massive 24 points!

Sure, the cost wasn't entirely zero. Six of his clones had died during the chaotic brawl, and four others were rendered completely useless, from which two of them were basically lingering on death's door. But for Krito, this was just the cost of doing business and It was a huge profit! (✧∇✧)

Some distance away, the two lone surviving pirates shivered uncontrollably, they were vastly more terrified of the real Krito's bright, cheerful smile than the unblinking, expressionless clone army surrounding them.

And then, their minds completely shattered.

They watched in absolute horror as the smiling teenage boy simply waved his hand in the air.

And then, In a rapid sequence of flashes, fifteen more identical-looking men seamlessly stepped into existence behind him, completely out of thin air!

Watching something so unrealistic, the two pirates desperately tried to convince themselves they were hallucinating.

"He... he summoned more..."

"This... this is a nightmare. Yes, I am definitely sleeping right now." (O_O

These two were the most cowardly of the crew, having hidden deep inside the ship's hold the moment the screaming started. They were only found after the clones did a thorough sweep.

Having finished his summoning, Krito started addressing the matter at hand "You four," he pointed toward half-dead clones.

"March out of my area of influence!"

Without a single word of complaint, the four dying clones began a painfully awkward walk or crawl away from the beach, slowly fading into the treeline to enter hibernation.

"Alright, you two Native clones, stay behind me as bodyguards," he instructed the powerful once, before waved vaguely at the massive remaining horde of identical faces. "The rest of you, go cause some destruction!"

Immediately, the army dispersed, starting a deforestation after entering tree line.

With his orders given, Krito strolled casually over to the two captured pirates, crouching down to meet their eye level. "Tell me about yourselves, and your world."

An hour later...

Krito was sitting cross-legged in the sand, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "So... Pirates, Marines, and this world is mostly just an endless sea..."

He looked up, an incredibly disappointed frown on his face. "Don't you people have something like a Nuke?"

The two pirates blinked, trembling. "A... a Nuke? what is a Nuke?"

"You know," Krito gestured widely with his hands, his eyes widening with dark enthusiasm. "A giant metal egg that falls from the sky. It touches the ground and creates a miniature sun! It instantly vaporizes about a hundred thousand people in a single millisecond, turns entire cities into glass, and poisons the dirt so severely that anyone who walks there for the next hundred years magically melts from the inside out!"

He smiled brightly. "Basic crowd control stuff. You don't have that?" ()

The two pirates stared at him, tears welling up in their eyes, completely convinced they were sitting across from the Devil himself.

Meanwhile, out on the rolling waves...

Alvida, the self-proclaimed most beautiful woman in the seas, was pissed.

Currently, she did not look bad at all. In fact, very few men would be able to handle her sheer, overwhelming charm.

Her skin was flawless, her figure was stunning, and she looked like a supermodel. Oh, yes, with the tiny exception that you didn't know her past, a past that had violently ended a mere two hours ago after a certain rubber boy punched her into the sky!

She was currently in the middle of the ocean, rowing a makeshift boat consisting of a few hastily tied planks with all her strength.

Haaa... Haaaaa...

"I will kill them for abandoning me," she seethed, her eyes burning with pure rage.

"Those bastards..."

Haaa...

"They betrayed me! The most beautiful woman in the seas!" (╬ Ò﹏Ó)

She had been rowing non-stop for two straight hours. She knew exactly where her treacherous crew had gone. They would definitely run back to GOAT Island to divide up her treasure. Frankly, Alvida didn't care all that much about the Belly itself. But... "If those little shits even lay a dirty hand on the Miss Love Duck... I swear to chase them to the world's end!"

The Miss Love Duck.

She had poured everything into that garish pink ship. Alvida still remembered the hard days when she first started out as a pirate, having to use a tiny, cramped boat for everything.

She remembered the long, miserable voyages at sea without a proper place to sleep, huddled on a tiny wooden deck with her crew.

She shook her head fiercely, violently snapping herself out of her nostalgic thoughts, and kept rowing with monstrous force.

An hour later...

"That's the Miss Love Duck! I know it!" Alvida's beautiful face lit up with a vicious smile as the unmistakable silhouette of her beloved ship came into view near the sandy shores. She immediately hastened her speed, the water churning violently behind her tiny raft.

Back on the beach.

"Tell me about this 'Devil power' you people were speaking of earlier," Krito ordered, leaning forward with genuine curiosity.

"W-Well," the pirate stammered, desperate to please the smiling demon in front of him. "It's... it's a cursed fruit from the sea! If you eat it, you gain a supernatural power, but the sea hates you and you can never swim again! Like... like your clone power!"

