The air in Thriller Bark didn't just vibrate; it groaned under the weight of a 'System-Inversion'. Amine stood at the base of a crumbling stone tower, his Golden Stylus glowing with a violet intensity that was beginning to sear the skin of his palm. His HUD was a chaotic storm of 'Error-Logs' and 'Resource-Warnings'.
[CRITICAL ALERT: Narrative-Anomaly Detected.]
[Event: 100 Shadow-Files Integrated into User: Monkey_D_Luffy.]
[Status: Nightmare-Mode. Synchronization: 110% (CRITICAL).]
"Look at him..." Nami whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the 'Coded-Wind'.
Out of the shadows of the mansion, a monster emerged. But it wasn't a zombie. It was Luffy, but his 'Model' had been 'Stretched' and 'Expanded' to double its original size. His skin was a deep, bruised blue, a 'Hue-Shift' caused by the sheer 'Density' of the stolen shadows. His eyes didn't have pupils; they were two glowing white portals of 'Pure Execution-Code'.
"He's not just strong, Nami," Amine muttered, his teeth gritted as he tried to stabilize the 'Reality-Buffer' around the crew. "He's an 'Overclocked Engine'. Each of those 100 shadows is a separate 'Processing-Thread' adding its 'Power-Level' to Luffy's base stats. He is currently running on a 'Multi-Core-Soul' that would burn a normal human's 'Hardware' in seconds!"
"OARS..." Nightmare Luffy's voice was a low-frequency rumble that caused the nearby windows to shatter into blue pixels.
Oars, controlled by Moria from the 'Internal-Cockpit', roared back. "Kishishishi! You think adding 'Dead-Files' to your body will help? I am the 'Master-Admin' of this island! I am the one who—"
Luffy didn't wait for the 'Dialogue-Script' to finish. He moved. He didn't run; he 'Teleported'. To the human eye, it was a blur. To Amine's system, Luffy had simply 'Deleted' his coordinates in one spot and 'Re-rendered' them ten meters closer to the giant.
[Ability Executed: Nightmare-Gatling – Logic-Break.]
The first punch hit Oars' chest with the force of a 'System-Crash'. The giant's 'Mass-Logic' was ignored. Oars, who weighed hundreds of tons, was lifted off his feet by a single, blue-tinted fist. The sound wasn't a thud; it was a 'Metallic-Screech' of reality being torn apart.