Achieving Nothing, I Can Only Be the Pirate King-Chapter 624 - 372: Burn It

The massive fat head, with its wide-open mouth, triggered ancient memories within Sage in that instant.

On that day, humanity finally recalled the fear of once being dominated...

"Galaxy Impact!"

Boom!

The giant head was blasted open with a massive hole, reaching deep into the recesses.

Sage kept his fist in the position of the strike, with black and red lightning flickering around.

Yet, right after delivering the punch, he clicked his tongue because the hole opened by the blast began to heal as the fat squirmed and fused back together.

The grotesque face seemed unscathed, and after healing, it restored its original ugly features.

"So painful, so painful... but also so delicious!"

Ferngard put on a pained expression, suddenly opened his mouth, and indefatigably bit down again.

"Can it withstand Conqueror’s Haki? No... the flesh is too thick, so it didn’t actually deal a blow?"

Supreme King’s Entanglement also requires close-range attacks to reach the person, and with such thick fat that Sage couldn’t even see where the boundary was, it was evident the real body wasn’t in front of him.

Not only Conqueror’s Haki, but his Secret Hole Strike was the same; while it had power, it wasn’t diminished in the least, but it was just a pile of useless fat, and blasting it wouldn’t cause any damage.

This thing... it’s like a physical nemesis.

Sage’s arm trembled, his cape fluttered, exploding into a burst of Wind Blades, which cut that biting face into segments upon impact, falling to the ground as a lump of gooey, limp substance.

However, even though the head was sliced, the larger mountain of fat surged once again, forming the shape of a head.

It hadn’t changed in the slightest.

"I am the King, and my orders are absolute. Now I command, let me eat you!"

After failing to eat twice, the fat mountain stirred vehemently, visibly agitated, with the head accumulating another layer of fat, becoming larger, and even the opened mouth widened as it descended from above Sage, trying to swallow him whole.

Whish!

With the whistling sound, the erupting Wind Blades became even sharper, cutting the huge face into segments before pushing forward to tear apart the flowing fat.

Taking advantage of the Wind Blades tearing open the fat, Sage shouted, "Let me see what you really are!"

"Hey, what is that thing, is it really King Ferngard?"

The sudden outbreak of battle prompted the chefs and Grace to quickly evade to the side; just as they were about to retreat further, Grace pulled over a chef, and couldn’t help but ask.

"Indeed, it is His Majesty Ferngard."

The elderly chef who was pulled along glanced at Grace, and his previously wary eyes softened instantly as he sighed and said:

"You must be Grace. I’ve seen you; several times you’ve been blocked from entering the Royal Palace. I’ve also occasionally heard what you’re doing... sorry, we also are powerless."

"As for His Majesty Ferngard, he was fine before the succession, but completely changed afterwards..."

When the old king was around, the Cloud Mountain Kingdom was flourishing with numerous people, food, and chefs, amassing considerable wealth.

Ferngard’s behavior was still normal back then, merely having high standards for food and being gluttonous.

But once the old king passed away and the new king took over, he changed immediately.

The unending hunger and greed erupted, reacting instantly to the ruling class under the influence of power.

Ferngard wanted more money, more food; everything valuable was traded away by him to obtain higher-grade ingredients to satisfy his appetite.

The elderly chef, once the head chef, initially thought that Ferngard was just somewhat gluttonous, but later realized that it had far surpassed mere gluttony.

Because he was an Ability User...

Ferngard ate the Fat-Fat Fruit becoming a man of fat, able to manipulate all the fat within his body, and this ability allowed him to store food as fat without obstruction, even achieving zero digestion.

And he himself, being a real foodie, indulged and became obsessed with gourmet food over prolonged periods of eating.

How much he ate, he could digest, and how much he ate, he could control, leading to burgeoning greed.

Initially, he sold the valuable items in the Royal Palace for money, and with greed growing, he began what was called the Chef Competition advised by the newly joined Herod, driving out the remaining chefs from the kingdom.

Initially, the old chef turned a blind eye, besides the king’s order and the fact that he was no longer the head chef, the most critical reason was that they were not yet banned from cooking.

Though serving the Royal Palace, they would also accept invitations from wealthy individuals for cooking services, earning substantial fees.

But later, with taxes on cooking, taxes on ingredients, all kinds of taxes, reaching a point where people’s cooking tools were confiscated, Cloud Mountain Kingdom was deprived of fire. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The old chef was too late to stop it.

The entire nation had already reached a point of helplessness; the Cloud Mountain Kingdom, ruled diligently for thirty years by the old king, dwindled to a destitute nation where thousands starved to death yearly in just three years...

"All of Ferngard’s money was spent on high-grade ingredients without any left, and his greed grew larger. As a king, who should love his people like his children, I’ve always feared the day he would want to know what people taste like..."

The old chef sighed and pushed Grace away, "Run quickly, the king is mad; no one can stop him now!"

Hiss!

The Wind Blade sliced and shredded another blob of fat, letting it fall to the ground.

At this point, the area around had become shiny with oil, small pools collecting.

Sage stopped the Wind Blade attack, looking at the endlessly accumulating fat heaps.

The Wind Blade attack worked, but the issue remained the same: too thick, and the so-called ’real body’ was nowhere to be found.

Sage’s Observation is Foreseeing the Future, not X-ray Vision; this ’man’ was right in front of him, and there was no question of strong versus weak.

The fat was just a part of him, an entirety.

It wasn’t healing but an immense amount of fat constantly surging from back to front, replacing the previous position.

The attack wasn’t being restored, but the volume made it seem like an infinite attack capability.

This also made it difficult for Sage to determine where the real body was; primarily, he found it gross and didn’t want to delve deeper.

Who in their right mind would run into a pile of fat, especially human fat...

"Forget it."

As he stopped the Wind Blade, the heap of fat lifted a large face again, lunging at Sage.

Bam!

Sage casually waved his hand, releasing an Externalized Haki impact that blasted the fat heap away.

Then, he reached his hand out to Grace, "Give me your chemical bomb; oil burns easily with fire."