The pirate was about to explain further, but he was suddenly interrupted.

"SCUM!"

A terrifying shadow fell over the beach. SWOOSH! A massive, heavy iron club covered in lethal spikes plummeted from the sky like a meteor, slamming directly into the sand between Krito and the pirates!

BOOM!

Sand blasted everywhere in a miniature explosion!

Haaa... Haaaa... Alvida landed gracefully right beside her weapon, completely defying the physics of her violent entrance.

Krito flinched backward, his two Native clones instantly stepping in front of him with their newly acquired weapons raised.

The woman who had just dropped out of the sky was massive! Krito was roughly five-foot-eight, an above average height for a teenager, but she easily dwarfed him. She had to be a full head taller than him, towering over his clones with an intimidating presence! (O_O)

"Who are you?" Alvida demanded, pointing a slender finger at one of Krito's clones, before her eyes swept across the dozen identical faces lingering nearby. "So, you are a Devil Fruit user too. Tell me... did you kill my crew?"

Krito blinked, his mind quickly connecting the dots. Instead of answering her he turned his head toward the two captured pirates on the ground. "Hey, is she your captain? Alvida?"

The two pirates stared at the towering supermodel in front of them in bewilderment. "No way!" one of them blurted out instantly. "Alvida was an ugly, fat hag! Meanwhile, she is..."

As the pirate spoke, Alvida's face began to rapidly turn pitch-black with murderous rage. She slowly stepped toward the men, gripping the handle of her massive iron club.

"Who are you calling ugly...?" Alvida whispered, her voice dripping with venom. "I am... the most beautiful woman in the seas!"

THUD!

In a sudden fit of rage, compounded by the simmering fury of her earlier betrayal, Alvida did not hold back. With a single, devastating swing of her heavy club, she smashed both pirates simultaneously! Blood and bone crunched sickeningly against the iron spikes.

Both men died instantly from the sheer kinetic force of the blow.

"Wow... hey lady, that was good!" Krito clapped his hands, his eyes sparkling with pure childish awe. (✧▽✧)

He simply watched the brutal execution without a shred of empathy for his lost informants. He was genuinely impressed. A direct kill. No hesitation. No moral grandstanding. No nonsense. Yes, Krito thought to himself. This is exactly the type of companion I want!

But... will she actually be willing to walk the path of total destruction? Did she possess the resolve for true carnage?

"Hey," Krito grinned, stepping out from behind his bodyguards and extending a welcoming hand toward the towering woman. "Become my comrade. Come to the dark side!"

Alvida gripped her club, panting slightly as her anger finally began to cool down upon hearing him. but, she didn't out-right respond. Her mind was raced.

She desperately need allies right now to take her revenge on that rubber brat. But this man in front of her was clearly dangerous, he had single-handedly slaughtered her former crew.

Honestly, she herself might have thought of killing her treacherous crew, but she had never fully intended to go this far. Maybe beat them half to death and abandon them on some deserted island... that would have been enough. But now?

Looking at the two crushed corpses at her feet, she realized she couldn't pretend to be the "good guy" either. Not after killing two of the desperate survivors with her own hands.

With a complicated expression, Alvida hoisted her spiked club and pointed it directly at Krito's chest.

"Tell me who you are first..."

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[Points collected: 56]

[Points reverted: 11]

[Current Clones: 21/26]

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[Vote for where he should go after GOAT island

A. Dawn Island - This is Luffy's home island.

B. A random deserted island - with furious beasts.

C. Yotsuba Island - where Shells Town is located.

D. Sixis - where Spade Pirates were formed.

E. First let him encounter a passenger ship in the way - a total carnage. HEHAHAHA]

 

[Pind_Ala]

"My name is Krito, I am..."

[Notification triggered]

[You cannot expose your true identity or mission. If you attempt to do this again, you will permanently lose one of your five senses, yet you will still be forced to complete your mission or die trying.]

"I am... a boy. Yes, a boy. Hahaha!" Krito forced out an awkward laugh, desperately trying to cover his near-fatal mistake, but it definitely wasn't working. Here goes my first impression... (－‸ლ)

"You talk like an idiot. Are you sure you are alright?" Alvida looked at him with blatant disgust. This 'boy' wants me to become his companion?

Cough.

"Let me re-do it," Krito quickly composed himself, making his voice appear heavy as he spoke. "My name is Krito, and you can say I am a pirate."

