One Piece: My Monster Girls Have Become Beasts?

Chapter 195 Major Event! The Lox Vault is Robbed

Chapter 195 Major Event! The Lox Vault is Robbed

Rocks' eyes no longer showed pupils or whites; instead, they were two blazing, dark red flames.

His right hand was tightly gripping a deformed piece of paper.

"Brian, Newgate, Skeeter, and Lingling, come here."

Rocks' voice was soft, yet it seemed to explode directly in the depths of everyone's mind.

Without hesitation, Brian flashed and instantly appeared ten meters in front of Rocks, which was the safe limit he could withstand from Rocks' unconscious domineering aura.

"Captain, what happened?"

Beside him appeared three figures, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, the white-bearded man, the golden lion, and the old woman, standing in a row, about ten meters away from Rocks. If they were any closer, they wouldn't be able to withstand the attack.

"Come with me."

As he spoke, Lockes walked directly to the back. Seeing this, Brian and the other three exchanged glances, made arrangements for their men, and then headed towards the castle where Lockes was.

The night on Beehive Island is ruled by an oppressive, deathly silence.

As a lawless zone in the New World, this place is usually filled with noise, the smell of rum, and the unbridled behavior of pirates—

A terrifying, maniacal laugh. But tonight, the entire island felt as if an invisible giant hand had gripped its throat.

In the corridor on the top floor of the castle, the torchlight danced wildly on the stone walls, stretching the passing shadows into grotesque, demonic shapes.

Brian walked to one side of the group, his deep eyes reflecting the uneasy atmosphere around him.

He could clearly feel the foundation beneath his feet trembling slightly; it was Rocks D. Giebeck's uncontrollable Conqueror's Haki exerting a comprehensive awe on this ancient castle.

Following behind him were some of the most notorious monsters on this sea.

Edward Newgate, at the peak of his life, the man known as "Whitebeard," slung his wide Murakumogi sword over his shoulder, the heavy clanging of metal echoing jarringly through the corridor with every step he took.

His expression was grave, because he knew Lox; the man wouldn't have gone this far unless something had crossed his bottom line.

On the other side, Shiki the Golden Lion appeared somewhat agitated. His feet were a few inches off the ground, floating in the air, his lion-mane-like golden hair billowing wildly behind him, and his two famous swords, Sakura-ju and Kuki, trembled slightly in their sheaths, as if yearning for blood.

"Damn it, what the hell happened?" Shiki spat, his voice tinged with annoyance. "They called us over but didn't say a word. I was just enjoying my red wine."

Charlotte Linlin walked along, letting out a series of eerie laughs that sent chills down her spine.

Her enormous body occupied almost half of the corridor, and she was frantically gnawing on the hind leg of an unknown sea creature, grease dripping from the corners of her thickly lipstick-covered mouth onto the expensive carpet.

"Ugh! Shiki, you're still so impatient. What's a little longer if there's treasure and sweets?"

Lingling's greedy eyes held a disturbing fervor. "However, if Rocks summoned us for some trivial matter, I wouldn't mind causing a ruckus in his castle."

Shiki and Linlin are always such "kings of verbal sparring," but if you actually let them face Rocks, they wouldn't dare say that.

Brian didn't respond; he simply silently felt the growing sense of oppression ahead.

Finally, the group arrived at the incredibly heavy sea stone gate.

On the gate, several twisted handprints were clearly imprinted, marks left by pure force.

The moment the door was pushed open, a suffocating pressure rushed towards you.

This is a vast treasure trove.

In the memories of the Golden Lion and the Whitebeard, Locus's treasury was always the most dazzling place on this sea, with mountains of gold coins, artworks from all over the world, and crowns left behind by countless destroyed nations.

But now, what they see before them is a scene of utter devastation.

The thick red carpet that had been laid on the ground was torn to shreds, and golden brocade was scattered all over the ground, like a beautyless rain shower. Expensive ivory carvings were trampled and broken, and countless famous paintings were scratched.

Most strikingly, the display cases that originally housed top-tier Devil Fruits and ancient treasures had all been reduced to piles of twisted scrap metal.

The air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood.

Lox stood with his back to the door, his tall and imposing figure silhouetted against the shadows.

He wasn't wearing his usual cloak; his muscular physique rippled in the dim firelight, and dark, armor-colored lines appeared on his skin—a sign of his overwhelming aura after losing control of his emotions.

At his feet lay several corpses, lying haphazardly. These corpses were dressed in uniform white uniforms, the standard attire of the CP organization, an intelligence agency directly under the World Government.

These ruthless killing machines, which once roamed the darkness, were now piled up like a heap of rotten flesh. Some had their necks snapped, some had their chests pierced through, and one was even forcibly stuffed into a small gold safe, his death extremely gruesome.

"Look around you."

Locke's voice finally rang out. It didn't sound like a human voice; it was more like the roar of churning magma deep underground—hoarse, muffled, yet carrying an undeniable destructive power.

He slowly turned around.

His face, already filled with hostility, was now contorted with extreme rage. His eyes were bloodshot, and within those deep pupils, one could almost see a burning sea.

"My most prized spoils of war were once kept here."

Lox pointed to the largest empty space in the very center, his fingertips trembling, but not from fear, but from an intensely aroused killing intent.

"That was a box of priceless Devil Fruits. One of them, I retrieved from the New World, from that sea known as 'Dragon's Nest,' after wiping out three entire naval fleets."

"Fish-Fish Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Azure Dragon Form. That's a power capable of changing the landscape of this ocean. I originally intended to use it to create a true monster at the most opportune moment."

His gaze shifted to another broken display stand.

"And that fleshy fruit, I snatched it from a fallen royal family, originally intending it as a reward for one of you. But now, they're all gone."

With each word Rocks uttered, the temperature inside the vault seemed to drop several degrees.

Now!