One Piece: Start as a mythical beast, practice to become stronger

In the deepest depths of the shadows, like a bottomless abyss, it devoured every life that approached it.

That pitch-black area exuded a strong sense of oppression, and the air was filled with an indescribable aura of decay, as if time had stopped here for centuries.

And in this deep darkness, Imu was quietly sitting, His existence seemed to merge with this shadow.

On the surface, His form was not complete, His body was still twisted and blurred, seemingly without substance, only that dark aura enveloped everything around.

Imu's face had no clear outline, as if it were made of darkness itself, only a pair of deep eyes flickered with a strange light in the darkness.

Those eyes did not reveal human emotions, but an ancient, ruthless indifference, as if He had seen countless lives and deaths, but remained unmoved.

However, behind this indifference hid a strong desire.

Whenever flesh touched His existence, it would be quickly sucked into that indescribable darkness, turning into a part of the devoured energy.

Whether it was human blood or the vitality of these creatures that He had drawn over, it would be mercilessly extracted and transformed into His own power.

"Gurgle..."

A slight sound echoed in the darkness, the sound of blood merging with darkness.

With the integration of each drop of blood, Imu's body gradually became more solid, and the dark aura became thicker and thicker.

His injuries had recovered in countless devouring, and He was no longer the weak existence He once was, but He was not satisfied.

He needed more, more life force, to completely recover and restore His former supreme power.

"Consume..."

Imu's low voice echoed in that darkness, like some ancient summoning.

He did not feel any hunger, but rather a desire for this flesh and blood, accompanied by an endless thirst for power, gradually enveloped His consciousness.

With each piece of flesh and blood devoured, His existence became clearer, as if layers of mist were being peeled away, and the true Lord Imu gradually recovered.

With each muffled sound of flesh and blood being sucked in, His heart became more peaceful and firm.

He understood that only by devouring these blood meals could He accelerate His true recovery, and that moment would be when the world trembled.

Even though He had recovered from His injuries, Imu still did not let go of this delicious flesh and blood, He knew that His power was still far from enough.

"A little more..."

Imu whispered, without a trace of emotion in His tone.

His voice was like a call from the abyss, full of the coldness and ruthlessness of fate.

As His voice fell, another group of controlled creatures entered this darkness, they were unconscious, just walking mechanically, and were eventually easily devoured by Him.

The outline in the darkness became more and more obvious, and Imu's body gradually became clearer, as if the part that had been swallowed was recovering inch by inch.

His power was also constantly growing in this endless devouring.

Every drop of blood, every soul of life, was providing nourishment for His recovery.

That power was becoming more and more unstoppable, more and more powerful.

Suddenly, Imu's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of unknown fluctuation surged in His heart.

He raised His head and looked at a certain direction in the distance, as if He sensed some unknown aura, like a long-standing memory resurfacing.

"Finally here..."

He whispered, His voice low and hoarse, as if it came from countless years of slumber.

Then, the corner of His mouth raised slightly, revealing a cruel smile.

As if He was looking forward to a great change that would change the world was about to come.

Imu knew that those chess pieces He had drawn over would finally enter the trajectory of fate He had arranged.

A new era, a new power, was quietly brewing in the darkness, and He was the engine of this change.

"The world... will start again."

In that silent darkness, Imu's existence began to undergo subtle changes.

His body still stood in the shadows, but behind that composure and ruthlessness, hid a profound transformation.

Imu's consciousness seemed to be imperceptibly eroded by a strange force, a new kind of perception, a power so strong that it was almost unbearable.

He closed His eyes, lowered His head slightly, and immersed Himself in the memories that were constantly pouring into His heart.

Those memories came from a man, the pirate known as "Blackbeard," once one of the most dangerous beings in the world.

Imu clearly perceived that these fragments of memory were piecing together a complete picture in His heart—a soul full of greed, cunning, and ruthlessness.

That was the experience of Blackbeard's life, like a bottomless abyss, completely devouring Imu's consciousness.

Imu's heart trembled.

Although He had never possessed the identity of Blackbeard, these memories were incredibly real, as if they were His own experiences, as if these emotions and experiences had long been deeply imprinted in His soul.

He felt Blackbeard's greed—that endless desire for power, the desire to control everything.

Blackbeard's reckless and arbitrary actions in His memory seemed to be replayed before Imu's eyes.

The divinity of Imu, who was once aloof and indifferent, began to intertwine with these memories, producing a strange resonance.

Imu's fingers trembled slightly, and a complex expression flashed in His eyes.

He looked at His palm, as if savoring this unprecedented power.

Blackbeard gave Him not only memories, but also that unparalleled power.

The power that Blackbeard gained by eating two Devil Fruits had become an invincible existence—and now, Imu had mastered this power.

This power was not easy to control, and Imu could feel the energy constantly expanding in His body, burning like flames in His body, agitating every inch of skin and bone.

But at the same time, Imu felt a subtle pain, a sense of loss of control that He could not fully control these forces.

He could feel the shackles of that power, as if they were trying to break free and resist.

His consciousness tried to control this power, but at this moment He felt dizzy.

Blackbeard's power was too strong, so strong that even Imu could not fully control it.

However, He was not afraid.

This feeling of being out of control was a manifestation of the desire for power, just like the calmness He had waited and devoured in countless silent years.

"Control..."

Imu murmured in a low voice, with an unspeakable determination in His tone.

His fingertips bent slightly, and powerful dark forces began to gather around His body, as if shrouding the entire space in darkness.

With each surge of power, He could feel a burst of bone-chilling pleasure, a touch of the abyss, and a pursuit of power.

This power was so vast that it even caused a slight confusion in Imu's consciousness.

But He knew that He just needed a little time to completely control everything.

"All power will eventually be used by me."

Imu spoke slowly, His voice steady and low, as if the entire space was responding to His words.

As His thoughts flowed, Blackbeard's power was no longer just a violent torrent, but gradually transformed into a stable energy, surrounding His body.

At that moment, a deep light flashed in Imu's eyes, as if He was gazing at the endless future.

He could already sense that this power would be used by Him, bringing unprecedented abilities and the power to dominate everything.

What Blackbeard gave Him was not a simple ability, but a new life—an unstoppable existence.

However, another voice in His heart was whispering:

"If Blackbeard's power can make me stronger, then how should my existence be defined?"

Imu realized that He was not just recovering, He was surpassing.

Blackbeard's memories and power intertwined into an irresistible torrent, He would no longer be simply Imu, but an existence with a new identity and new power.

This world could no longer tolerate His existence, He would become its new master.

"I will reshape this world."

Imu uttered these words softly, His eyes revealing an undeniable determination and ambition.

In the darkness, His figure gradually became clear, and the surrounding power began to converge, transforming into infinite energy, waiting for the master's command.

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