"Pirate?" Alvida slowly lowered her iron mace. At the very least, he wasn't a pirate hunter. But her guard remained up. "Where is your crew? Where is your ship? Are you sailing with these... clones only?"

She fired off the questions, trying to determine whether this strange 'boy' could be a temporary ally or if she could just recruit him as a subordinate.

"Hehahaha. You know the answer to all three of those questions," Krito laughed, casually turning his back to her and walking toward a smooth rock by the campfire. He took a seat and patted the spot next to him. "Come sit with me. I have some questions for you too, my first mate..."

"I never agreed to that," Alvida snapped instantly.

"Oh, you will," Krito grinned darkly. "Once you see what my power can really do."

An hour later...

The two of them were sitting by the crackling fire, tearing into the roasted meat. The tension between them had dropped significantly, replaced by the bizarre negotiations.

"So, let me get this straight," Alvida mumbled around a bite of meat. "Your 'Devil Fruit' power lets you make more of yourself... but only when you break things?"

"Exactly," Krito nodded enthusiastically, completely playing along with the Devil Fruit misunderstanding. "The more I destroy, the more energy I get, and the more clones I can summon. It's a very straightforward power."

"Call it the Destroy-Destroy Fruit or clone-clone fruit, I don't know what it's officially called."

Since Alvida didn't know much about the actual mechanics of Devil Fruits nor has she ever read the encyclopedia, she bought the absurd explanation without a second thought. "So you're basically a walking termite."

"A highly efficient, extremely handsome termite, yes," Krito corrected smoothly. (￣ー￣)

"Fine. I'll join you," Alvida sighed, tossing a bone into the fire. "But I have my conditions."

"First, you help me get my revenge on a certain stretchy rubber brat. Second, your clones will handle all the chores. And lastly, you cannot order me, I will only do what I want" She smirked after stating all her demands. if he can agree to all these, then she does not mind stepping down from her captain position.

Krito did not agree instantly, this women, she is going to laze around all day if I agree right? He can easily imagine what she is thinking.

"ok, deal." But he does not mind. In the end he needs someone to accompany him through the long journey.

"So, when do we set sail?" Alvida asked, delicately wiping her mouth with a cloth.

"We will," Krito smiled, looking out at the dense trees. "As soon as this whole island is destroyed."

"Whole island? Won't that take way too long?"

"It won't be too long."

Right as Krito spoke, he checked his system interface. His clones in the forest had been busy for a while now. With a simple click, a sudden flash of light erupted, and five fresh clones stepped seamlessly into existence!

With the recent increase in the quality of their weapons, killing animals and cutting small plants had become significantly faster, allowing him to farm points at a steady pace, although the massive, trees still posed a problem. They can be ignored.

Alvida watched the new clones stand in line before them. "Let's go, then. There might be some proper iron weapons and tools at my hideout that you can use to hasten the work." She stood up, dusting off her cloths before her eyes landed on the massive, 'bucket' from which Krito was drinking water.

"And there is a well for water at the base," she noted dryly, side-eying him. "Assuming you'd like to stop drinking out of whatever that tragic monstrosity is."

Grumbling to himself, Krito stood up and followed her.

As they entered the treeline, a small system notification chimed in Krito's mind. His four injured clones he send to hibernate outside his area of influence have awakened and were ready to command!

Without breaking his stride, Krito mentally called the least injured one back to his side to check the progress of 'healing', while silently commanding the other three to march deeper into the opposite side of the island, outside his area of influence.

After a fifteen-minute walk, a typical pirate hideout came into view. It sat in a shaded clearing, consisting of two large wooden warehouses, or rather, oversized wooden shacks, and a stone well off to the side, securely covered with a heavy boulder.

There were a few Alvida pirate flags hanging around, supposably to warn others who might stumble on this island by mistake.

"Come this way."

Alvida gestured as she gracefully retrieved a hidden key from under a nearby rock and unlocked the first warehouse. "This one mostly has rations, a resting place for the crew, and a few everyday tools scattered around," she explained.

Krito nodded and immediately sent a squad of clones inside to handle the heavy lifting. Surprisingly, they emerged from the tool corner carrying three solid iron axes, a heavy pickaxe, and a metal saw!

Moving on, Alvida opened the gate to the second warehouse. "This one has weapons, gunpowder, two crates of cannonballs, and a few barrels of premium alcohol I kept strictly for myself. And then there is my personal room at the back. Inside is a vault containing all my belongings."

She walked in and proudly gestured to the open chest. "Almost five hundred thousand Belly in cash. And a million's worth of other treasure."

Krito examined the currency of this world while doing the math in his head. Only 1.5 million? Doesn't this lady have a 5 million bounty on her head? That's barely anything! (￣ー￣) But he kept his disappointment hidden and simply nodded. "Not bad."

"Alright, let's go," Krito waved his hand toward Alvida, signaling her to leave the shack.

Stepping back outside, he saw that his gang had already completely emptied the first warehouse, stacking the rations and tools neatly in the dirt.

"They work fast," Alvida admitted, genuinely impressed by them.

"We will set sail tonight," Krito declared. While looked back at the second warehouse, a wicked glint could be seen in his eyes.

"What are you planning?"

"To blow up these warehouses," He replied with a cheerfully smile. "They have enough dry wood and explosive powder to create a massive fire. I think it will be enough to completely engulf the whole island!"

Alvida just stared at him for a long moment, realizing she had just allied herself with a complete lunatic. "Do whatever you want..."

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[Points collected: 61]

[Points reverted: 11]

[Current Clones: 27/31] [2 Native]

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[Spoilers: Next power up is at 50 clones...] (This tag will be used by me, to leak some spoilers to you from Author-san side. remember me, I am Patham, the clumsy)

 

[Pind_Ala]

The evening sky was painted a brilliant, blazing red by the setting sun. However, a much more violent red could be seen below.

The entirety of Goat Island was ablaze!

Goat Island is relatively small; the journey from one side of the island to the other is less than ten kilometers. The main reason Krito and his gang had taken so much time traveling wasn't because of the distance, but the dense forest. Given the massive inferno currently consuming it, that forest will not even remain standing by tomorrow.

Krito and Alvida were both on the main deck of the garish pink ship, enjoying the red scenery as they sailed away from the burning shore.

"Say, where are we going?" Krito asked, leaning back against the wooden railing.

"To get my revenge, of course," Alvida jabbed back, casually polishing her massive iron club.

They stood in silence for a few seconds as the waves crashed against the hull. Then, both of them slowly turned to look at each other.

"You do know where he is, right?" Krito asked, his eye twitching slightly.

"Huh? How should I know?" Alvida blinked as if the question was entirely unreasonable.

Krito stared at her, utterly deadpan. (-_-) "Damn! Don't be unreliable!" he groaned, rubbing his temples. "Just tell me which way the closest island is."

"Okay, let me guess when night comes!"

"Guess?" Krito's voice cracked. "What do you mean, guess?"

"Well, duhh. I am not a navigator," Alvida muttered, crossing her arms as a matter of fact. "I can't read the sea charts and I don't have a compass. So, wait until nightfall. I will guess based on the stars."

Krito stared at her for a long, agonizing moment. This is the ocean! A single wrong turn means starving to death in the middle of nowhere! But looking at Alvida's entirely confident, unbothered face, he realized arguing with pirate logic was utterly futile. He didn't say anything else. He just sighed, gave up, and enjoyed the light sea breeze while a handful of mute, identical clones awkwardly prepared dinner for them.

The ship kept drifting, and his points kept increasing. After the meal, he went to his quarters and fell asleep.

The Next Day.

The very first thing Krito did after waking up, before even stretching his sore limbs, was check his points.

[Points: 132.3]

...

"Why so low?" Krito muttered, his sleepy eyes widening in disbelief. (O_O) "I set an entire island on fire! I was expecting 100,000 at the very least! What happened?"

[Notification triggered]

[This world has started fighting back. You will not be able to obtain many points by using external things like fire, cannons, or similar methods. Moreover, the amount of points you obtain from destroying inanimate objects will also decrease.]

Krito read the floating blue text once. Then twice.

This thing is nerfing me! The 'God' who sent me here might actually be the one messing with me! Krito thought, his eye twitching violently.

Unable to contain his outrage, Krito completely lost it.

CRASH!

He kicked a wooden chair across the room, grabbed a decorative vase, and smashed it against the floor, violently destroying whatever small, useless things he could get his hands on just to vent his frustration. (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

Haaa... Haaa...

He only calmed down after ten minutes of panting heavily amidst a sea of broken wood and shattered ceramics. "And here I thought I would become OP in a week just by clearing a few uninhabited islands..."

"Hey, you lunatic, are you alright?!" Alvida's voice, thick with irritation and heavy from lack of sleep, boomed from the hallway. It seemed his petty vandalism had woken her up.

"Yeah, I am fine," Krito replied, awkwardly kicking a broken chair leg under the bed before tidying his shirt and stepping out of the cabin.

"You woke me up, idiot," Alvida grumbled from the deck, leaning on her iron club and glaring at him.

Krito ignored her murderous aura, strolling over to sit on a wooden barrel beside her. "Let's talk while drinking tea."

A clone instantly appeared, silently pouring two cups of steaming tea with precision. Alvida eyed the clone warily before taking a sip.

"What happened?"

"The points," Krito sighed dramatically. "I got very few points. It seems it will take some time for me to become stronger..."

"Oh." Alvida just nodded, completely unfazed. (￣-￣) She wasn't too worried. According to her logic, the two of them combined can already easily rule a massive part of the East Blue. Even taking her revenge will be child's play. They are more than strong enough.

YAWN.

Krito only shook his head, looking at her carefree attitude. Although he himself wasn't exactly terrified, his paranoid mentality refused to let him relax.

There is a universal rule: there are always 'hidden experts' in every world. He did not want to die like he did in his last life, where an ordinary, frail-looking old man suddenly pulled a shotgun out of a cane and blew him away by surprise. So, he has to be extremely cautious.

But, everything else aside, first, using his banked points, he summoned thirteen new Native power clones. Including his existing gang, there are now exactly 40 identical Kritos on the ship, not including the original.

Krito can only thank the heavens that his copies do not need to eat or sleep, otherwise, the logistics of feeding them would be quite messy.

During Noon...

Krito was standing by the railing when a fish jumped in the distance. "Hey, go fetch a good fish for me," he ordered a nearby group of clones.

Without a single moment of hesitation, six clones marched to the railing and threw themselves into the ocean.

SPLASH!

SPLASH!

A minute later, they climbed back up the netting, completely soaked, with one of them silently holding a massive, thrashing sea bass by the gills.

[+0.6]

"Oh, right," Krito's eyes lit up as the notification flashed. "I completely forgot you clones are actually good swimmers! And here I am, holding you guys back on this tiny deck!"

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

"You idiots have done nothing since yesterday evening! Such a waste of labor!" Krito's heart physically ached thinking about how many points he could have farmed if he had put them to work sooner.

Krito didn't hesitate anymore and sent almost the entire army overboard, ordering them to blindly hunt whatever lives beneath the waves while not leaving his area of influence. He kept only a small, Native power clone squad on the deck for protection.

With his identical army terrorizing the local fish population, his points started increasing slowly but steadily once again.

By evening, Krito was bored out of his mind.

Unlike Alvida, who is perfectly accustomed to the slow, monotonous life of sailing the seas, Krito needs constant stimulation. Even Alvida had run out of stories to tell. So, left with no other options, Krito decided to start doing some push-ups and squats on the deck to build up his scrawny physique.

By nightfall, he was regretting his life choices. Feeling completely sore all over, he decided to retire early. But just as he was about to limp back to his quarters and call it a night, Alvida's excited voice rang out from the front of the deck, waking him right back up.

"Hey, Captain! Come up here. There is a ship ahead!"

Krito paused, his tired eyes suddenly flashing with a wicked gleam.

"A ship..." (✧ω✧)

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[Points collected: 193.8]

[Points reverted: 11]

[Current Clones: 40/44] [15 Native] (The clones left behind in hibernation. They are still alive, waiting for their master to come pick them someday)

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[Spoiler: the clone, Krito called back in last chapter, his deadly wound was closed. This means Author-san might mention this hibernation features healing power.] (Hehehe, just like that I have saved your time, prevented you from reading three or four paragraphs. All hail, Patham, the clumsy)

[Info: Alvida has no navigation skills. In cannon they kept Coby for that and when she sailed alone, she was simply drifting and found buggy by pure luck.

In this chapter above, she was just fooling around with 'trying to guess' and pointed a direction at random]

 

[Pind_Ala]

TUNNN! TUNNN!

"It's a pirate ship!!"

On the passenger ship, the sailors on lookout had already spotted the Miss Love Duck and sounded the alarm. The rest of the crew was fully ready for a confrontation within minutes.

Just then, the Captain stormed outside. "Which pirate crew dares to sail this close to a Marine branch?"

"We can't tell, Captain! Although the ship looks somewhat like the Miss Love Duck of the Alvida Pirates, many things are different."

"Let me see." The Captain took the spyglass from his assistant and peered through it.

Indeed, under the moonlight, a ship with black sails could be seen. Although the rest of the vessel was the same, the major difference was clear to the eye.

