One Piece Grey Terminal Novels & Stories

I had turned the Great Alpha into a common criminal. I wasn't just destroying Roman. I was erasing the woman who had loved him. And jeez, it hurt more than the stone in my lungs. But as I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of the tablet, I saw pale, skeletal, and fading Elara. Then I realized the "Gold" I was winning was starting to feel more like the "Grey" I was leaving behind.

“When you finally do something worthy to be praised.” “Like playing with guns and murdering people? Just like the way you trained Seb?” “Christian,” called Sebastian in a warning tone. “Yes,” responded Grey, and I chuckled. My mouth parted. “I won’t get myself involved in taking people’s lives, Father, and—” The sound of my phone ringing sliced through the atmosphere. Glancing at the caller ID, the frown on my face twisted further. “Excuse me.” Getting up, I walked out of the dining room, answering the phone.

Kyle frowned from being puzzled. "Ashton Grey was at the Titanic's Bar, same day you went there for business discussions with the manager." Min Ha reminded casually, casting her glance at the Tech expert who was still busy trying to track the watch. She could swear he's been there for closely thirty minutes. Was he really an expert, seeing he seems to be slow in his work? "There's no need to continue tracking, Mr, we found the wristwatch already." She said but the young chairman wasn't in agreement to that. For all he knew, Ashton Grey could be lying. But if Ashton was lying, how did he know he was looking for his wristwatch?

Grey repeated with the same expression. “There is a problem though, you can only find it at the top of Mount Wateren, and it shows up only on a red moon,” I explained further. Grey kept mute, thinking through what I had said to him. He had to say yes. Lance had to be healed one way or another and this was the perfect way considering I didn’t have my powers anymore. “Does Lance know this?” Grey asked finally and I groaned. “You know how he’ll react about this,” I said but Grey shifted away from me in discomfort.

Reggie said as he was smiling and glaring at me “Oh, I can’t deal with this…” Grey thought to himself. End of Chapter 60

Sebastian POV The master terminal made a humming noise as a white light filled the center glass wall. The red code lines on the screen disappeared. The screen became clear. It showed a room with low ceilings. The walls were made of concrete and had dark lines near the bottom where the concrete was wet.

Erebus said, making Gray look at him with a sharp gaze, fully aware of his uncle's half-deformed face. "What brings this honorable pack of wolves into the exiled territory?" Erebus said, irritating Gray with his words. "I've just conquered the Plantea territory, and I don't want to cause chaos here and deplete my energy, so you'd better let me pass," Gray said, causing Erebus to respond with a raised eyebrow. Erebus had questions about why Gray ventured into the Immortal territory, especially causing trouble in the peaceful Plantea territory, which was known for its lack of conflicts with other territories.

When she opened her eyes, they were steadier than they had ever been. Larris she whispered, now. Larris slammed Leon's device to the ground. A piercing EMP pulsed from it—lights flickered, radios crackled, electronic weapons powered down, and in a split second the Ghost's mask glitched, revealing— A woman. Teresa barely saw the eyes sharp, brown and striking. Then the lights completely died. Chaos exploded. Larris grabbed Teresa arm and yanked her down behind a metal crate just as gunfire erupted from the far side.

It reached so high into the white that the top was lost in the glare. At the base of the tower was a giant, silver **Terminal**. It looked like a computer from the old world, but it was the size of a cathedral. Its screen was glowing with a harsh, green light, and thousands of lines of code were scrolling down its face at a dizzying speed. "The Source," Rowan said. But as we approached the terminal, a figure stepped out from behind the glowing screen. It wasn't a Censor. It wasn't the Creator. It was **Kaima**.

The crew had been liquidated centuries ago, their bodies turned into smooth, grey statues of solid graphite that sat at the oars, their hands frozen to the slate handles. But at the bow of the slate galley, standing over the figurehead, was a single, active terminal. Xander and I dropped down onto the frozen punctuation reef, our boots slipping on the slick, ink-coated surfaces of the stone characters. We walked up to the galley’s bow, where the terminal was pulsing with a weak, dying violet light. The screen didn't show a ledger or an impairment notice. It showed a single, loop-coded message that had been repeating since the first reformat of Volume One: