[Pirate] I! Orochimaru! I will never split! Chapter 254

Orochimaru pursed his lips tightly, his face so gloomy it looked like water could drip from it, and impatiently hung up the phone.

He squinted at the Marines, who were surrounding Franky like a tide, and a burst of anger flared up in his heart.

“Hmph, Doflamingo’s mouth is filthy, why would Tra-guy call me on a Den Den Mushi!”

Look at these Marines, all lined up in formation. In Orochimaru’s eyes, they were like a swarm of annoying mosquitoes, buzzing in his ears, impossible to get rid of.

If they had the ability, they should investigate themselves and arrest them directly. What’s the point of picking up scraps? Don’t they know it will affect his plans?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Orochimaru was too lazy to bother with them. He still had to go to the factory to collect his treasures.

Immediately, an ominous aura surged around him. “Hiss—” Accompanied by a strange sound, he transformed into a giant python in the blink of an eye, its scales gleaming with a cold metallic luster.

Without a word, Orochimaru violently swung his thick tail. With a “boom,” like a cannonball being fired, it slammed into the Marine Vice Admiral wearing a horned mask with thunderous force.

Vice Admiral Bastille had no time to react. His entire body was sent flying like a rag doll, knocking over a large group of Marines behind him.

Orochimaru hissed angrily, flicking his tongue, and muttered, “None of Akainu’s subordinates are any good, always getting in the way! So what if I lost some items? Why are they so slow about it?”

After venting, Orochimaru maintained his half-snake form and slithered quickly into the factory with a dark expression.

The swimsuit-clad gatekeepers had already been scared pale by Orochimaru’s snake body, and trembling, they quickly opened the large gate.

Orochimaru flashed past like a ghost, and with a “bang,” he closed the gate again. The gate-keeping ladies collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath.

Then their faces turned a mysterious blush. The half-snake Great God Orochimaru was still so beautiful… though the giant python was a bit scary.

In the dim corner of the factory, Franky and Senior Pink huddled together like two startled quails, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, shaking like sieves.

Gone was their tough-guy demeanor from before.

Franky’s face was as pale as paper, his teeth chattering, and he mumbled in horror,

“Who is this guy? Why did he provoke him again for no reason? He really is a man!”

Senior Pink was even more terrified, his face ashen and sickly, and he stammered,

“I think… it shouldn’t be… Young Master, right…? Are we… still fighting…?”

“Fight… there has to be a result. Don’t mind him, Orochimaru has his limits. It’s just that I don’t know who the unlucky one will be.”

Franky felt even more subtle in his heart. Where did Orochimaru’s bad temper of taking out his anger on others when he got angry come from?

He secretly grumbled to himself, even feeling a bit “grateful” to the Marines who surrounded them.

(At this moment, Garp, who was on the ship snatching Sengoku’s senbei into his mouth, casually scratched his ear, completely unaware that someone was thinking about him: “Huh? Did someone call me?”)

Orochimaru’s face was as cold as frost as he moved freely through the underground laboratory. Everywhere he went, any object that caught his eye was mercilessly taken into his possession.

The “clinking” of bottles and jars and the “rustling” of objects being moved were exceptionally clear in the silent space.

Before long, the entire laboratory was thoroughly ransacked by him, looking like a plundered ruin.

After the search, Orochimaru snorted coldly. He had originally planned to leave something for Doffy, but Orochimaru suddenly felt that it would be better to leave a Usopp’s fart instead.

He looked with satisfaction at the factory, now just an empty shell. It would be his soon.

As he thought, he followed the hidden underground passage towards the underground factory for artificial Devil Fruits.

If Senior Pink knew that Orochimaru had only left him an empty shell, he would be very speechless. What was the point of him fighting to the death to guard the gate here? Was it just to guard a lonely gate?

Orochimaru silently entered the underground factory. It was eerily quiet here. The sight of Donquixote Family members bustling about had vanished without a trace.

Only a few Tontattas, responsible for guarding the gate, were cautiously and curiously peering from the corner.

Since Orochimaru drastically reformed the operation of the SMILE factory over a year ago, only the Tontattas remained as guards in the vast underground space.

To Orochimaru, these simple and innocent little guys were simply too easy to deceive and exploit.

Violent coercion was a method only trash would use; what he wanted was willing cooperation.

As soon as Orochimaru stepped in, the sharp-eyed Tontatta guards instantly let out joyful screams. Their small faces beamed with excitement as they chattered and rushed towards Orochimaru, throwing themselves into his arms.

One of the Tontattas looked up with a flushed little face and asked expectantly,

“Lord Orochimaru, did you come specially to see us? We also worked super hard today!”

As the large gate slowly opened to both sides, a “creak-creak” echoed in the silence.

A warm current, carrying a sweet and comforting scent, wafted over, as if instantly transporting one from the cold reality into a dreamlike fairy tale realm.

The entire underground factory had a pleasant temperature, like the gentle caress of a spring sun on the skin.

The Tontattas, like diligent little elves, were busily working in various areas in an orderly fashion.

Some were tiptoeing to carry materials larger than their own bodies, some were meticulously carving with tiny tools, and others were carefully recording data.

On the workbenches beside them were all sorts of tempting snacks and fresh, succulent fruits.

Colorful candies sparkled like jewels, and plump, juicy fruits emitted an enticing aroma.

The Tontattas had clear divisions of labor and worked together seamlessly. Their serious and focused demeanor made one momentarily feel that what they were laboring on was not a forbidden fruit production site,

but rather the sacred and beautiful apple orchard in the Garden of Eden, where every fruit carried sweetness and hope.

As soon as Orochimaru stepped into this area, he was discovered by the enthusiastic Tontattas.

“Lord Orochimaru is here!” A shout instantly ignited the entire scene. The Tontattas, who were previously busy with their own tasks, swarmed towards him from all directions, cheering like bees drawn to honey.

A few of the faster ones jumped to Orochimaru’s feet, looking up with flushed little faces, their eyes filled with anticipation and reverence.

“Lord Orochimaru, you’re finally here! We’ve missed you so much! We worked super hard today too!”

Some other Tontattas quickly climbed onto Orochimaru’s legs and hugged him tightly, as if afraid he would disappear the next second.

“Lord, look, we’ve kept this place perfectly organized! Please praise me!”

Looking at these Tontattas who gazed at him with admiration, Orochimaru revealed a gentle smile. He felt that Wano Country should also have such adorable creatures.