Solo Pirating - Chapter 79

Chapter 79

April 20th 1522
Alabasta

King Cobra sat in the grand dining hall of Alabasta, enjoying a quiet lunch. The room was filled with the soothing sounds of gentle conversation and the clinking of silverware. The sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the lavishly set table. Cobra, ever the gracious ruler, chatted amiably with his advisors, his eyes crinkling with genuine warmth.

He didn't notice the shadow tendril that subtly sliced a vial of poison into his plate. The dark substance mixed seamlessly with his food, invisible and deadly.

[Nefertari D. Cobra]

Class: Royalty

Job: King of Alabasta

A few minutes later, Cobra took another bite of his meal, still unaware of the lethal addition. Suddenly, his hand clutched his chest, his face contorting in pain. The advisors around him froze in shock, watching as their king's expression turned from confusion to agony.

"Your Majesty!" one of the advisors shouted, rushing to Cobra's side. But it was too late. Cobra's heart pounded erratically, his vision blurring as the poison took hold. He gasped for breath, his fingers gripping the edge of the table in a desperate attempt to stay upright.

The room descended into chaos as servants and guards swarmed around the king, their faces pale with fear. Cobra's body convulsed, his strength ebbing away with each passing second. He slumped in his chair, his eyes glazing over as the poison claimed its final, deadly toll. The warm glow of the dining hall suddenly felt cold and ominous, a silent witness to the cruel end of a beloved king.

Kill a bearer of the D : 0/1 → 1/1

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20th of April, 1522

Thriller Bark

Robin sat in the luxurious office, a place where the essence of desert royalty met the comforts of a lavish retreat. The room was designed as a versatile space for Moria, where he could work, dine, or relax with a book. Rich tapestries depicting ancient tales of adventure and opulence adorned the walls, their intricate designs woven with threads of gold and deep crimson. The light from ornate lanterns cast a warm, inviting glow, illuminating the plush cushions and low, inviting couches scattered around the room.

A massive desk carved from dark mahogany stood in the center, its polished surface gleaming under the soft light. Behind it, an antechamber housed Robin's own workspace, a smaller but equally luxurious desk surrounded by shelves filled with scrolls and books. Beyond that was her personal office, a refuge of calm and order. The air was thick with the scent of exotic spices and incense, adding to the room's enchanting atmosphere.

The room had another, more intimate function. Sometimes, Vivi or Isabella would visit Moria here, transforming the space into a private haven for their passionate encounters. Robin, often within earshot, had found herself unable to resist the allure of their fervent lovemaking. In the shadows, she had pleasured herself to their sounds, her own lonely desires finding a fleeting solace in their unguarded moments.

Tonight, the room was quiet, save for the rustle of parchment as Robin diligently answered letters. She had recently received calls from Bege and Nami, confirming the success of the attacks on Dressrosa and the defense of Thriller Bark. Yet, her thoughts often wandered back to the scenes of the Marineford War she had watched intently. Moria had orchestrated the broadcasts brilliantly, showcasing only the most dramatic and his heroic moments. The feed had highlighted the treachery of Doflamingo, the fall of King Riku in Dressrosa, and Moria’s triumphs against Whitebeard’s commanders, while omitting the more brutal and gory realities.

The rustling of shadows behind her broke her reverie. Already? Robin stood and moved to the main office, where Moria had just appeared in the chair behind his grand desk. He was not badly hurt, but blood and scratches marred his weary body. He quickly shifted into his smaller, more manageable form, better suited for the comfort of the room.

"Prince Moria," Robin saluted, her voice respectful yet soft.

Moria nodded, his demeanor a strange mix of exhaustion and energy, his eyes slightly distracted. "Give me the briefest report," he commanded, his tone urgent. "I have something pressing to attend to, but I need to know what happened."

Robin nodded, moving gracefully. Her tight black pencil skirt hugged her hips and ended just above her knees, paired with a sheer white blouse unbuttoned enough to reveal the delicate lace of her bra, accentuating her ample bosom. Her high heels clicked softly on the polished floor as she approached him, a perfect blend of professionalism and allure. Her shapely legs and statuesque presence were complemented by the sensual elegance of her outfit. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, framing her face and drawing attention to her striking eyes.

"The takeover of Dressrosa was a success," she began, her voice clear and steady. "Actually, in a strange twist of Fate, the Doflamingo Pirates were occupied with an attack on Thriller Bark, leaving the country vulnerable. Nami successfully fended off the attack, and even captured a few of them for experimentation. We have secured the SMILEs Factory, and the citizens are still processing the revelations about King Riku and Doflamingo. There should be no difficulties for a takeover by Viola. And, additionally, a few hours ago, King Cobra 'mysteriously' passed away. Vivi is in her room, mourning. Your and Vivi's coronation should be in a few days, following the mourning period. So…I will soon call you my King, Prince Moria."

Moria grunted in acknowledgment, leaning back in his chair and stretching, the movement causing his back to crack audibly. The war had taken a toll on him, both physically and mentally.

"Good," he muttered, his eyes drifting into the air before him. He often did this, and Robin suspected it had something to do with his devil fruit powers, though she could never be certain. He seemed to be watching something hidden from her view, perhaps shadows or unseen images.

Robin moved closer, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his vest and slipping it off his shoulders. As she did so, her blouse stretched taut across her chest, revealing more of her lacy undergarments. She moved with a practiced grace, each motion deliberate and sensual.

"Let me take care of you, you have many scratches, my Lord…" she murmured, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves.

She went to fetch a basin of water and soap, returning to his side with a gentle touch. As Moria stared distractedly at the unseen entities, Robin began to wash his torso. The water mixed with the blood and grime from the battlefield, and she carefully wiped it away, her touch both tender and thorough.

