One Piece: Wielder of the Void

44. Learning a lesson

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Suddenly gaining the most powerful Healing ability from the Naruto world, Anos found himself overwhelmed by what he had become.

He had seen the anime of Naruto & he knows how powerful this ability is, but experiencing it firsthand was entirely different. His body was a furnace of strength, with energy surging through every fibre of his being.

At times, he wondered what he would ultimately become. Would he be the king he had long strived to be, or something far greater? Something far more dangerous?

He gazed down at his hands. They no longer felt like his own, alien almost, yet undeniably powerful. His body's self-healing ability was unlike anything he had ever imagined.

Cuts and bruises that would normally leave scars healed in moments, the flesh knitting itself back together as if time itself had reversed.

The wounds, which had looked fatal just moments ago, were sealing before his eyes, skin regrowing and muscles rejoining at an astonishing speed.

There was no denying the wonder of his newly acquired abilities, yet Anos couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment from it all.

The body, this machine of pure power, was something beyond human now. Was it still his? Could he still control this monstrous strength? That question lingered in the back of his mind.

In other aspects of his newfound form, especially in terms of physical strength, he felt almost godlike. There seemed to be no end to the boundless energy within him.

He could run for days, fight for weeks, and not be tired. A mere flex of his muscles could snap steel, and with every step, the ground seemed to quake beneath his feet.

Anos grinned slightly, though there was a hint of unease in his eyes.

He was more than a king. Now, he was something closer to a living weapon.

But even these immense physical powers came with a price. The use of his spatial abilities drained his mental strength, pushing his mind to its limits.

Every time he teleported, his consciousness strained, and though he had mastered space-jumping to a remarkable degree, he knew there was a limit.

Anos wasn't invincible, not yet. However, even without fully honing his abilities, he already sensed that his strength, even in its current state, might be enough to make him force to reckon with.

And then there was Olvia.

Olvia Omoro, a man so sure of his victory minutes earlier, now stood frozen in disbelief. His mouth opened and closed as if trying to form words, but no sound came out.

How was it possible that Anos, who had been battered and bloodied just moments before, was now standing tall, full of life?

Olvia's mind raced, trying to make sense of what had just occurred. Was this some sort of trick? Or was Anos truly this powerful?

He didn't know how to comprehend the sight before him, and the shock was written all over his face.

Just moments ago, Olvia had been confident, determined that he and his allies would triumph.

He had stood with the certainty of someone who had never known defeat, someone who had always been able to manipulate events to his advantage.

But now, Olvia couldn't help but step back, his earlier confidence evaporating like mist in the sun. Fear, creeping and undeniable, began to take root in his chest.