"Aola, your ability involves toxins and requires precise control."
"But you've only just been born, so your mastery of this ability is still unrefined. Moreover, you still need training in the Six Styles and Haki."
"Feixue, you'll be responsible for teaching her. With your incredible Dragon Scales defense, you're perfectly suited to help test Viola's venom penetration and strength."
"Mia, as a fellow Snake-Snake Fruit user, you might share some common ground in utilizing certain physical structures."
"From now on, the three of you should communicate frequently and sharpen each other's skills. I believe this will yield excellent results."
After Brian finished speaking, the three women reacted differently.
"As you command, Master."
Mia's voice was low as she elegantly yet imposingly "swam" closer, her massive dark golden serpent tail undulating.
Her gaze toward Viola carried a hint of scrutiny. Being fellow "snakes," she could sense the danger emanating from Viola—a danger more focused on "venom" and different from her own.
Golden vertical pupils met Aola's yellow vertical pupils. Though both possessed the Snake-Snake Fruit, Ancient Zoan type, their auras were completely distinct.
The concept of like repelling like was vividly embodied between them.
"No problem, Master."
Feixue beat her wings slightly to adjust her position, looking down at Aola from above as she calmly responded.
A flicker of interest passed through her dragon eyes. Testing defense? She had full confidence in her Dragon Scales.
Her jade-like Dragon Wings folded slightly. Her draconic arrogance made her instinctively look down upon this newborn companion with "venom"—an ability she considered somewhat "underhanded."
But she revealed little, merely observing calmly.
Aola licked her purple lips, her single eye's vertical pupil sweeping over Mia's serpent tail and Feixue's Dragon Wings as she chuckled hoarsely.
"That sounds interesting, Sister Mia, Sister Feixue."
She deliberately emphasized the word "sister," her tone unmistakably provocative.
The three women exchanged glances, hostility evident among them.
Medusa's serpent tail tightened almost imperceptibly for a moment.
Feixue slightly raised her chin.
In the laboratory, with Aola's addition, the already delicate balance of competition among the Beast Girls seemed to have gained a new, highly toxic counterweight.
Looking at the three uniquely powerful yet equally formidable Beast Girls before him, Brian understood that this kind of healthy competition was one of the driving forces pushing them to grow stronger.
He just wondered—under the Kiss of the Poison Lizard, whose defenses would prove superior: Lamia's ancient serpent body or Feixue's proud Dragon Scales?
The days ahead certainly wouldn't be boring.
Crack~
Crack~
After Aola, new cracking sounds emerged.
——
Inside the culture dish, a rather peculiarly shaped Devil Fruit was rapidly dissolving, transforming into streams of energy that infused into the clone.
This fruit was rather large in size, with a mottled black-and-white pattern on its skin resembling fur—coarse yet tough. Its overall shape was like that of a curled-up, round creature, exuding an ancient and steady aura.
This was precisely the Zoan Type, Bear-Bear Fruit, Ancient Type, Panda Form.
According to limited records, the ancient panda was known as the "Iron-Eating Beast," possessing terrifying bite force and defensive capabilities that belied its simple and honest appearance. It was a powerful creature active in ancient times.
As a transmigrator, Brian actually felt more affection for this fruit.
After all, it was the national treasure of his previous life's country—endearingly clumsy and utterly adorable.
As the energy flow was injected, the clone's body began to emit a deep, restrained black-and-white glow.
This halo slowly spread, enveloping the entire clone. The nutrient solution in the cultivation tank seemed to thicken, bearing this ancient power like the earth itself.
The atmosphere in the laboratory grew somewhat heavy.
Unlike the overbearing presence of the flying dragon, the sinister chill of the venomous lizard, or the ancient pressure of Lamia, this new member radiated a pure, primal sense of "power" and "solidity."
Feixue raised an eyebrow; her draconic senses allowed her to perceive the explosive potential hidden beneath this seemingly gentle power.
Mia coiled her serpent tail tighter—an instinctive reaction to a presence of equal strength.
Aola subconsciously moved farther away from the cultivation tank. Her toxins would likely be greatly diminished against such earth-like, solid defense.
Time passed quickly, and dramatic changes occurred within minutes.
In the cultivation tank bearing the Panda Fruit, the black-and-white glow had now receded, as if fully absorbed into every inch of the clone's skin and every cell.
Fine cracks began to appear on the glass walls of the cultivation tank. These cracks weren't explosive but spread evenly, as if under immense pressure.
Crack——
Crack——
The sound was dull and persistent.
Finally, the cultivation tank was slowly "squeezed" open from the inside, like an eggshell being burst apart, with fragments collapsing inward.
Thick nutrient solution flowed out, and a rounded figure slowly sat up.
At first glance, this newly born Beast Girl gave a strong impression of being "chubby and round."
She stood about 1.6 meters tall, but her figure was plump and full, with fleshy limbs that appeared soft and fluffy, exuding a peculiar sense of cuteness.
Her overall skin tone was fair, but exposed areas like her ears, around her eyes, arms, and legs were covered in thick, distinctly bordered black fur, forming the classic panda color scheme.
Her hair was pure white and short, flowing loosely behind her.
Atop her head were a pair of round, fluffy black bear ears that occasionally twitched slightly.
Her eyes were large and round, with pupils as pure black as obsidian, yet her gaze carried a natural, seemingly drowsy laziness and bewilderment.
She wore an Eastern-style cheongsam, primarily in white and blue.
The collar, cuffs, and pant legs were edged in black, complementing her own fur color.
Most striking was her figure beneath the cheongsam—curvaceous and well-proportioned, with a pair of prominent assets seemingly ready to burst forth.
She sat up, seeming to take a moment to focus her vision before slowly raising her plump bear paw.
She examined it before her eyes, then pinched her own soft, fluffy cheek, wearing an expression of "Who am I? Where am I?" confusion.
"Zoan Type: Cat-Cat Fruit, Ancient Type: Panda Beast Girl—"
She spoke slowly, her voice soft and sticky with a hint of morning hoarseness.
"I greet my master."
"Haa~"
After speaking, she couldn't help but let out another small yawn, even squeezing out some physiological tears from the corners of her eyes.
Brian looked at this Beast Girl, whose appearance contrasted so greatly with his expectations of an "ancient ferocious beast," feeling both amused and exasperated.
But he had to admit—this truly struck right at his heart's soft spot.
So cute~