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"Should I say… as expected of Roger? Or am I just too weak…?"
Alucard frowned slightly as he looked at the summoned figure of Gol D. Roger standing before him, drawn from the depths of his River of Death.
His River worked like this: the instant he drank someone's blood, their body and soul were dragged into the current—imprisoned, trapped in an eternal hell of screams.
Each time Alucard died, one of those imprisoned souls would die in his place.
To truly kill him, every single being in the River had to be destroyed. And even then—it wasn't enough to merely wound him. You had to crush his heart, or he'd recover from anything, even the loss of his head.
On top of that, he could absorb every memory, skill, and scrap of knowledge from anyone whose blood he drank.
But Roger's soul… was gone.
Alucard thought back and understood why.
At the execution, the other Marine executioner—Rool—had stood beside him. Neither blade had been poisoned. All they'd done was drive their weapons into Roger's abdomen.
For someone of Roger's caliber, such wounds were far from fatal. And yet, Roger had died instantly.
Alucard hadn't questioned it at first. But now, thinking back—Roger's soul must have left his body before death could reach it.
Normally, if Alucard drank someone's blood within seven days of their death, their soul would be drawn into the River. But Roger's soul had vanished first.
There was another possibility—Alucard was simply too weak to contain a soul as powerful as Roger's. But back on Earth, that had never happened to him before. Not once. Even in the three hundred people he had consumed in this world so far, he'd never failed to capture a soul.
Perhaps… they'd just been too weak.
Still, he had not come away empty-handed.
First—Roger's body.
Without question, it was one of the strongest physical vessels in the world. Even without using Haki, it was formidable—maybe not at its absolute peak without the soul, but still far from ordinary.
Second—he had inherited the methods for using Observation, Armament, and Conqueror's Haki. The Pirate King's battle instincts. And fragments—pitifully small, but still there—of Roger's lingering soul.
These were burned so deeply into the body's fibers that even the soul's absence couldn't erase them.
No, Alucard hadn't instantly gained mastery over the greatest Haki in the world… but given time to train, he would one day surpass even Roger's level.
After all—he already had the method. And Alucard… was immortal.
He'd studied his own life-span carefully. If he absorbed a healthy thirty-year-old with the potential to live to one hundred, he'd gain seventy years. At the end of those seventy years, that soul would die in his place.
Time was meaningless to him. No death. No age. The No-Life King.
Even so—
"I should make the most of my time. I didn't come to this world just to hide in the shadows—I need to see the story unfold."
There were many events he didn't care about, but the Marineford War—that, he had to witness.
Whether or not he'd take part in it… that would depend on his mood.
As for Roger's battle instincts—Roger had never relied on formal techniques. His fighting style was pure instinct. Instinct so overwhelming it defied logic.
And so, Alucard stayed in his room, lying on the bed, combing through the tiny fragments of Roger's remaining memories, searching for anything useful.
He swore this was the first time he had ever studied someone's memories in such detail.
The night passed quietly.
A new day began.
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