The Strongest Lunarian in One Piece

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Footsteps echoed through the royal palace.

In a massive room, a towering figure—no less than six or seven meters tall and covered in bandages—lay on a hospital bed, receiving an IV infusion.

"Mamamama! Oka, how's your recovery going?"

Linlin, walking beside El, asked with a smile.

Cyril Oka.

Like Francis Bangi of the Longarm Tribe, he was one of the prisoners El had freed from Level 6 of Impel Down, the Eternal Hell.

But unlike the others, Oka belonged to an extremely rare and unique race—the Buccaneer Tribe.

His strength was exceptional, on par with Ian the Blood Warden, the former head of Impel Down.

Moreover, he was a pure hand-to-hand combat specialist.

Once a fearsome and infamous pirate, Oka had been personally subdued a decade ago by Admiral "Iron Claw" Hark and imprisoned in the depths of the great underwater prison.

Hark, a user of the Ancient Zoan Velociraptor Form, had already awakened his abilities, leading to a brutal and intense battle.

The encounter had left Oka's body covered in horrifying scars—so gruesome they could make anyone's scalp tingle.

"Chichichi~ Thanks to Dr. Kureha, I'm in the best shape I've ever been…"

The towering figure turned his head, revealing a scarred, terrifying face. Baring his teeth, he added, "Plus, with the Mythical Zoan ability you gave me, El, I believe it won't be long before I fully recover—and even surpass my prime!"

Oka exuded confidence. Once fully healed, his formidable Mythical Zoan abilities would allow him to surpass his former self.

If he were to face Admiral Iron Claw Hark again, he wasn't sure he would lose this time.

"After all, they went to great lengths to restrain someone as strong and powerful as you—a member of the Buccaneer Tribe," El remarked.

"They pierced your clavicles to cripple you and subjected you to years of brutal torture in the Eternal Hell, where your body was malnourished and constantly abused. It's remarkable you've survived until now…

One has to admit, the Buccaneer Tribe's constitution is truly extraordinary!"

Nef, who had accompanied them, stepped forward to examine Oka and said with a light chuckle, "Your recovery is astonishingly fast. You can probably stop the IV now and get up to stretch your legs!"

Under normal circumstances, a powerful individual would need at least a year or two to fully recover.

But the Buccaneer Tribe's unique physique, coupled with their extraordinary physical resilience, enabled a far faster recovery.

Even with the enhanced healing provided by his newly acquired Mythical Zoan ability, the process would have taken far longer without such a robust constitution.

"That's great! I've been itching to move!"

Cyril Oka grinned broadly, his excitement palpable.

Looking at the scars on his arms, his eyes gleamed with ferocity as he growled, "Too bad, El, you've already dealt with Iron Claw Hark. Otherwise, I'd love to tear that guy's head off myself!"

His disfigurement and suffering were entirely thanks to Admiral Iron Claw.

As an awakened user of an Ancient Zoan ability, Hark's razor-sharp, scythe-like claws combined with his terrifying speed had been overwhelming.

But Oka knew that back then, he had been too young and inexperienced.

Given more time, he was confident that Iron Claw Hark would not have been his match.

"Then why not hold onto that hatred and use it as fuel to grow stronger?"

El crossed his arms and spoke bluntly. "After all, whether it's the Lunarians, the Buccaneer Tribe, or the Three-Eye Tribe, all of us have been persecuted to the brink of extinction.

Even now, the surviving members of our unique races are relentlessly hunted.

The true culprits behind this are none other than the World Government and those so-called Celestial Dragons who see themselves as gods."

Cyril Oka, who had just turned 39 this year, was brimming with untapped potential.

Had he not been imprisoned in Impel Down, wasting ten precious years, his strength might already rival that of a Marine Admiral.

As a member of the Buccaneer Tribe, he shared a similar fate with the Lunarians, relentlessly persecuted and hunted by the World Government for being different.

When El extended his invitation, Cyril did not hesitate long before joining.

Had things turned out differently, Cyril, as a Buccaneer tribesman, would likely have become a test subject for the World Government's giantification experiments.

After all, the Buccaneer Tribe was rumored to possess the bloodline of giants.

However, they differed from half-giants, having lifespans comparable to regular humans.

Not only were they large and incredibly strong, but they also possessed a unique racial talent known only to their tribe.

For centuries, the World Government, obsessed with replicating the power of giants and perfecting its giantification experiments, would almost certainly have seen Cyril as a valuable "test subject."

"You're absolutely right. Those bastards in the World Government can never be forgiven!"

Cyril Oka clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as he growled, "If we, the remnants of these unique tribes, unite, we could strike terror into the hearts of those self-proclaimed gods!"

Now, armed with the rare powers of a Mythical Zoan ability, he was confident he could grow even stronger in a short time.

When the moment came, he intended to give the World Government a big surprise—and ensure a few Celestial Dragons wouldn't live to see the day.

"Guji~~~Guji~~~ So this is the fabled Buccaneer Tribe?"

Francis Bangi stroked his chin, his tone filled with curiosity.

Standing over three meters tall and boasting a massive build himself, Bangi had always considered himself quite imposing.

But compared to Cyril, who stood six or seven meters tall and exuded an intimidating aura like that of a small giant, Bangi suddenly felt dwarfed.

As he studied the scarred, beast-like figure before him, he couldn't help but marvel: "Your size is truly astonishing. Tell me, do you really have giant blood in you?

I never imagined someone like you was imprisoned in the Eternal Hell. I had no idea!"

"Whether or not the Buccaneer Tribe has the blood of giants, I can't say for sure…" Cyril Oka replied indifferently.

"But our people are generally large and far stronger than most."

Hiss—

As Nef removed his IV, Cyril couldn't wait to stand and stretch his limbs.

However, he immediately strained the wounds on his clavicles, hissing in pain and sucking in a sharp breath.

"Don't overdo it," Nef cautioned.

"Your wounds haven't fully healed yet."

"Mamamama, I might have a way to help you recover even faster!"

Linlin chuckled mischievously.

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