Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

Physical strength +0.04!

Feeling the subtle and almost imperceptible changes in his body, Darren's eyes burst into an unprecedented light!

His heart couldn't help but beat faster and faster!

It moved!

His physical strength, which had been stuck there for a long time, finally showed signs of loosening and rising again!

Although the increase of 0.04 was almost zero, it was a good start after all, wasn't it?

And that was just a trace of "breath" that Magellan accidentally exhaled. If he used all his strength to attack himself and corroded himself with high-concentration venom... the benefits of physical training would increase accordingly!

Breathing in the poisonous fog every moment,

Rolling and bathing in the deadly venom,

Even swallowing the toxins directly...

Once his mind was opened, Darren's eyes looking at Magellan suddenly became flickering, with some strange deep meaning.

Magellan, this socially anxious kid... is really a "treasure boy"!

And this is also a path for long-term development.

After all, Magellan's current strength is very weak, and the development of the Poison-Poison Fruit ability is very superficial and poor...

Under his own teaching, as his strength and the level of development of the Devil Fruit ability continue to improve, the poison he releases will become more and more threatening, and the effect of his "cultivation" will naturally increase.

Thinking of this, the smile on Darren's lips... gradually became perverted.

Sensing Darren's "unfriendly" expression and smile as if he wanted to swallow him in one bite, Magellan felt a chill on his back for some reason, and subconsciously shrank back.

Vice Admiral Darren's smile is so scary...

Noticing Magellan's little action, Darren immediately restrained the smile on his face and asked seriously:

"How about it, Magellan, are you willing?"

"Your situation is very special. I'm afraid other instructors are not competent to teach you."

"But I'm different. You just saw it... Your poison ability is indeed very strong, but the impact on me is quite limited."

While speaking, he quietly approached Magellan, his nostrils moved again, and a wisp of purple poison gas drifted into his body.

Magellan:...

"I can train you to be stronger. Maybe under my guidance, you can gradually control the side effects of your devil fruit ability and finally live like a normal person."

"--Really!?"

Magellan was a little indifferent when he heard "becoming stronger", but Darren's last sentence made his depressed eyes flash with a ray of hope.

"Instructor Darren, can I really live like a normal person?"

He stared at the specially-appointed instructor in front of him with expectation, and was so excited that he subconsciously grabbed the other's hand, and even forgot Darren's "weird" little movements and smile just now.

For Magellan at this moment, becoming stronger is not his biggest goal in the training camp... His biggest hope is that through the training camp and the guidance of the instructors, he can learn to control the side effects of the Poison Fruit and live a normal life.

He will not be disliked by his partners and comrades, and he will not accidentally poison his friends like in the past.

He cannot get close to others, cannot make friends, and even cannot realize such a simple hope of sitting at the same table with others to eat... This is an unbearable blow for a teenager of sixteen or seventeen years old.

Putting aside this terrifying appearance, Magellan is still a kid who longs for friendship and excitement, but he can only hide in the distance and watch other people of his age training, playing, and partying...

What a poor kid.

Darren couldn't help thinking.

"I dare not give you a promise, I can only say that I will do my best."

He pondered for a moment and smiled.

"Then I promise you, Teacher Darren!"

Magellan's face flushed with excitement, as if he had grabbed the last straw.

However, with such excitement, the hand that he was holding Darren's arm suddenly "melted" into liquid purple venom, corroding Darren's skin with a "sizzling" sound.

Darren's smile froze.

His face began to turn purple visibly, as if he was poisoned, and wisps of white smoke came out of his nostrils and ears.

"Ah!!"

Magellan turned pale with fear, and quickly stepped back, bowing and apologizing:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Darren!"

"I was too excited!"

"I'm really sorry!"

He saw Darren bangHe fell to the ground with a thud, and his body began to twitch uncontrollably. Suddenly, his soul was gone and his whole body was shaking.

"It's over... Teacher Darren is going to die again..."

He turned around anxiously, gritted his teeth, and ran to pick up the saber on the ground.

"I want to commit seppuku to apologize!"

With a firm look in his eyes, he stabbed his abdomen with a backhand knife!

"Wait..."

A hand suddenly pressed down the saber.

Magellan was stunned for a moment.

He looked up blankly.

The Vice Admiral with foam at the mouth suddenly grinned at him painfully, his face purple, and said in a trembling voice:

"I, I'm fine."

"No, don't stop... continue..."

? ? ?

Magellan was stunned.

Darren was spitting white foam and blood from his mouth, and purple and hideous veins were bulging on his forehead.

But his eyes were red, crazy and hot.

Physical +0.07! !

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Dusk fades away, night falls.

In the dark night sky, the stars are as bright as the Milky Way.

Marinford, the headquarters of the Navy.

A dormitory of the military academy.

The knife and fork are gently placed on the porcelain plate, and Vergo picks up a napkin with an elegant movement and gently wipes the oil stains on his mouth.

"So...Dover asked you to choose Borsalino as your instructor?"

A low and interesting voice suddenly sounded behind him.

The sudden voice made Vergo's pupils shrink.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the knife and fork in front of him, turned around and threw it out without even looking!

The air exploded with a sharp explosion.

The sharp knife and fork seemed to hit an invisible and intangible position, and it was suspended in the air.

"Good reaction, it seems that you have improved a lot, Vergo."

Hearing this increasingly familiar voice, Vergo's face changed slightly.

Starlight shone in from the window, and Darren's face with a sneer on it was looming in the silver light, and his figure gradually emerged in the darkness.

"You..."

When he saw the figure clearly, a trace of fear flashed in Virgo's eyes.

He gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment, and knelt on one knee on the ground.

"Godfather."

He lowered his head, and could not hear the tone of his voice.

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