thefictionvixens Chapter 12 I am Kuroro, my hobbies are eating noodles and reading comics.
Chapter 12 I am Kuroro, my hobbies are eating noodles and reading comics.
Inside the pure white other-dimensional space,
"Slurp—slurp—"
A strange slurping sound came from inside the space.
At the table, Kuroro was enjoying a bowl of stinky yet fragrant snail rice noodles.
The ground was piled high with all sorts of junk food and snacks.
His eyes were also busy, staring intently at the latest comic book leaning against the water glass in front of him.
At this moment, his expression was finally no longer that expressionless face.
"That's more like it! That's what life should be like!"
Kuroro squinted his eyes and let out a satisfied burp.
This is Chrollo's secret base—the [Four-Dimensional Apartment], one of the 23 Nen abilities.
【Four-Dimensional Apartment (Emergency Release Series)】
[The user can create a four-story-high white geometric space with multiple rooms in another dimension. The user can set up a "door" on any flat surface they touch, which is used for entry and exit.]
The "door" that Kuroro set up on the Black Whale ship was on the mirror in his own room.
Although the original owner of this ability, Nobu, was weak-willed and of average strength, this ability was extremely powerful.
It can be an absolutely safe house for defense, and also a powerful tool for infiltration, combining offense and defense.
Therefore, when Chrollo was in the Hunter World, he manipulated the hunting of Nob and plundered this ability.
And now Kuroro is using this ability to... slurp noodles.
Here he can shed all pretenses and be himself for a period of time as he pleases.
He's not some profound, elegant, and absolutely rational leader; he's just Kuroro, a guy who wants to live freely in this world and has a strong anime/manga vibe.
But life always seemed to throw trouble at him.
Therefore, only by becoming the strongest and biggest can one truly enjoy freedom.
"Captain~ I'm coming in~"
Machi pushed open the door and entered.
Kuroro's ears twitched, and he vanished from the spot.
In the real world, inside the captain's cabin of the Black Whale.
Kuroro was already sitting calmly in the chair in front of the mirror.
He subtly wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingertip to make sure there was no oil residue before raising his calm, dark eyes to look at Machi as she entered through the door.
Please knock before entering next time.
His voice was calm and devoid of any emotion. "What is it, Machi?"
Machi sniffed suspiciously; why did the commander's room smell so pungent?
However, before she could think further, Machi resumed her professional demeanor and calmly reported in response to Kuroro's question:
"Commander, we've reached the island that the big winged guy mentioned."
"Oh, we've finally arrived." Kuroro looked on with great interest.
The ocean magnetic field in the world of One Piece is extremely chaotic, and ordinary compasses will completely fail. Therefore, only a special compass—a pure gold pointer—can be used here, along with a navigator, to determine direction in this sea.
With it, and by persuading Nami to join them, the Black Whale could truly sail perfectly on the high seas and complete its hunt step by step.
Kuroro turned to look at Machi with a puzzled expression.
Why do you look like that?
Machi's forehead veins were showing:
"Uvogin and those bastards went to town before you even gave the order, ostensibly to gather intelligence, but I think they've been cooped up on the ship for too long and just wanted to have some fun—I'm afraid they'll cause too much trouble."
Kuroro said calmly, "It's alright. Beasts that are always kept in cages will naturally want to go out and explore. They will find the force hidden on this island."
"Let's set off later too~"
Machi nodded and walked outside. Reaching the door, she turned back suspiciously.
"Commander, I smell something strange. Have you eaten anything?"
Kuroro replied expressionlessly:
"No, it's inevitable that the cabins of a ship will have a musty smell after sailing at sea for a long time. You're just smelling something wrong."
"All right......"
.........
After the crew members disembarked one after another,
Kuroro wrapped a bandage around his forehead to hide the cross tattoo, then disembarked from the ship wearing a sharp suit.
Kuroro regained his elegance after leaving the secret base.
He gazed at the enormous Black Whale behind him for a moment, then conjured a white rag the size of a tablecloth in his hand and tossed it into the sky to cover the Black Whale.
