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Suddenly gaining the most powerful Healing ability from the Naruto world, Anos found himself overwhelmed by what he had become.

He had seen the anime of Naruto & he knows how powerful this ability is, but experiencing it firsthand was entirely different. His body was a furnace of strength, with energy surging through every fibre of his being.

At times, he wondered what he would ultimately become. Would he be the king he had long strived to be, or something far greater? Something far more dangerous?

He gazed down at his hands. They no longer felt like his own, alien almost, yet undeniably powerful. His body's self-healing ability was unlike anything he had ever imagined.

Cuts and bruises that would normally leave scars healed in moments, the flesh knitting itself back together as if time itself had reversed.

The wounds, which had looked fatal just moments ago, were sealing before his eyes, skin regrowing and muscles rejoining at an astonishing speed.

There was no denying the wonder of his newly acquired abilities, yet Anos couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment from it all.

The body, this machine of pure power, was something beyond human now. Was it still his? Could he still control this monstrous strength? That question lingered in the back of his mind.

In other aspects of his newfound form, especially in terms of physical strength, he felt almost godlike. There seemed to be no end to the boundless energy within him.

He could run for days, fight for weeks, and not be tired. A mere flex of his muscles could snap steel, and with every step, the ground seemed to quake beneath his feet.

Anos grinned slightly, though there was a hint of unease in his eyes.

He was more than a king. Now, he was something closer to a living weapon.

But even these immense physical powers came with a price. The use of his spatial abilities drained his mental strength, pushing his mind to its limits.

Every time he teleported, his consciousness strained, and though he had mastered space-jumping to a remarkable degree, he knew there was a limit.

Anos wasn't invincible, not yet. However, even without fully honing his abilities, he already sensed that his strength, even in its current state, might be enough to make him force to reckon with.

And then there was Olvia.

Olvia Omoro, a man so sure of his victory minutes earlier, now stood frozen in disbelief. His mouth opened and closed as if trying to form words, but no sound came out.

How was it possible that Anos, who had been battered and bloodied just moments before, was now standing tall, full of life?

Olvia's mind raced, trying to make sense of what had just occurred. Was this some sort of trick? Or was Anos truly this powerful?

He didn't know how to comprehend the sight before him, and the shock was written all over his face.

Just moments ago, Olvia had been confident, determined that he and his allies would triumph.

He had stood with the certainty of someone who had never known defeat, someone who had always been able to manipulate events to his advantage.

But now, Olvia couldn't help but step back, his earlier confidence evaporating like mist in the sun. Fear, creeping and undeniable, began to take root in his chest.

Anos, sensing the shift in Olvia's demeanour, smirked, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of his victory.

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"It seems that this matter is settled," he said in a voice that carried both finality and satisfaction. "Thank you for the lesson you taught me today."

Without waiting for a response, Anos vanished, disappearing in an instant as if he had never been there at all. His mastery over space-jumping had reached a frightening level.

Now, as long as it was within a limited range, no walls or barriers could stop him.

He could go anywhere, anytime, in the blink of an eye. This was his dominion, and in this world, he was untouchable.

Olvia, still reeling from the sudden shift in events, stood in disbelief. His mind raced, trying to understand how he had been bested so thoroughly.

Anos had not only defeated him physically but had also broken his spirit.

Olvia had never felt so powerless, so outmatched. The fight had left him drained, both mentally and physically.

Every muscle in his body ached from the effort, and his once fierce fighting spirit was now a mere flicker of its former self.

As Anos reappeared behind Olvia, the old man could barely react. In one swift motion, Anos punched him squarely in the chest, his fists coated in Armament Haki.

The Impact was so powerful that it sent Olvia flying across the battlefield, crashing into the edge of the now-vanishing spatial barrier.

Meanwhile, Kova, who had been a symbol of arrogance and superiority moments earlier, found himself dominated by an overwhelming sense of fear.

The once-proud CP Division now looked like nothing more than a pack of beaten dogs.

They had been utterly humiliated, and Kova's pride had been shattered along with any hope of victory.

Anos, however, had no intention of killing them outright. Instead, he smiled, a gesture that was both mocking and ominous, before dismissing the spatial barrier that had trapped them. He had other plans for them.

The moment the barrier disappeared, Kova tried to make his escape. Panic coursed through him, overriding any rational thought. His mind screamed at him to run, to get away before it was too late. But Daiki had anticipated his move.

In a flash, Daiki closed the distance between them, his speed unmatched. Before Kova could take more than a step, Daiki delivered a swift kick, sending him sprawling on the ground. Without hesitation, Daiki pulled a restraining ring from his belt and secured it around Kova's wrists.

Though Kova's strength likely exceeded Daiki's, the man was in no state to fight back. The fear and confusion had robbed him of his will, and Daiki subdued him effortlessly.

After restraining Kova, Daiki hurried to Anos's side. His voice was filled with concern as he asked, "How are you, Your Majesty?"

He had seen the extent of Anos's injuries earlier, and while his king now stood as though unharmed, the tattered state of his clothing was a testament to the ferocity of the battle.

Anos merely smiled, his expression calm and unreadable. "Do you think I'm in trouble?"

Daiki hesitated, stunned by the question. He wasn't sure how to respond, so he remained silent, watching Anos curiously.

"Take these three into custody," Anos ordered. "Interrogate them about the World Government. I want to know more. And if they refuse to talk, just let me know. We'll use the Devil Fruit if necessary."

He didn't place much hope in these prisoners. Three of the six who had come were already dead, leaving only these three, one of whom was gravely injured.

Yet, Anos was thorough. He would wring every drop of information from them.

Daiki nodded and set to work, but as he searched Olivia's unconscious body, he found something unusual: a golden Den Den Mushi. Intrigued, Daiki inspected it, his curiosity piqued.

Before he could experiment with it, Anos appeared at his side, snatching the device from his hands with lightning speed.

"Daiki, don't press this thing carelessly," Anos warned, his tone stern yet patient. "Do you know what this is?"

Daiki furrowed his brow in confusion. "Isn't it just a Den Den Mushi, Your Majesty?"

"It is, but not just any Den Den Mushi.

It's called Marine's Buster Call, This one can summon the ten warships and ten vice admirals, all descending on our location. Press it, and they'll know exactly where we are, launching a devastating attack on our royal city."

Daiki's eyes widened in horror, cold sweat forming on his brow. He had never encountered such a powerful device before, and now, understanding its true function, he realized the gravity of the situation.

As Daiki processed this information, Anos turned his attention to the fruits that had mysteriously transformed.

Two of them had changed, each bearing intricate patterns that hinted at immense power.

One fruit, pale yellow with circular textures, caught Anos's eye immediately. This was no ordinary Devil Fruit. It was the Psychic Devil Fruit, capable of mental attacks, something that could even affect Anos himself if wielded by the right person.

Anos studied the fruit, his expression growing more serious with each second. This was a weapon, a tool that could shift the balance of power in the world. If given to the wrong person, it could be catastrophic.

But if placed in The hands of someone trustworthy, it could dominate the seas and even challenge the Four Emperors.

His thoughts turned inward. This psychic power was invisible and intangible, making it one of the most dangerous abilities in existence. How could one defend against it when there was no way to see or sense it?

The more he thought about it, the more Anos realized that sparing Olvia and his allies might have been a mistake. He would need to reconsider how to deal with them in the future.

He had learned his lesson…

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