Pirate: Give me your power

The weak voice sounded again, and this time he recognized it as the voice of an old woman.

Logan didn't answer, and went straight to the bed, lifted the black tulle, and reflected the figure of the person on the bed in his eyes.

It was a dry, skinny old woman who was struggling to get up with sweat profusely. It looked like she was dying, she was dying, and she was already dying.

Logan frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

The old woman coughed violently for a while, the palms supporting her aging body suddenly softened, and her upper body fell on the soft big bed.

"I am Archimonde's mother, where is he?"

After a while, a strange color suddenly appeared on the old woman's face, and her voice became much louder.

Logan was silent for a moment, knowing that she was returning to the light, and she might die in the next second.

Logan still had a lot of questions that he didn't understand, and without thinking too much, he slowly stretched out his hand and put it on the old woman's forehead, and a steady stream of life energy passed through Logan's hand.

The emptiness and weakness were slowly filled with warm life energy. The strange color on the old woman's face disappeared, replaced by the rosy color of life, and even her breathing became much more coherent.

But Logan knew that all this was temporary.

The old woman is not facing death because of illness or injury, her time is approaching, and she is about to die of old age.

It's a pity that life energy doesn't have the power to greatly prolong lifespan, at most it's like "the king of hell will let you die in the third watch, and I can keep you until the fifth watch".

The old lady was obviously aware of this, but Logan's method now was enough to shock her.

However, nearly a hundred years of life experience and magnificent experiences have given the old lady a tough heart.

"Although thank you very much, I still want to know Archimonde, where is my son?"

The old woman sat up from the bed under the support of the full life energy, and stared straight at the tall young man in front of her with a pair of cloudy but not easy to fool old eyes.

raging!

Crackling!

The fierce fire has spread over, greedily devouring the luxurious door of the secret room.

Logan manipulated the strong wind, smashing through the upper floors of the building, revealing a corner of the starry night.

Afterwards, Logan lifted his feet off the ground and said to the old woman, "Come with me if you can move. Your son is outside."

The old woman clapped her hands on her chest, lowered her eyebrows slightly: "Young man, don't underestimate the old lady of the old era!"

Before the words were finished, the big bed under the old woman shook, and split into dozens of regular pieces with a bang, and after a burst of dazzling reorganization, it miraculously transformed into a big white bird.

With a clear cry, the big bird shook its wings and soared into the sky, stirring up a gust of wind, and flew over Logan in an instant.

"Puppeteer Skill Materialize White Bird!"

On the bird's back, the old woman slowly lowered her hands and said the name of the move.

Logan was stunned, and immediately caught up. The strong wind dissipated and landed on Shiratori's back, sitting cross-legged behind the old woman.

Logan glanced at the old woman and said with a smile: "Old woman, being handsome will cost you your life."

A drop of sweat dripped from the old woman's forehead, she was noncommittal to Logan's words.

The white bird quickly flew away from the factory. Looking up from below, the entire gear factory looked like a burning fireball, illuminating the wilderness in all directions, and billowing thick smoke rushed into the sky, covering even the bright stars.

The crystallization of human civilization, at the moment of destruction, is really spectacular.

It's a pity that the gear factory is located in a remote place, and it was late at night, so no one except the puppets in the old city noticed the burning fireball.

The old woman stared down intently, her cloudy eyes filled with raging flames.

After a long time, the old woman sighed, turned her back to Logan and said softly, "Thank you."

Logan raised Junyi's eyebrows, a little confused: "We destroyed your factory, why do you still thank me?"

The old woman did not answer Logan's question, her eyes were gloomy, and the vicissitudes and sadness of the years were portrayed on her old and wrinkled face.

Logan felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, so he waited quietly without speaking.

The white bird soars, soaring through the sky with its wings fluttering.

The old woman spoke softly.

"I used to be like an ordinary peasant woman. I guarded my small home and was trapped in a small village. I worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. I wasted between the stoves every day, and occasionally lost my temper because of some trivial things. I lived an ordinary and boring life."

"The days just passed by like this."

"But suddenly one day, I looked at the boundless sea, and a thought that horrified me suddenly popped up in my heart: boring, rigid, monotonous, boring, I have had enough of such days, and I want to change my way of life."

"When this idea first appeared, I suppressed it in the bottom of my heart, and suppressed it firmly with the boulder of life."

"However, once a seed is planted, some things will germinate even without sunshine and rain."

"It grows up, drills into the hard boulder, little by little, little by little, destroys the boulder, and finally breaks the boulder in its heart one day."

"It grew up and became a towering tree, filling my chest."

"I remember it was a night like this."

"I went to sea and went to my dream alone at the age of 60."

The old woman's expression was calm, as if she was telling something about someone else.

Logan is an excellent listener, with his elbows on his legs, his hands on his chin, and his head slightly tilted: "And then?"

The old woman looked up at the starry sky, and the sea of ​​stars was reflected in her eyes.

"In the first year at sea, I learned what snow is, and saw scenery and strange people that I had never seen before."

"In the second year of going to sea, the ship I was carrying encountered a storm, and several victims and I drifted to an island full of wild beasts."

"After many lives and deaths, I ate the puppet fruit and possessed a legendary ability that I had never imagined."

"After that, I gradually gained some fame in the sea, so that others will not be too harsh on me, an old woman."

"But ah, after going through that, my heart suddenly felt empty."

The old woman raised her skinny palm and put it on the position of her heart.

"I've thought about it for a long time, but I still haven't come up with an answer. A person drifts aimlessly on the sea, drifting with the current, and letting the sea tell me the direction."

"Finally one day, when I passed by an ordinary small village, my heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and the pain was severe."

"I know what is empty in my heart."

"Family, hometown."

"30 years, I've been away from home for too long..."

The old woman sighed deeply, her eyes full of nostalgia.

Logan put his hands down, leaned behind his back, and stared blankly at the bright yellow crescent moon.

Before I knew it, it had been four years since I came to this world.

Everyone in that world, how are you?

The emotion of longing lingers between the two, the old and the young, at this moment, they are all ordinary people.

After a long time, the old woman suddenly turned her head and said to Logan: "Young man, you haven't been home for a long time. Go back and have a look, there is your root."

Logan restrained his thoughts and smiled faintly at the old woman: "I can't go back."

The old woman was stunned for a moment, her cloudy pupils contracted, then she turned her head slowly, looking at the sky, with a bleak smile on her face: "So, we are the same kind of people."

"I, although I have returned to my hometown, it's too late!"

The old woman covered her face and wept.

Ten years ago, she still can't forget the tragedy. How many times she woke up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely, it was an unforgettable pain.

It was a cloudy day that day, and the haze-like clouds lay across the sky, as if heralding something ominous.

The old woman landed on the island in a nervous and excited mood, feeling timid because of her closeness to her hometown, but her old hands, which made countless people tremble with fear, were tightly clasped together, trembling uncontrollably.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, everything around is so quiet, it's abnormally quiet.

The old woman sensed something was wrong, and the ominous premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger.

Finally, a vague smell of blood floated from a distance, and the old woman's face changed drastically, and she ran madly towards the village in her memory.

The sky was full of haze, and a few vultures landed among the scorched ruins, and sometimes they looked up to the sky and let out bursts of high-pitched and piercing chirping. When they saw a stranger appearing, they immediately got up in fright, and disappeared into the depths of the cloud with the piercing chirping.

On the dry and cracked ground, among the scorched ruins, hundreds of corpses were curled up in a haphazard manner, and the dark red and dry blood stained the old woman's entire field of vision like ink.

The old woman froze on the spot, trembling and falling backwards, her thin body fell on the ground like a leaf.

After coughing up blood, her heart felt like a knife was twisted, but the old woman still had a little hope in her heart. She digged through the ruins with her hands, hoping to see even one living person.

Corpse, corpse, corpse, corpse...

One after another, one after another...

Day and night, morning and evening.

The old woman pushed aside a charred beam and saw a middle-aged man lying on the ground with his waist bent.

The old woman recognized him from the birthmark on his neck.

A kid named Tamon often chases after him asking for sweets.

Now, he is dead.

Afterwards, the old woman saw her son's body. He fell in the middle of the street, had been cut more than a dozen times, and held a severed knife tightly in his hand.

When the old woman saw him, there were no tears shed, only bright blood.

"There is no living person, not a single living person, I came back too late, I was the one who made them suffer."

The old woman wiped away her tears and looked in the direction of the old city with a sad and choked voice.

"The deep-rooted hatred and tsunami-like pain have triggered unimaginable power, and the puppet fruit has awakened."

"I used this awakened power to leave the remaining souls of the villagers, and made living puppets according to their behavior in life."

"Dug out the hill, change the road and terrain, and bury the charred ruins. Then, on the other side of the hill, a brand new town and village will be built."

"It's as if nothing happened, still living an ordinary and peaceful life."

Logan scratched the back of his head and asked, "No one was found alive? Then what happened to Uncle Kinder and Amunda?"

The old woman stared at a certain place in the old city, and her dull eyes seemed to fall on someone beyond the distance limit.

"Jin De is my husband. I didn't find his body in the ruins. I instinctively thought he was killed in another place."

"However, I was wrong. Just a month after I returned to the island, he returned with the unconscious Amunda."

"On the day when the navy broke into the village, Jin De was gathering medicine in the forest on the other side of the island, and escaped a catastrophe. When he came back, the navy who searched unsuccessfully had already left."

"That month, he hid in the mountains to treat Amunda's wounds."

"It wasn't until he accidentally heard the sound of me building a town that he brought Amunda back."

Logan remembered what Amonda had said, and asked, "Then why did you imprison him?"

The old woman was silent for a moment, and said: "He disagrees with me using puppets to resurrect everyone, and he even wants to destroy Archimonde."

Logan was thoughtful, and the old woman imprisoned Kinder.

But locked himself in Archimonde's factory, in the dark, without seeing anyone, is this ashamed to see people, or is it atonement?

Logan didn't ask. He looked towards the old city and said, "Do you know about the disappearance cases in the past few months? The murderers seem to be your puppets."

"Didn't you think it would cause such chaos?"

Faced with Logan's question, the old woman shook her head and said: "They didn't do this before. My living puppets not only inherited the behavior patterns of those people in life, but also inherited part of their wisdom. They will restrain themselves, There will be no confusion."

Speaking of this, the old woman paused for a moment, and her tone became low: "However, in the past few months, my time limit is approaching, my consciousness is getting more and more chaotic, and my movements are getting slower and slower, so that I am bedridden."

"Those living puppets relying on my fruit ability, I can barely restrain them during the day, but at night, when I fall asleep due to the torture of old age, the living puppets lose their restraint."

Logan looked at Archimonde who was fighting fiercely with Ali in the distance, and asked in doubt: "I can feel that Archimonde is a little different from the puppets in the old city. Is he like what you said?"

"Do not."

The old woman shook her head, with a look of pride and relief on her face.

"Archimonde is different from ordinary living puppets."

"When I saw his corpse back then, I felt extremely angry in my heart. It was there that I awakened the strongest power of the puppet fruit."

"The ultimate doll created with strong emotions once in a lifetime."