Then, an incredibly shocking scene unfolded.
The enormous ferry, as big as a small mountain, vanished into thin air.
This scene was all because of one of Chrollo's Nen abilities—
【Incredibly Convenient Giant Pocket (Conjuration Type)】
[It can conjure a white tablecloth. The tablecloth's size is fixed, but its interior is connected to a vast extradimensional storage space that can store any items covered by the tablecloth.]
The Nen ability of one of the Shadow Beasts, once the direct subordinate of the Ten Elders of the Hunter World, was also captured by Chrollo.
This ability is extremely convenient; how can a thief not have his own storage space?
Kuroro's [Incredible Convenience Pocket] has a terrifying internal space of 800m*800m, which is just enough to accommodate the Black Whale.
Having done all this, Kuroro strode towards the brightly lit town on the island.
The town is a typical island town, with the streets filled with the salty smell of the sea, the shouts of fishermen all around, and buildings resembling those from the world of One Piece lining the streets, all with their lights on.
Kuroro looked around.
The island was surprisingly peaceful and tranquil.
This is quite rare in the world of One Piece.
It's well known that coastal islands are frequently harassed by the navy and gangs, and coupled with the heavy taxes levied by the World Government, life on these islands is generally miserable. However, Kuroro saw smiles on the faces of these residents.
"The South China Sea is safe and secure... One year before Monkey D. Luffy officially sets sail."
Kuroro squinted, making a certain guess about where they were.
In the world of One Piece, the easiest way to quickly understand a completely unfamiliar place, besides violence, is... a tavern.
Kuroro's gaze locked onto the busiest-looking tavern with the biggest sign in the town center, and he pushed open the somewhat old wooden door.
The sweltering heat, mixed with the smells of beer, food, and sweat, hit us in the face.
The tavern was bustling with noise and almost every seat was taken.
He discreetly made his way through the noisy crowd and chose a relatively quiet corner seat near the window.
"...Have you heard? King Burdo has finally officially restored our Northern Peninsula to its status as a direct territory of the kingdom!" A burly man with a flushed face shouted, raising his wine glass.
"It should have been done a long time ago! If it weren't for that damned Beccelli colluding with the nobles, we wouldn't have suffered so many years of persecution and exploitation!" His companion angrily slammed his fist on the table.
"But... this also means that that damned, heavy heavenly tax that could crush your spine is going to fall on our heads again..." another person said in a low voice, his tone full of worry.
"Damn the World Government! Damn the Celestial Dragons..." An emotionally charged young man had barely uttered half a sentence when his companion covered his mouth in horror.
"Shh—! Are you fucking drunk?! How dare you shout something like that!" His companion turned pale and nervously looked around.
The young man sobered up considerably in an instant, realizing his slip of the tongue. He quickly scratched his head nervously and said sheepishly:
"Ah...yes, yes, I was drunk and talking nonsense, just ignore me..."
The enthusiastic atmosphere cooled down considerably in an instant.
After a moment of silence, the burly man sighed heavily, his tone filled with nostalgia and regret:
"If only Big Bear were still here..."
Hearing this, Kuroro picked up his glass, took a small sip, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.
As the conversation progressed, Kuroro finally confirmed his suspicions.
This is an island on the border of the Kingdom of Sorbe.
The hometown of the man known as the tyrant—Bartholomew the Great Bear.
Kuroro's gaze passed over the burly men and landed on a table at the far end of the tavern.
The table was piled high with empty plates from the meal, forming a small mountain.
Behind the hill,
A woman with bright red lipstick, wearing denim overalls, long straight pink hair, and a stunning figure.
He held a pistol leg in his left hand and a piece of cake in his right.
He was sitting on the table, eating heartily without any regard for his image.
Looking at that astonishing appetite and her signature long, straight pink hair, Kuroro smiled knowingly and murmured softly:
"So we've arrived on your territory."
"Joelie Bonney..."
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