Bartolomeo, carrying that coffin, returned to the original hot spring inn with a look of resentment.
"Barto... when you have time, find someone to help me wipe that model, and also check if there are any problems. Install the missing parts that the boss mentioned..."
Orochimaru chugged the cheese milk tea that his subordinate obsequiously brought him, his background almost blooming with flowers. Indeed, a life of being served easily breeds corruption.
This subordinate was the owner of the hot spring, and also a fan of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had a very distinctive appearance... his hair looked like Instant noodles standing upright (ramen noodles standing up).
Bartolomeo's mouth twitched as he looked at the various models of jeppo that the boss had "gifted" in the coffin.
Indeed, he should do it himself. He couldn't let such things pollute Senior Orochimaru's eyes.
Bartolomeo carefully wiped it clean, as it was Senior Orochimaru's request after all. Then he looked resentfully at roger's model. This model's physique was much larger than Senior Orochimaru's.
Wuwuwu... It doesn't deserve Senior Orochimaru at all! What former Pirate King, he doesn't deserve to be compared with Senior Orochimaru!!!
Barto, with tears in his eyes, replaced the model's jeppo with the smallest one. This was his last stubborn act. He hoped Senior Orochimaru would realize how "useless" this model was!
Then, he even took the liberty of dressing the model in a set of clothes. He hoped these clothes would never come off... Wuwuwu... his Senior Orochimaru...
Orochimaru threw that model to Barto and didn't bother with it anymore. He was enjoying a rare relaxation at the hot spring inn, waiting for news of Roger's tomb.
As expected, it didn't take even a day for Roger's corpse to be carried over by a group of fanatical fans...
"Senior Orochimaru... how should this corpse be handled! Let me do it for you, don't dirty your hands."
Orochimaru watched the nervous Bartolomeo, and a rare smile actually appeared on his stern face. He then tossed a scroll to him.
"No need to be too troublesome. Just break off a piece casually, then place it on this scroll, in the exact center of the pattern.
Also, find someone to bring over the previous roger's model."
As Orochimaru spoke, he picked up a twig and began drawing on the ground.
"You, carrying the coffin, place the coffin in the center of the pattern. Be careful not to step on the pattern I drew."
After the items were properly placed, everyone left, and Orochimaru collected Roger's Mukuro... Since it had been dug up, it couldn't be wasted.
Orochimaru gestured for Bartolomeo to place the scroll in front of the pattern, then he slowly walked over.
He swiftly formed hand seals: Boar, Dog, Rooster, Monkey, Ram.
Then he slammed his hands onto the ground, muttering softly,
"Impure World Reincarnation Technique!"
In Bartolomeo's eyes, as Orochimaru's hands slapped the ground, the pattern on the ground suddenly spread and enveloped the coffin. Countless paper talismans were about to wrap around the model, but as if suddenly finding it unappetizing, they retreated.
A blue, flame-like substance followed the receding paper talismans and entered the model.
Orochimaru slowly stood up, his eyes gleaming with uncontrollable excitement. Since the soul could enter smoothly, this meant that this experiment was already halfway successful. Now, only the last crucial step remained... As long as the soul was successfully awakened, Roger could be fully resurrected.
A kunai appeared in Orochimaru's hand at some point. With a slight flick of his wrist, the kunai shot like lightning directly into the brain of roger's model.
By inserting this kunai, it was equivalent to placing a shackle on Roger. Even if he was as strong as the Pirate King, there would be no fear of him not obeying orders... After all, for such a powerful existence, precautions had to be taken.
Sure enough, not long after, a surging wave of Conqueror's Haki erupted without warning.
This power, like a raging tsunami, instantly swept across the entire space.
Bartolomeo was utterly powerless. His body uncontrollably fell backward onto the ground, his face turning ashen. Large beads of sweat continuously rolled down his forehead, and his heart was filled with terror.
What... what kind of terrifying power is this?
Under the shroud of this powerful Haki, the originally still roger's model slowly opened its eyes like a real person. Its gaze was deep and sharp, as if it could see through everything.
"Loguetown?" A deep voice came from the model's mouth, a voice that seemed to carry endless majesty.
"Boy... did you wake me up? Is this resurrection? Hmph, yet you even try to control my thoughts?
Is this the power of a Devil Fruit?
You... an evil feeling... no... very pure, indifferent to good or evil... Interesting, interesting."
Roger's gaze, as if substantial, scrutinized Orochimaru. His miraculous ability to hear the voice of all things allowed him to easily see through Orochimaru's true nature hidden beneath the surface.
"What era is it now? What is your purpose in resurrecting me?" Roger's deep voice echoed in the air, carrying an undeniable authority.
Orochimaru yawned lazily, looking at the former Pirate King with indifference, and slowly said, "Nothing special. I resurrected you just to ask you if you want to be resurrected."
"Huh???" Roger looked bewildered, as if he had heard the most absurd statement in the world. He stared at Orochimaru with wide eyes, "Do you even hear what you're saying?"
"What do you mean... resurrect me... and ask me if I want to be resurrected... haven't I already been resurrected by you?" Roger's face was full of disbelief.
"So, I'm asking you now, do you agree to my resurrecting you?" Orochimaru tilted his head, looking innocent.
Roger's mouth couldn't help but twitch. "But you've already resurrected me! And you didn't get my permission before!"
"That's right... So, aren't I asking for your opinion now? Just answer." Orochimaru said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Roger only felt a headache coming on, muttering inwardly: Is there something wrong with this kid's brain? Forget it, I'll just treat him as a child.
"Then I agree... So, what's the matter?"
"Oh... nothing major. It's just that your son has been captured... I plan to go rescue him... And, I also plan to use you in the upcoming war."
As Orochimaru spoke, he took out a newspaper from his bosom, about to hand it to Roger, when he suddenly realized he hadn't removed the action restriction on him. So, with a flick of his hand, he lifted the restriction.
Roger, having regained his ability to move, first stretched his somewhat stiff joints, then reached out and took the newspaper. When his gaze fell on the photo in the newspaper, his fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly. He excitedly caressed the photo with his fingers.
"Ace... This is Ace... my and Rouge's son..."
A moment later, the excited Roger quickly regained his composure. He raised his head, his sharp gaze fixed on Orochimaru.
"Then who are you? Why would you take such a great risk to save Ace, even going so far as to resurrect me?"
"I am Ace's younger brother."
Roger heard this sentence... his pupils widened in shock... then his expression became a little wronged, and a little relieved.
"Is that so... has Rouge remarried... that's good too... good... as long as she's happy... happy... Wuwuwu Rouge..."
No, is there something wrong with this Pirate King...
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