As the darkness in front of me gradually dissipated, a narrow and long light gradually appeared.

Smier felt himself lying flat, his body fixed on a cold plane.

The corners of his mouth were twitching, as if he wanted to laugh.

Now he has adapted to this feeling. As long as his emotional fluctuations are not very obvious, he can control his smile to a certain extent.

The silver-white cold light slowly casted from above his head. The atmosphere here was a little depressed. A pungent smell of potion penetrated into his breath, as if cold ice thorns were constantly piercing in, making him feel that his nostrils were even itchy.

Smier tried to stand up, but soon this action was not easy to achieve. His hands and feet were already tied firmly to the iron bed, as if they were tightly imprisoned with cold handcuffs.

Looking around, Smier found that it seemed to be a closed ward, with curtain walls with metallic luster around the eyes. These walls were a little concave and convex, and the reflection inside seemed a bit distorted and weird.

Soon, Smier discovered that in addition to himself, there was another figure on the reflective curtain wall. The guy was wearing a white coat, a mask and goggles. He had a pair of strange compound eyes, which was even twice as big as the frame of his goggles and had already overflowed.

Why does this guy's head look a bit like a fly?

Smier was slightly shocked. He wanted to struggle, but it was useless.

At this time, this strange guy had slowly paced over and asked sarcastically:

"Little brother, how long have you been here?"

The two plastic straps that held Smier's mouth slowly separated, and Smier was able to speak again.

Smier ignored the fly man's question in front of him and looked at him coldly.

"Haha, do you want to remain silent all the time? Don't worry, I must have many ways to let you speak!" The flyman smiled strangely.

Smier still looked cold and said in a deep voice:

"You should be Erlun's tyrant?"

"Elun? What a joke, he is just a crew member of the Nightmare Pirates, and I am a scientist on the ship! But I let you speak now because someone wants to see your screams and beg for mercy, rather than listening to your rhetoric. You can try to speak while you are still able to speak and answer my questions. Maybe if I am in a good mood, I can give you some quick way to die. If you ask some messy things, I will definitely let you taste a more fun game!" said the fly man.

"Well, I'm the captain of the Smiling Pirates. I have a treasure. If you can help me get out of here, I will tell you the treasure and the secrets in me!" Smier swore.

"Haha, naive... I don't care about any treasure at all, and you think I can't find the secret of the fruit in your body? I have countless ways to let you speak, but forget it, it doesn't make much sense to say this nonsense to you. Next, you'll be more yelling or struggling!"

While speaking, Chu Ying slowly opened a bottle and then stuck the bottle into his white coat.

Chu Ying frowned, her eyes were hot, and the core of the devil fruit in her body began to move, and the expression on her face seemed to be a little painful.

After five or six minutes, Chu Ying finally slowly took out the bottle.

I saw that the bottle was covered with sticky yellow liquid, and among the liquid were crystal objects like rice grains. Smier thought of this guy's disgusting appearance and immediately realized that these crystal objects like rice grains were obviously fly eggs!

What exactly does this guy want to do when he suddenly lays eggs in front of him?

Smier felt his scalp tingling, and he was inexplicably frightened, but he still laughed uncontrollably:

"Hehehe...hehehe... don't do anything randomly, you know that the devil fruit I swallowed gave me special power. I can't die, and it can continue to increase. If you let me go now, I can act like this. But if you still want to make trouble, when my power becomes strong enough, you will definitely kill you! Hahaha..."

Chu Ying scratched her head, feeling that her heart was suddenly bewitched by an inexplicable spiritual fluctuation, and became even more disgusted with Smair in front of her, and felt that she had a fire for no reason.

"So that's it. It seems that your laughter can actually play a mockery role. It seems... that mother fruit is really powerful... But it doesn't matter. I already know that you can convert some of the damage into power when you are physically attacked. But you can't offset or transform Erlun's venom attack. When you fight with Gryn, you can't resist his fist attached to the power of the demon fruit. Obviously, your ability is ineffective against the attack of the additional fruit power! But you can rest assured that I will not kill you directly next, but will let you slowly enjoy some interesting little things!"

Chu Ying came to Smair with a grim smile, her face full of madness.

This time, Smier finally saw this guy clearly. Although his protective measures were very strict, he could still see that his face under his mask had been distorted and deformed, and the raised pair of compound eyes also looked extremely strange.

Smier soon realized that the guy in front of him seemed to have something to do with flies.

Flies...Is the weakness of them a fly swatter or pesticide?

Obviously, neither of these can be done.

What should I do now?

Although Smier blew his abilities to the point of being magical when intimidating the other party, he knew very well in his heart that his abilities could not guarantee his immortality.

However, there is one thing that Smier did not deceive the Fly Man. His ability can indeed continuously enhance his strength by taking damage. Judging from the explanation of ability, the definition of this damage does not seem to be limited to physical damage.

Because he found that after being poisoned, the power in his body was slowly increasing, but because the enemy could not see the quiet changes in his body, he did not notice it.

Smier was still very scared. Fortunately, the effect of the [Laughing] ability was constantly triggering. Smier was still laughing wildly, unable to show any fear at all.

Hearing Smair's crazy laughter, Chu Ying became even more angry. He couldn't wait to take out the scalpel and prepare to start his evil torture.

Smair stared at Chu Ying tightly and also caught a glimpse of the camera in the corner. He kept laughing wildly, not begging for mercy, nor showed any timidity.

The cold scalpel slid down, and terrifying cold lights intertwined in front of him. The scalpel kept moving around his body, slashing his flesh and blood, forming a blood hole. All parts of his body were dug up such blood holes. At this time, the power of his body began to continuously move towards the core of the demon fruit in his body to the extent visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, Erlun in front of the screen was very angry when he saw this scene and shouted to Chu Ying at the top of his throat:

"Fly, are you crazy? This is the experiment you told me? You see, this kid is still gathering his strength, and your method can only play a counterproductive role!"

Chu Ying felt his headset trembling, frowned, and snorted coldly:

"What are you anxious about? The show has just begun. I have tried my best to minimize the area of ​​the wound. Even if it is absorbed by him, it will not work. Moreover, your venom remains in his body, what are you afraid of!"

As he said that, Chu Ying took off the headset and threw it aside. He looked at Smair viciously, and used tweezers to pick up a crystal fly egg from the glass bottle, and said in a Senran:

"Poor guy, you must hate flies, but you never thought that one day you would become a hotbed for flies. Hehe, good night!"
Chapter completed!