"I can't identify their flag. It seems to be a newly emerging crew." He tried to rack his memories, but he had never seen something like this. Although it is a simple skull with two crossed bones behind it, it looks far too sinister. Who could have drawn this? he thought.

"It looks like a bunch of rookies trying to imitate the Alvida Pirates." This was his confident analysis, after which the whole crew's nerves relaxed a little. After all, they were not entirely defenseless and could easily contend against a mid-sized crew, much less a new upstart.

"Rookies? That explains why they are so courageous. Huh, let them come. Maybe we will be able to collect some bounty today. Hahahaha!" someone joked from the sailors, and everybody started laughing.

"Fire when they enter cannon range!"

"Aye-aye, Captain!"

<<<<<<<<<<<<

"Alvida, how far can the cannons fire?"

"The standard cannon can fire three kilometers away, but nobody can aim that far. So almost everybody starts firing at two kilometers, and it mostly starts connecting at the 1.5-kilometer range."

Krito listened in awe as Alvida gave such precise information. "It seems experience really does matter, huh."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing. Oh, and later, just protect the ship and leave all the fighting to me."

"Okay."

BANG!

BANG!

Time passed and the ships moved closer. It seemed the ship in front was deliberately not speeding up. Before long, the first volley of cannons was fired. Only a single stray cannonball flew toward the ship, which Alvida deflected easily.

As for the second volley, they never got the chance. The moment they entered Krito's area of influence, their fate was sealed.

"There's something coming from underwater. It's a person!"

"Pirates are boarding the ship from the sea!"

"What?!"

Suddenly, wet hands grabbed the wooden railings.

SPLASH!

SPLASH!

Dozens of identical looking people hauled themselves over the sides of the ship before standing up, gripping their weapons and staring blankly at the sailors.

"Kill them!"

BANG!

BANG!

"Fuck, they are all the same! It's a Devil's power!"

The slaughter began.

It wasn't a beautiful sword fight; it was a chaotic, brutal brawl. A clone took a cutlass directly to the chest, completely ignored it, and brutally smashed open the sailor's face with a point-blank shot!

BANG!

Another clone literally bit a pirate's arm to disarm him before tossing him overboard.

Panic soon erupted.

"Monsters! They can't be killed!"

Some sailors even dropped their weapons and ran toward the lifeboats in pure terror, only to abruptly stop in their tracks. Two clones were already standing there, diligently dismantling the wooden hulls with axes!

"Hey! You freaks, stop breaking our escape route!" a sailor cried out and charged toward them in desperate attempt. But, a clone simply looked at him, and threw his axe directly at his head.

THWACK!

Inside the ship, the passengers were also being killed. The clones showed no mercy or favoritism. Although some wealthy passengers tried to throw heavy chests of Belly at them as bribes, the clones did not stop. One simply used the same heavy chest as a blunt weapon to brutally bludgeon the rich man over the head!

Returning the money in his own way.

Through the chaos, the brave Captain was still fighting, he has already killed two of those things which gave him a little courage as he puffed his chest and shouted will all his authority.

"Stand your ground, men! I will show these freaks the might of--!"

He didn't get to finish. A clone, having climbed high up into the rigging to secure the sails, misjudged a jump, completely missed his intended target, and plummeted like a stone from the sky.

CRACK!

He landed squarely on the Captain's shoulders, snapping the man's neck instantly under his weight and killing him mid-speech.

After which he simply ignored the dead Captain beneath his feet, picked up his dropped weapon, and marched off to complete his task.

By the time both ships connected and Krito and Alvida finally boarded the passenger ship, almost everyone on the deck was dead.

"You really are ruthless," Alvida commented when she looked at the massacre that had occurred.

"How about I give you all the loot we get from here?" Krito ignored her remark and said playfully.

Just as expected, the woman's tone had a visible change.

"Ruthless?" Alvida gasped, placing a hand over her heart in mock offense. "I meant a visionary! Hahaha. I am getting my treasure now."

THUD!

THUD!

After asking the clones to start cleaning up and searching for any survivors, they came across a tightly shut door down below in the hold, where all the food and supplies were kept.

"A blocked door. It seems all the survivors are hiding in here."

"Step behind me," Alvida asked before grinning like a madwoman and swinging her iron mace with full strength.

BOOM!

"AAAAAHHHHHAAA!"

Screams were hard as soon as the door blasted open "Huh, See even men can scream like a girl. You just need to give them enough fright! Hahaahaha" Alvida started laughing at her own jock after speaking, while moving aside for other to enter.

