One Piece: Pirate King? I just want to kill all of you-Chapter 46 – What Do You Think Life Is?!

Will was momentarily stunned by the Celestial Dragon's outrageous words.

Then, with a look of utter disbelief, he asked,

"You're telling me this now?!"

He truly couldn't fathom how this man had the nerve to say something so absurd.

Did this bloated, pig-faced Celestial Dragon really have no fear of death?

Seeing that Will didn't drop to his knees in gratitude, as he had clearly expected, Saint Charlos's expression turned sour.

His face darkened, and he growled in humiliation and rage:

"Damn insect! I gave you a chance and you dare not cherish it!"

Abruptly, he reached behind him and held out his hand. One of his servants instinctively passed him a Den Den Mushi.

Looking at the closed-eyed Den Den Mushi in his palm, Charlos let out a sinister chuckle.

"Heh heh heh heh... You know what this is, don't you?"

"All I have to do is contact Marine Headquarters, and they'll dispatch an admiral immediately."

"Once that happens, you're dead meat!"

Will raised an eyebrow and replied coolly,

"Oh? That powerful? How terrifying."

Charlos, steeped in arrogance, failed to catch the sarcasm in Will's tone. He genuinely thought Will was starting to cave.

Smirking smugly, he sneered:

"Heh heh heh heh, scared now, aren't you? You filthy little—"

But before he could finish, Will vanished in an instant.

Soru!

In the next heartbeat, Will reappeared right in front of the Celestial Dragon and launched a casual, devastating strike directly at his transparent headpiece.

BAM!!

Charlos was sent flying, tumbling through the air before crashing to the ground and rolling several times, finally skidding to a stop in front of the group of slaves.

His pristine white robes were now dirtied and wrinkled.

The Den Den Mushi he'd been holding clattered to the ground nearby.

The servants standing in front of Will gasped, their jaws dropping in shock—as if their chins were about to hit the floor.

"Y-You actually struck a Celestial Dragon?!"

One of the servants charged up to him, pointing and yelling in disbelief.

Will's eyes turned ice-cold.

Without a word, he swung his arm in a wide arc and smashed his fist across the man's face.

The force of the blow caused the servant's head to spin several times like a top, twisting his neck into a grotesque corkscrew.

His body froze, face now twisted behind him, still locked in an angry expression.

The other servants clasped their hands over their mouths in horror, eyes wide with fear.

And then—Charlos, who had been sent flying moments earlier, staggered to his feet once more.

He glanced at his headpiece, now bearing a faint crack, and let out a wild laugh of relief:

"Hahahaha! This thing isn't as fragile as your resin bubbles!"

"With your strength, there's no way you're breaking my specially-made protective helmet!"

"Oh?" Will turned to him, eyes glittering with intrigue.

"Is that so? Then let me give it another shot."

Charlos flinched at the response, panic flashing across his face. He quickly pulled a golden pistol from within his robe and aimed it at a nearby female slave.

"Stay back! One more step and I shoot her dead!"

Before Will could even respond, a male slave nearby suddenly charged forward with a roar.

BANG!!

Reflexively, Charlos turned his gun and fired.

The bullet tore through the male slave's calf. He collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony.

Seeing this, Charlos burst into crazed laughter:

"HAHAHAHA! Hilarious! Absolutely hilarious! You disgusting insects!"

Will could no longer comprehend the Celestial Dragon's concept of life.

His voice turned cold:

"What's so funny? What's so entertaining? What the hell do you think life is?!"

Charlos paused, genuinely confused, and replied in astonishment:

"Life? These things count as life?"

"They're just lowly trash!"

"I killed a bunch of them back when I was eight!"

Will's expression hardened. He asked again, voice sharp:

"You're saying... you've been killing people for fun since you were a child?"

Charlos looked at him like he was the crazy one.

"People? You think these things are people?"

He pointed his gun at a nearby slave.

"They're slaves! Just a dime a dozen in this world!"

"Killing them for fun? HAHAHA! You think I need a reason to kill slaves?"

Then, his laughter stopped.

His expression twisted into something cruel and grotesque as he lowered his voice and growled:

"My father always told me—"

'Son, don't worry about it. For trash like slaves, kill as many as you want.'

'Because you are a noble Celestial Dragon—the most exalted being in this world!'"

The surrounding slaves stood frozen in place, their faces blank with terror. Mouths agape, pupils shaking violently.

Will, meanwhile, had returned to calm.

His voice was flat as he asked:

"So then—how many slaves have you killed?"

Charlos tilted his head back proudly and cackled:

"Heh. You want to know how many?"

"How ridiculous. That's like asking if you remember how many pieces of meat you've eaten in your life."

Will's eyes narrowed. His face remained expressionless.

"I see."

By this point, he had pieced together the logic behind the Celestial Dragon's thinking.

In their eyes, everyone else in the world wasn't even considered human.

Which meant they treated slaves—and even ordinary people—as objects to be used, discarded, or killed at will, according to their whims.

And now that he fully understood...

To Will, this revolting creature standing before him held no value whatsoever.

Without warning, he vanished again.

In the blink of an eye—under Charlos's terrified gaze—Will reappeared and threw a crushing punch straight at his head.

BOOM!!

Saint Charlos flew through the air like a rag doll, his golden pistol flying from his hand.

CRACK!!

He crashed to the ground once more, struggling to get up—but this time, his helmet gave a sharp creak before—

BOOM!!

—it shattered completely into pieces.

"AAAHHH!! My helmet!!"

Charlos clutched his face in horror, gasping down cold air as he shrieked, ignoring the shards that had sliced open his face.

"You—You made me breathe the same air as you filthy peasants?! You'll pay for this!"

But Will was long past being fazed by the mad ravings of a Celestial Dragon.

He said nothing, simply advancing step by step.

He wanted Charlos to feel it—

The terror. The despair. The agony.

Death would come.

But not quickly.

A swift punch would be too good for trash like him.

--

Support me & read more advance & fast update Chapter on my patreon:

pat reon .com/yuuwand