One Piece - Life Choice Ask Me to Kiss Marine Goddes Hina

"Another one dead? At this rate, all the slaves will be dead before we even return to the kingdom."

"Shh! Just do whatever I ask you to do. If you dare to talk about the nobles, you will die."

The two attendants communicated in low voices while entering the prison where the slaves were kept.

When they saw someone coming in, the slaves in the prison huddled in the corner, buried their heads in their knees, and did not dare to breathe.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

"It's your turn, come out."

One attendant unlocked the iron door and roughly dragged a man out from inside.

"No! My husband!"

A woman with dirty, long hair covering her face clung desperately to the attendant's trousers, like a madwoman, trying to stop them from taking the man away.

"Let go, you filthy woman!" the attendant shouted, slapping her hard across the face. The blow sent her stumbling back, and as she fell, the other attendant quickly dragged the man away.

A thick atmosphere of despair hung in the prison. 

No one felt relief for not being chosen—only dread that their turn would come next, with a fate perhaps worse than the man's.

"Sir, the slave is here," one attendant said as they dragged the man by his hair into a nearby room.

The attendants kept their heads low, avoiding the sight of what was inside the room. 

Beautiful women lay naked on soft fur carpets, while a variety of torture instruments stood ominously in the background.

A group of overweight, shirtless men sat around, holding women and drinking from glasses, with wet blood stains on the floor beneath them. 

If Lynch were there, he'd probably remark how the wealthy sure know how to indulge without worrying about getting sick.

"Hiccup~ Hopefully this toy is stronger than the last one. That one barely lasted a few games before dying—such a disappointment." 

Cold sweat dripped from the attendants' foreheads. "Sir, this one is definitely strong." 

"Good. Now that it's here, get out. Don't just stand there in the way." 

"Yes, sir." The two attendants quickly stepped back, relieved.

Prince William pushed the woman off him, dragged his bloated belly, and walked over to grab the numb man. He dragged him toward the torture device. 

"Who wants to play darts this time?" 

"Count me in." 

"I'll join too." 

Most of the nobles eagerly joined the game.

Their version of darts wasn't aimed at a target, but at people. A hit to the head earned 10 points, 6 points for the torso, and 3 for the limbs. If the dart hit the eyeball, the score was doubled. 

The man's limbs were tied to the torture device, and Prince William was the first to pick up the darts.

The palm-sized dart was sharpened to a deadly point, capable of piercing the skin and damaging internal organs. 

"Go!" 

Prince William threw the dart, hitting the man squarely in the cheek. 

The numb man trembled for a moment before falling still again.

"Hahaha, let's see how good I am! I'll bet five million beli!" Prince William laughed proudly.

"Awesome, worthy of being Prince William."

"Watch me!"

The nobles took bets and began throwing darts one after another. 

Before long, the man's body was covered in darts, making him look quite gruesome.

The man was already numb. His internal organs were penetrated but he didn't realize it. Now he only expected to die soon.

"In the first round, the Duke Moss scored 46 points, Prince William scored 40 points, and Archduke Oskcar scored 33 points..."

The maid pulled the dart out of the man's body and recorded the score.

If Lynch were here, he would immediately recognize the man's wounds—small, needle-like punctures covering his body. They were disturbingly similar to those he had seen on the little girl he rescued from the sea. 

There was no doubt in his mind now: she had been forced to endure the same horrifying fate, used as a living target in these twisted darts games.

While the nobles continued their cruel games, they were unaware that a Shinigami had infiltrated the cabin

The powerful observation haki activated, and in just a moment, Lynch understood what was happening inside the ship.

"Which lord are you serving?" 

"Who are you?" 

the patrolling guard replied, not recognizing Lynch and failing to see him as a threat.

No enemy at sea could bypass the external guards and get in, but they didn't realize that the guard outside was killed the moment he saw Lynch—so quickly that he didn't have time to raise the alarm. 

"To kill your people," Lynch said, too uninterested to waste words. He fired two shots, ending their lives. It was no loss to eliminate such lackeys.

"Ahem..." 

The speed was so swift that they didn't even feel pain at first. 

It wasn't until they tried to speak that they realized their throats had been pierced, and blood was bubbling out in large amounts.

The two of them fell to the ground, struggling like ducks with their throats cut, their eyes losing focus. 

Lynch moved deeper into the cabin, showing no mercy. 

He took down one person every ten steps, and with each step, his shoes filled with blood, leaving a crimson mark behind him.

The nobles were lost in their pleasures, unaware that the outside world had turned into a slaughterhouse. 

Their guards were falling one by one. 

In front of a room, Lynch paused and crushed the iron door lock with a slight push. 

As the door swung open, a strong smell of blood hit them.

"Who dares disturb this prince's pleasure?" one of the men in the room shouted angrily. 

The other man was tied to an iron bed, his arms and one leg had been sawed off, and blood pooled around him. 

His upper body was covered with centipede-like sutures.

The man on the bed looked near death, his pale face suggesting he might die at any moment. 

The other man, holding a bloody saw and wearing a twisted smile, turned toward the door with a violent glint in his eyes. 

Lynch stepped into the room, his shoes splashing through the blood on the floor.

"What the hell? Are you deaf? Didn't you hear my question?" 

"Which family do you serve? I'll have your eyes dug out!" 

He called for his attendants, but no one responded. Lynch's intense gaze made him uneasy.

"This group of useless trash! I'll kill them all sooner or later." 

With no attendants showing up, the eldest prince felt he had to act himself, confident that this lowly pariah wouldn't dare to resist.

"Pa!" 

Lynch seized the eldest prince's outstretched arm and, with a swift motion, crushed the bones in his arm. 

The prince's hand dropped to the ground.

"Ahhhhh!!!" 

The eldest prince clutched his broken arm, howling in agony as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. 

"Who are you!?"

TO BE CONTINUED

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