"Three men and a girl." Krito said as he looked at the people huddled in a corner, Before speaking with a wicked grin, terrifying the people even more. "I need a navigator and a cook. If you are either, I will spare you."

He waited.

"Tuh. It seems all are useless."

"Kill them." Since nobody responded quickly enough, he gave the command to the clone beside him.

"Wait, wait! Please don't kill us! I have connections with Goa Kingdom nobles, please spare me!"

"I know some basic navigation! I know the route to the next island!"

When they saw their impending doom, two men hurried to speak, trying their best to preserve their lives.

Krito stopped his clone and then turned to look at the other two survivors. "What about you?"

"I... my brother is in the Navy."

"Sob... sob... Please spare me, my children are waiting at home... sob... sob..."

"Hmmm," Krito started thinking deeply after they all started their pleas, and turned toward the exit.

"What? You're going to spare them all?" Alvida could not help but ask. Does this guy actually feel pity? She had just started thinking about it when she couldn't help but mock herself for her naivety upon hearing his next words.

"Kill all except the navigator." He walked out after saying that.

"NOOO! AAHHHAAA!"

In this raid, only five clones were killed. It seemed the surprise attack from the ocean helped a lot, and he had gained not only 50 points but also an extra ship, which could be used by his clones! Although they preferred to stay in the water, towing an extra ship was not bad. Maybe it would be of major help if they fought with cannons. Well, if such a time did come.

After leaving Alvida in charge, he went to sleep, but not before summoning seven Native power clones with the points he just got, plus the points the clones had farmed throughout the day.

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[Points collected: 263.8]

[Points reverted: 16]

[Current Clones: 42/46] [21 Native]

 

[Pind_Ala]

Next Morning.

An island could be seen in the distance.

"That is Yotsuba Island, home to the 153rd Marine Branch," Alvida spoke as she looked at the man bound upside down from the railing.

"Is this the next island you were talking about?" Krito asked with cold eyes as he watched the man struggle.

"MHHH! Hmmm! MMHHhhhhhh....."

The supposed navigator was trying his best to speak, to struggle, but nothing worked. Not only were his limbs tightly tied, but his mouth was also gagged. Tears and snot ran all over his face as he struggled weakly against the ropes.

"Let him go," Krito ordered blankly.

SPLASH!

The ropes were cut, and the navigator was unceremoniously dropped into the ocean.

As he started sinking into the cold, murky depths, his frantic struggling slowly ceased. His lungs burned, but eventually, he stopped fighting it. At the very end, before death, he just wanted to be at peace.

He let everything go, finding a beautiful, zen-like tranquility in the quiet embrace of the sea. Ah, the ocean is so peaceful...

He opened his eyes to admire it a bit more. But, floating right in front of him, was the exact same face he had been seeing since last night!

It was one of the clones Krito had left in the ocean. The clone gave the drowning man a deadpan look, before casually unsheathing his cutlass, and brutally stabbing him.

Completely ruining his peaceful passing!

"So, are we stopping?" Alvida asked, staring down at the bubbles surfacing on the water.

"Of course we will. Since we are here, I might as well farm this island too," Krito spoke as he flashed her a wicked, evil grin.

After a while, the captured passenger ship sailed toward the island's harbor alone.

"Although the plan is good, I hope nothing happens to the Miss Love Duck," Alvida muttered as she watched Krito sail away.

This evil person... he is way too sharp when it comes to coming up with plans, Alvida thought to herself, reviewing their strategy.

Krito would sail into the harbor with his clones hidden under heavy cloaks, pretending to be ordinary people on a passenger ship. At the moment of inspection, Alvida would move her own pirate ship forward just enough to intentionally allow the Marines to detect her. This would not only grant Krito's ship an easy entry in the ensuing panic, but all of the Marines' attention would be solely focused on her out at sea!

Then, Krito could easily slip into Shells Town, hide himself, and let his clones start their carnage. Too cunning. This is a person who knows his own weaknesses and strengths perfectly... and he is extremely ruthless.

Half an Hour Later.

Their plan succeeded flawlessly. The harbor cleared the exact moment the pirate ship was spotted on the horizon.

TUNNN!

TUNNN!

TUNNN!

The warning bells rang loudly across the town!

"Hurry up, it's pirates!"

Chaos erupted in the streets. A merchant screamed and dropped an entire crate of cabbages to sprint away. A frantic woman dragged her crying husband by the ear toward their house. A stray dog barked wildly at the bells, while a panicked baker aggressively tried to shove a massive, three-tiered wedding cake through a doorway that was way too small for it!

