Judge asked the envoy two questions:
The first question: Could you survive?
The second question: Could the Aden Kingdom survive?
The mass-produced clone soldiers had not received systematic political training, so they lacked the corresponding political acumen and naturally couldn't understand Judge's unspoken meaning.
But the envoy was clearly different.
He understood Judge's intention.
As one of the most feared mercenary legions on this sea, Germa 66 required a corresponding price to be paid for them to retreat.
The answers to those two questions were the so-called "price."
First, the first question.
Could you survive?
This "you" naturally referred to the envoy himself.
The full text of this question should be:
To make Germa 66's war legions retreat, could the envoy himself bear the price of doing so, and could he leave Germa Kingdom's territory alive?
Judge Vinsmoke gave the envoy the opportunity to answer this first question.
The envoy wanted to prove to Judge that he had the ability to dissuade Germa 66 and leave Germa Kingdom unharmed and safe!
...
Swish!
Judge drew the heavy gun from the ground, infusing it with the power of lightning. Golden lightning crackled along the gun's body.
Unlike the blue-green lightning in nature, this was a terrifying ultimate weapon forged by the power of science.
"Science" created "nature," transforming the lightning that originally belonged to nature into golden lightning!
If Enel, the user of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, were here, he might also be greatly astonished by the so-called "science" of the Blue Sea.
In the face of Judge's scientific power, humans had already mastered the ability to control lightning!
Destructive power was poured into the heavy gun by Judge.
He swung his lightning-infused heavy gun, aimed at the envoy's head, and smashed down with a roar!
Boom!
That was no longer the sound of a heavy gun cutting through the air, but the roar of a giant pendulum swinging through the sky!
Under the reinforcement of lightning, Judge's single attack was already this terrifying.
And facing the lightning-heavy gun that struck fear into the very depths of one's heart, the envoy gave a wry smile with a hint of helplessness.
His weapon, made of wood... seemed insufficient?
It was precisely for this rather childish reason that the envoy raised his right arm and placed it in the path of the falling lightning-heavy gun.
Boom!
Another roar, and the lightning-heavy gun directly hit the envoy's right arm.
At that moment, the lightning on the gun, along with its fearsome force, rapidly coursed through the envoy's body.
Leaving aside the lightning, which was powerful enough to kill instantly, the sheer force with which Judge swung the heavy gun was enough to split a small hill in two!
But no one expected what happened after that heavy gun fell—
The envoy blocked the destructive lightning-heavy gun with just his right forearm!
And his expression remained unchanged, still smiling politely.
...
"How... how is this possible?"
"Why can't Master's attack hurt him!"
Seeing this, the surrounding clone soldiers began to murmur.
"Devil Fruit user? But he clearly didn't use any Devil Fruit abilities just now. Was he too proud to?"
"Even if he is a Devil Fruit user, he shouldn't be completely unharmed by lightning of that caliber!"
They were in a state of extreme shock, unable to believe their eyes.
...
At this moment, even Vinsmoke Judge himself began to feel puzzled by the scene before him.
Unnatural speed;
Astonishing precision;
No Armament or Observation Haki;
Extremely mutated Conqueror's Haki;
And now...
He took my heavy gun with his bare body, and was directly hit by lightning yet remained unharmed!
Even now, lightning was still continuously flowing from the heavy gun into the envoy's body.
The envoy, who should have turned into a charred husk, seemed as if nothing had happened!
It was for this reason that Judge, who had studied "science" his entire life, asked an extremely precise question:
"What exactly... are you?"
The envoy had been patient the entire time.
He smiled and slowly replied, "I am an envoy, from the Four Seas Alliance."
"I'm asking what you are!"
Judge's roar echoed in everyone's ears.
He had never seen such a "thing" before, and more importantly, when facing this "thing," he felt a hint of "fear" rising within him!
That was an emotion Judge rarely experienced, and he detested that feeling.
Therefore, he desperately needed to eliminate the "unknown" in his heart.
Judge increased the force in his hand again, and roared at the envoy, "What kind of 'thing' are you!"
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, the envoy paused, "You were asking about that?"
The envoy flicked his right arm, grabbed the barrel of the lightning-heavy gun with his right hand, and forcefully diverted its momentum, causing the gun to smash directly into the ground.
Crack!
The lightning spread across the ground, and several clone soldiers who were closer were instantly stunned, their legs going numb.
This scene was enough to prove how intense the lightning the envoy had endured was!
Judge missed his shot and his gaze returned to the envoy.
He truly needed a satisfactory answer regarding the mystery of the envoy, and he needed it urgently!
The envoy bowed again, as if he had to be very solemn to answer this question.
He first asked Judge a question:
"Do you know about creatures called 'butterflies'?"
Judge nodded but said nothing.
After all, he could tell that this was merely the envoy asking and answering his own question.
"Butterflies are very magical creatures."
The envoy gestured, "If a butterfly flaps its wings somewhere in the South Blue, theoretically, through countless coincidences, chance, inevitability, and other elements, it could cause a great storm in the East Blue."
"And 'my' existence is similar."
Judge vaguely felt he understood the envoy's meaning and sneered,
"You mean, you are the 'butterfly'? You are going to cause a 'storm'?"
It was a boastful statement, but given the abilities the envoy had displayed so far, he indeed had the capacity.
However, the envoy shook his head and denied it:
"No, I am not the 'butterfly'."
He continued, "I am the 'storm'."
"Hmm?"
This time, it was Judge who was a bit confused, "You are the 'storm'? Then who is the 'butterfly' that created you?"
"Ryan Rowan."
The envoy slowly replied:
"A little while ago, Ryan Rowan unleashed a small sandstorm in Alabasta."
"And I—am that 'sandstorm'..."
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