Linlin's greatsword was deflected. A flicker of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Mamamama! Interesting! Your Haki isn't bad, brat!"
Rhett shook out his wrist and sneered: "You're having an episode, so stop pretending to be normal..."
His pupils suddenly contracted. Defeating Charlotte Linlin had almost become an obsession for Rhett. He hadn't gone all out against Rayleigh or Whitebeard, but Big Mom was different.
She was special to him.
On the battlefield, the blood mist was constantly replenishing Rhett's stamina. In this state, Rhett was truly the strongest on the seas.
"Mist God Style: Dragon's Bite!"
The Black Tide Greatsword stirred the blood mist, condensing it into dozens of ferocious dragon shadows that lunged at Charlotte Linlin from all directions.
"What the hell?!" Linlin roared in fury, unleashing her Conqueror's Haki in an attempt to scatter the blood threads, but the mist dragons bit fiercely into her skin!
"Useless," Rhett's voice said coldly.
Linlin suddenly felt a sharp pain—those blood dragons had actually broken through her skin and were absorbing her life force!
"Looking for death!" She bellowed, her other hand grabbing toward Rhett's face.
A terrifying wave of pressure erupted, attempting to directly drain Rhett's lifespan—
However, Rhett just tilted his head: "Sorry..."
His body suddenly turned to mist, making her ability unable to target him. The blood dragons tightened around her!
"What?!" Linlin was shocked to find that her ability had failed!
Rhett's figure materialized behind her, same spot, same angle, the Black Tide Greatsword thrusting straight at her back: "Aren't you going to explode now, old friend?"
"Stab!"
The tip of the sword pierced Linlin's back. The blood that seeped out was immediately swallowed and absorbed by the blood mist.
Linlin spun around in fury, her greatsword sweeping, but Rhett had already withdrawn, leaving only a whisper:
"Victory is mine. So easy... Welcome to your nightmare."
Rhett suddenly plunged the Black Tide Greatsword into the ground—
"Mist God Style: Final Scene: Blood Prison Scroll!"
In an instant, the blood mist engulfed Linlin like a tsunami!
Her vision twisted violently. The last thing she heard was Rhett's demonic whisper:
"Now... it's my turn."
It could be said that from the moment this technique, the Blood Prison Scroll, was completed, the power dynamic had already shifted.
You say you have an iron balloon body? This technique was specifically designed for you.
Rhett's creation, overseen by Whitebeard, acknowledged by two Emperors. For authentic goods, come to the official Pirate King flagship store.
Against this "mentally ill" Charlotte Linlin, Rhett couldn't have asked for a better technique.
It could be said that the moment Linlin was wounded, she had already lost her last hope in this battle.
Because Rhett knew everything about Charlotte Linlin.
Linlin found herself standing in a massive banquet hall. In the blood-red sky, a pair of enormous scarlet eyes stared down at her. The long table was laden with exquisite desserts—cream cakes, chocolate fountains, crème brûlée... the aroma so rich it was almost suffocating.
"Mamamama!" She cackled, grabbing a piece of cake and shoving it into her mouth. But in the next second, the sweet cream turned into rotting blood on her tongue.
"Blergh—!" She vomited violently, only to see that all the desserts on the entire table had transformed into putrid flesh.
"Tasty, Linlin?" a childish voice sounded.
Linlin spun around and saw a young Mother Carmel standing not far away, holding a beating heart in her hands.
"This is your favorite dessert," the nun said with a smile, offering her the heart. "Eat it, and you'll gain power."
Linlin's pupils contracted violently. She roared and swung her sword at the nun: "Get lost! You're not the nun!"
The nun's figure dissipated like smoke, but in the next second, blood began seeping from the walls of the entire banquet hall. Countless pale little hands reached out from the pools of blood, grabbing her ankles.
"Mother... why did you abandon us?"
Rhett sat on his throne of mist. In this state, he was practically sucking on dozens or hundreds of straws. He could transform however he wanted now.
Fight? Destroy? Those were just a flick of the fingers. Rhett didn't care one bit about stamina consumption at this point.
That's right, Rhett had forgotten his humble beginnings.
The scene suddenly shifted. Linlin, still barely maintaining her sanity, found herself standing in the ruins of Whole Cake Island.
Blood-colored samurai were ravaging her Totto Land. Totto Land was disappearing, dissolving before her very eyes.
The blood-colored samurai weren't destroying Totto Land as a place—they were slowly, bit by bit, destroying Charlotte Linlin's dream.
The sky remained dark red. Amid the ruins of charred candy houses, her children lay sprawled on the ground—Katakuri impaled through the chest by his own mochi, Smoothie's giant sword stuck in Cracker's body, Perospero's syrup凝固成 blood clots...
"No... this can't be!" Linlin staggered backward, Napoleon clattering to the ground.
"Mother, you've finally come," Brulee crawled out of the shadows, her mirror shattered, half her body burned. "We've been waiting for you so long... Come keep us company, won't you?"
"Shut up!" Linlin punched Brulee's head to pieces, but more of her children crawled out of the ruins, covered in blood, tears streaming from their eyes.
"Why... didn't you protect us?"
Linlin's Conqueror's Haki erupted wildly, but it couldn't disperse these blood-mist specters.
Even if Big Mom's iron balloon body had powerful defenses, these blood-mist specters could only leave the shallowest of wounds on her.
But the sheer number was overwhelming. And once you start bleeding,
that was enough for the mist to enter Big Mom's body. Unlike Whitebeard, who maintained a clear mind throughout battle,
Big Mom was particularly susceptible—especially to an illusion Rhett had specially woven for her.
Her ears began to echo with piercing, shrill laughter—her own laughter from when she was young, mocking her current incompetence.
The blood moon suddenly twisted. Linlin found herself back at the orphanage in Elbaf.
This time, she stood on a barren, scorched wasteland. The air was thick with a suffocating sweetness.
A violent cramp suddenly struck her stomach, as if countless hands were tearing at her insides.
"Hungry... so hungry..."
"No... impossible!" Her consciousness returned in a daze, and she roared, "I am BIG MOM! How could I possibly..."
But the hunger was real.
In the distance came the sound of children's laughter.
Linlin looked up sharply and saw her younger self—the little girl still named "Charlotte Linlin"—happily running toward Mother Carmel, holding a bright red strawberry cake.
"Nun! Nun! Look, I found cake!"
The nun smiled as she took the cake, but in the next second—
"Smack!"
The cake was slammed to the ground, cream splattering across little Linlin's face.
"Worthless," the nun's voice said, cold as ice. "You can't even protect a piece of cake. What use are you?"
Adult Linlin's pupils contracted violently.
"No... that's not how it was..." She trembled, stepping backward. "The nun was... the nun was so good to me..."
But the floodgates of memory had been forcibly pried open by the blood mist.
"Really, Charlotte Linlin?" Rhett's voice echoed through the mist.
She remembered the children who had disappeared from the orphanage.
She remembered the look of fear on the nun's face every time she went berserk.
She remembered that snowy night—when she went into a rampage due to her food cravings, and the taste of blood lingering on her lips when she woke up...
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH—!!!"
Linlin dropped to her knees, clutching her head, her fingernails digging deep into her scalp. The dual torment of hunger and memory completely shattered her sanity.
The moment she had devoured the nun.
The moment she had gained the Soul-Soul Fruit.
All the self-deceiving lies came crumbling down at that instant.
Let me attack your weakest points,
What Big Mom cares about is无非 her dream of Totto Land, the nun from her childhood, and maybe a little bit of mother-child bond (did having too many children dilute her maternal instincts?).
Hehehe, whatever you want to see, I've got it all.