"Please evacuate in an orderly fashion! Do not push each other!"

The Navy showed up very fast.

They are a remarkably neat and disciplined force, clad in crisp, identical white-and-blue uniforms, polished black boots, and Marine caps securely fastened. They instantly formed perfectly straight, organized firing lines with their standard-issue rifles aimed firmly at the sea. Someone even started using a loudspeaker to manage the panic:

"Attention citizens! Lock your doors and windows! Leave your cabbages behind, your lives are more important! Anyone caught looting during the pirate raid will be shot!"

Watching from the deck of the docked passenger ship, Krito frowned. "Everything is going smoothly, but aren't there way too many Marines? Alvida said there would be twenty armed Marines at most, carrying standard rifles."

He started moving as he cursed under his breath. "Fuck you, woman," A vein was already pulsing in his forehead with visible anger. "I am seeing way more than twenty... and two of those bastards are carrying fucking bazookas!"

He severely regretted listening to her pirate intel.

He gave one last look toward the harbor, before it got out of sight. "Just don't let the ship get destroyed," he muttered, and turned to move forward into the town.

The first part of the plan was completed.

Next was to take refuge near the Marine headquarters so his clones could split up and start their work. The Marine branch, huh? A power plant would be more accurate. Hehehe.

BANG!

BANG!

The firing out at sea had already started. After two loud volleys of cannon fire echoed across the island, Krito finally found what he was looking for: an eatery named Food Foo.

It was the ideal position. Sitting safely in the middle of town, it easily covered both the Marine base and most of the residential district within his two-kilometer area of influence.

As Krito entered, his masked figure, followed closely by five equally masked figures, attracted a lot of attention from the terrified locals taking shelter inside. Every other clone in his army was currently wearing a deep hood, but Krito himself and his five personal bodyguards were wearing masks to stay perfectly hidden.

As Krito moved up to the counter, a sweet young girl sprinted alongside him and asked in a cheerful voice, "What would you like, mister?"

"Give me the best you have. Both to eat and drink," Krito spoke plainly.

"And what about these misters?" she asked, pointing at the five perfectly still men behind him.

"They don't need to eat. They will only stand behind me."

GULP.

An audible, collective gulp was heard from the other patrons. Watching five masked men stand completely motionless in total silence behind their boss was terrifying.

Apparently, the locals are very scared of high-profile figures like me.

The little girl seemed slightly displeased by the strange behavior and was about to say something when a lady, presumably her mother, hurriedly grabbed her shoulder and stopped her.

"Haha, please wait! I will prepare something good for you," the mother said nervously.

Meanwhile, outside in the streets, the other thirty-six clones divided into two teams. One team headed straight toward the Marine Base. The others scattered and started paying the surrounding houses a rather 'polite' visit.

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Out on the Ship.

Alvida was cursing heavily. "Damn it! Operating this whole ship by myself and deflecting cannonballs... it's too much!"

BANG!

She was moving fast, swinging her iron mace to defend the deck while desperately fighting the ship's wheel to change course. Her part of the plan was done; now she just needed to sail around and wait for that lunatic on the other side of the island.

"My shitty luck," she groaned, looking back at the Marine vessels deploying from the harbor. "Those damn Marines are actually pursuing me now!"

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[Points collected: 277] (+13.2 points from farming whole night. Krito has not used any of it yet.)

[Points reverted: 16]

[Current Clones: 41/45] [20 Native] (One clone died in ocean. I don't know how.)

[A fact: I need to conform if you don't realize it till now, clones can hold the breath for a very long time. I say they are knockout version of Law's crew when it comes to swimming.]

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[Info: According to my research online. Yotsuba Island is canonically the largest island in the entire East Blue.

Do you know what this means? We have only seen Dawn island in detail and that island is not even the third of it.

Dawn island contains not only the Goa Kingdom, Foosha Village but also Mt. Colubo. plus the fact the luffy's training by Garp was done on the same island can tell that there are many places cannon does not cover.]

(Who am I kidding, Just search online you will know how big is it.)

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[Choose: This is very important, I will go with majority decision and count every vote from all the platforms where I post.

A: Cover only Shells town (A day)

B. Let's do it for real, cover whole Yotsuba Island. (I will be stuck for weeks in here)

C. Do whole of Yotsuba Island but degrade the island itself (Less than a week)

D. you should follow cannon only. Chase luffy!!! (you are evil. you want to kill luffy.)

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[Author Note: Remember your decision can effect many things, after all Monkey D. Garp is on the way!]