Shanks gasped, his breathing suddenly becoming heavy.
In the past, what he feared most was his body being weakened by the bloodline curse, his mind gradually losing reason under the torment of mental afflictions.
Eventually becoming like that beastly figure, reduced to a monster knowing only slaughter.
But now, he suddenly had the confidence to completely cure his afflictions, to live well, and even better!
Shanks' blue eyes shone brightly, as if flames were burning deep within.
The heart that had cooled for years in his chest seemed to be refilled with magma, pumping madly.
Blood surged through his veins, carrying hopes of revenge and extreme excitement, washing over every nerve.
He gritted his teeth, suddenly clenching his fists tightly.
"Hiss—"
Due to using too much force, he instantly pulled the unhealed gunshot wound on his chest and abdomen.
