Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Sharingan Awakens! [First Update]

[The second update is a bit late—I was out having fun with my wife.]

Ah!!

Daniel Coz let out a blood-curdling scream, his entire thigh and the organs along his chest were pierced through by the shot. Wild currents of electricity rampaged through him, filling his body with the scent of scorched flesh.

Shu Mingyuan's arm swung down from above, and the Thousand Birds Lightning Spear cleaved nearly half of Daniel Coz’s body vertically, exposing bone fragments, viscera, and mangled flesh in stark detail.

Despite such grievous wounds, Daniel Coz remained standing—his will worthy of the infamous reputation of the most evil pirates.

“Brat! I’ll kill you.” His eyes were bloodshot, his body trembling. He felt his strength ebbing away; suffering a mortal wound here in this frozen hell, survival was impossible. His only duty now was to drag Shu Mingyuan down with him.

His fist, shackled with Sea Prism Stone handcuffs, slammed down fiercely. Shu Mingyuan sidestepped, a mocking smile on his face, never ceasing his assault with the Thousand-Year Lightning Spear. With a flick of his wrist, the spear thrust forward—a ten-meter-long bolt of lightning, swifter than ever, pierced straight through Daniel Coz’s heart.

Daniel Coz, the notorious pirate with a bounty of 250 million berries, was dead.

Five thousand justice points gained—two thousand more to go!

Daniel Coz’s massive body collapsed, his eyes shifting from disbelief to venomous hatred. To think that after years of dominating the seas, he would be slain by an unknown youngster. If his abilities hadn’t been sealed, how could this have happened?

“You actually killed him!” said Hilton the Cannibal. This boy, though young, was ruthless beyond measure. Even after such a bloody killing, his expression remained utterly unmoved.

As if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

Shu Mingyuan shifted his gaze from Daniel Coz’s corpse to Hilton, mocking him.

“Isn’t it fitting for a pirate hunter to slay pirates? Those who commit evil deserve death, and you are no different.”

With that, the Thousand-Year Lightning Spear swept sideways, carving a deep furrow into the rigid wall with incredible speed, threatening to sever Hilton at the waist.

Bang!

Hilton’s small demon wings shuddered, his arms crossed defensively. The hardness of the Sea Prism Stone handcuffs withstood the lightning spear.

“Brat, what are you trying to do! Private fighting in prison is punishable by instant execution!” Hilton roared, his bravado masking fear.

“Heh.” Shu Mingyuan sneered. “Let them come, then.”

One strike followed another, cutting downward with relentless force, step by step forcing Hilton back into a corner.

Suddenly, Shu Mingyuan’s expression turned cold and his palm shifted from chopping to slicing. A massive head was severed and lifted high; Hilton’s confusion had yet to fade when he felt the world spin and saw his own headless corpse, blood erupting like a geyser.

Hilton the Cannibal, pirate with a bounty of 270 million berries, died decapitated.

Another 5,400 justice points acquired.

A hint of delight appeared on Shu Mingyuan’s face. He opened his mind to the system, found the Uchiha clan’s bloodline limit—the Sharingan—and pressed the exchange button impatiently.

“Congratulations, host! You have spent 25,000 justice points and successfully exchanged for the Sharingan. The system will activate Sharingan state for the host, lasting five seconds! 5, 4, 3, 2, 1—activation complete!”

Shu Mingyuan closed his eyes tightly, the system’s voice echoing in his mind. Though five seconds was brief, it felt as if he glimpsed strange fragments, as though he had lived through countless years, seeing a towering figure whose two offspring inherited his dual abilities.

One inherited his nearly immortal body; the other, his eternal ocular powers.

The vision broke off. A special chakra was generated in his brain, stimulating his nerves to develop and grow with precise rhythm. This mutation made him suddenly hypersensitive to everything around him—as if, once he opened his eyes, he could see through all things.

Former Rear Admiral of the Navy, Krost, watched the boy with tightly shut eyes and sensed a subtle change—a strange, indefinable aura emanating from him, suffocating and oppressive.

He looked at the two corpses lying in the cell—both once infamous pirates of the Grand Line. Without the intervention of Navy headquarters officers, capturing them would have been impossible.

But he was loyal to both the Navy and the pirates, his own cold-blooded nature unaffected by their deaths. So be it. His eyes narrowed, watching as the boy dispatched two men in a flash, wondering whether he might target him next.

But he possessed the Navy’s Six Styles, and this devilish youth, masked in innocence, had something to request of him, so he probably wouldn’t make a move—at least not yet.

The five seconds had long passed, the transformation of his eyes completed. Yet Shu Mingyuan kept his eyes closed, carefully experiencing the process. To truly possess the Sharingan, a power he had dreamed of in his previous life, still seemed like a fantasy, a gift bestowed by the supreme system within him.

He slowly opened his eyes. Krost sensed the boy’s pupils had grown deeper, mixed with an inexplicable new aura, yet he couldn’t pinpoint the exact change.

“Old man, I’ll ask you again. Teach me the Navy’s Six Styles, and I won’t kill you,” Shu Mingyuan said coldly.

“Haha, don’t kid yourself. It’s precisely because the Navy possesses these Six Styles that it can stand against the strongest pirates. Though I am now a pirate in disgrace, I will not betray the oath I swore to the Navy! I will never teach you the Six Styles! Even if you kill me, you’ll never get them.”

“You only rely on your own abilities to slaughter pirates who have lost theirs. What right do you have to be so arrogant? Every pirate imprisoned here once possessed skills far beyond yours.” Krost sneered. Such a person, relying on power to massacre others, was not worth speaking to.

“Oh? So you mean, if they still had their abilities, they could defeat me?”

Shu Mingyuan smiled slightly. Now that he had activated the Sharingan, he wasn’t sure what effects it would bring, but intuition told him this ocular technique—one of the greatest anomalies in the world of shinobi—would not be so simple.

Where before these pirates might have intimidated him, now he felt nothing.

“In that case, I’ll give you a chance to fight me. If you wish to kill me, you’d best hurry,” Shu Mingyuan said calmly. Lightning flashed, and Krost’s Sea Prism Stone handcuffs snapped apart at the seam.

In that instant, Shu Mingyuan’s pupils changed dramatically, turning from black to a demonic blood-red, with three black tomoe slowly revolving.

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