Her fingers brushed against his skin. She cleaned each wound meticulously, her hands moving with a blend of clinical precision and intimate care. Moria's eyes flickered with occasional glimmers of awareness, but he remained largely engrossed in whatever unseen vision held his attention. Robin worked in silence, the only sounds in the room the soft splash of water and the occasional grunt of pain or relief from Moria.

She dipped the cloth in the basin again, wringing it out before gently dabbing at a particularly nasty scratch on his chest. Her fingers lingered on his skin, her touch growing more confident. She bandaged his injuries with care, her focus entirely on tending to him.

As she finished, she looked at him with a mix of concern and longing. "Is there anything else you need, Moria?" she asked softly, her hands lingering on his shoulders.

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20th of April, 1522

Thriller Bark

Moria materialized in his office, the scents of incense and exotic spices a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood and sweat clinging to him. He barely acknowledged Robin's presence with a distracted nod, asking for a quick debrief, his thoughts racing ahead - what where his news skills going to be ? What would his new missions be ? Sinking into his grand mahogany chair, he felt the reassuring touch of Robin's hands as she began tending to his wounds. Her fingers, deft and gentle, traced his injuries. She moved with a sensual grace, her tight black skirt clinging to her curves, and the sheer white blouse hinting at the lace beneath. But, it wasn't the moment to think with his lower brain - and even if there was no notifications to read, he was tired, so tired…Moria's eyes flicked to the ethereal panel before him.

Main Quest : [Summit War - The Obsidian Night] - Completed !

Objectives :

Take part in the Summit War : 1/1

Kill a celestial dragons : 3/3

Kill a bearer of the D : 1/1

Kill three Whitebeard Pirates with a Fate of A or higher : 0/3

Kill three HQ Marines with a Fate of A or higher : 3/3

Unlocks 'Prince of the Abyss ' quests

Unlocks "Pombero's quests'

Secondary Quest 1- The Obsidian Night : [Mourning Night]

Absorb the Shadow of 'Pops' Whitebeard : 1/1

Secondary Quest 2  - The Obsidian Night : [Wedding Night]

Marry three princesses of Kingdoms of the World Government : 3/3

Hidden Quest - The Obsidian Night : [The Aura of a King]

Show your might to the World! : 3/3

All Quests have been Completed !

1. Have a Fate of at least SS: 1/1

2. Have a Potential of at least SS: 1/1

3. Main Quest : [The Summit War - The Obsidian Night] - 1/1

4. Secondary Quest 1 : [Mourning Night] - 1/1

4. Secondary Quest 2 : [Wedding Night] - 3/3

5. Hidden Quest - The Obsidian Night : [?] - 3/3

Congratulations

You are promoted to [Prince of the Abyss]

Unlocked 'Prince of the Abyss ' quests

Unlocked "Pombero's quests"

Ah! Finally! He let out a big, toothy, creepy smile.

A small laugh escaped his lips, the sound echoing eerily in the room. His mind was momentarily consumed by the satisfaction of his accomplishments, his eyes gleaming with a twisted glee. Robin's fingers moved gently across his chest, but he barely registered the sensation. He was too absorbed in his newfound status and the power it promised.

Your limit of Named Shadows increased by 2

6/6 → 6/8

Skill Upgrade!

[Shadow Exchange]

The Player is able to switch places with any of his summons.

Cooldown time: 3 hours → 1 hours

Skill Upgrade!

[Shadow Absorption]

The intelligence and autonomy of non-named Shadows have improved.

He thought it was too bad he had to absorb Whitebeard's shadow instead of raising him, as the mission demanded, a missed opportunity that lingered in his mind. He shivered slightly in pain as Robin disinfected a particularly large wound, her touch both soothing and stinging, before forcing his focus back to the notifications.

You gained two new class skills from you new class, [Prince of the Abyss]

[Shadow Portals]

The User can anchor two-way portals between different locations. Anyone with a Shadow Implemented through them, or within one of your Four Armies, can use these portals without your presence. Maximum number of portals: 4 two-way portals (8 doors).

[Eldritch Authority]

The User can access and navigate the mindscapes of individuals, using your shadow-based powers within their minds. This skill allows you to implement shadows within these mental landscapes, manipulating thoughts and emotions to your advantage.

Moria cackled with glee. "What incredible skills," he muttered, the sinister grin never leaving his face. His eyes locked onto Robin's, and instinctively, he delved into her Mindscape.

He found himself in a lush jungle, but it was unlike any forest he had ever seen. Enormous, ancient trees rose towards the sky, their roots entwined with the remnants of grand structures. The air was thick with the scent of vegetation and the distant echo of birdsong, but there was a palpable sense of loss and history. Crumbling stone walls, once part of majestic buildings, were now overrun with vines and moss. This was the ruins of Ohara, the island of scholars, unmistakable from the descriptions he had heard.

As he moved through the verdant undergrowth, the ruins of a great library came into view, its once-proud columns now toppled and broken. Among the debris, he saw a small clearing, partially hidden behind a large, gnarled tree. There, he spotted a young girl, frail and alone. She was Robin, as a child, her eyes heavy with exhaustion and sorrow. She clutched a book to her chest with a look of desperate determination, a silent testament to her enduring will.

The sight of her vulnerability stirred something within Moria, but he quickly shook it off. With a sinister smile, he summoned a Shadow Warrior, its dark form materializing silently beside him. The Warlord bowed its head in acknowledgment before melting into the shadows of the ruined jungle, ready to carry out Moria's will within Robin's mind.

Satisfied, Moria withdrew from the Mindscape, his eyes refocusing on the present. Robin was still tending to his wounds, unaware of the brief intrusion. He leaned back in his chair, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.