Kulas certainly did not want to pick abruptly and end up regretting the decision later on. He did not waste anymore of his time and looked at the lone man in the set of selections before him.

Long white cape, a cap with a marine print on its center, a flower on his chest and a distinctive floral tattoo on the left side of his body could be seen under a red vest.

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It did not take long for Kulas to determine who this man was.

Akain, Fleet Admiral of 3 Piece.

Kulas quickly skipped this choice.

Although the Mag-Mag no Mi fruit blessed a powerful ability but he doubted that any form of magma could help him in the condition that he was in.

He could also not recall Akain, this justice obsessed person, has any healing capabilities of any kind. But since the anime 3 Piece Series was still ongoing, there was really no way to be sure.

The Fleet Admiral may have hidden curative abilities or he may not. Still, it was always a fool's man path to rest his fate on luck. Thus, Kulas would not gamble this new life on chances unknown and undiscovered.

So it was indeed a no brainer for him to muse at the last and perhaps the best choice amongst the three.

It was a woman.

She was perhaps a beauty in her prime but that mattered little with how milky and flawless her skin seemed to be at the present.

Her two mountainous treasures were prodigious enough that Kulas could not help but sport a reaction down south.

Although it was awkward at first but he welcomed the sensations of pleasure and excitement all the same. It was his body helping him cope of the presence of pain and nothing more.

And Kulas would certainly be stupid to reject such a soothing stimulus right now.

So he swallowed the blood on his throat hard to pause another fit of coughing and resumed his mind's inspection on the godly persona before him.

The mature lady was simply beautiful in her own way. With golden amber eyes and straight blonde hair, anyone's first impression of her would be that of a delicate and cultured lady.

And most would be wrong in that assumption for this was surely not a tamed lioness in the flesh. Perhaps the most significant aspect on her features was the violet rhombus mark on her forehead.

A mystique that promised relief and healing on the much afflicted body of the bloodstained boy.

"I choose her." Kulas finally decided after weighing the consequences of each gift. Ultimately, he had picked the one option that could get him out from the biting reality of his anguish.

Aside from this, the other boons seemed paltry in comparison.

"Summon Initializing…"

"Summoned Being has successfully arrived!"

"Congratulations, master!"

"May this mark the beginning of an Eternal Domination that would last until forever finds an ending of its own." the curious and excited applaud rang in the ears of Kulas.

Although it had given him more questions than he would have wanted to accrue but he had to make use of this new ally that moved not an inch since it had materialized from out of nowhere.

His body was literally begging for some sort of relief through its aches.

"Heal me! NOW!" the injured boy roared in his mind. He would have loved to speak the words out himself but the renewed itch down his lungs returned anew and with an even more angst than the past.

"HAK!" he coughed loudly once more and at this time, if someone said that he had vomited his heart along the gooey mess he had decorated the place with, then he would have believed them without hesitation.

For it really felt very much that way and worse until he has not even realized that he had already passed out from exhaustion.

"Who are you?! And what have you done to me?!" questions filled with alarm reverberated in the darkness of the room but after the initial surprise, a few taps of feet came along and then silence.

Only a cyan glow brought another light amidst the quietly dying candle on the side.

"Where is this?" the lady whose actions were peculiarly controlled by something or someone thought inside. She could see the abused body of a youth who had suffered multitudes of suffering in his young age.

Not only was he battered but there were bits and pieces missing from his form. Torture was the first thing that came to mind to the larger than life lady.

Although the scene was pretty gory for any soul to cope but she had already witnessed a much gruesome picture than this in the past.

"Too many times it seems." she thought as she recalled of the wars that she was fortunate enough to live through.

Since she was helpless in making her body listen to her own command, she concluded that perhaps she was under some mind control technique of some sort.

Or maybe not.

"HELP!" the woman attempted to roar like a wounded tigress but what went out was a mere welp of a kitten.

"How are you doing this?" the woman muttered after her initial shock. She ascertained that she could only speak and not alarm anybody else other than the privacy of this room, wherever this place was.

For now, she had no choice but to oblige the unknown force that was controlling her and cure the sorry form of the boy before her.

10 minutes elapsed and the magical radiance that originated from the hands of the woman flickered until it finally eclipsed to nonexistence.

She stood up and had very much wanted to charge at the nearby door to destruction but same as before, her will was not hers since her inception inside this mystical place.

So she stood there like a statue of mercy, beautiful and grand yet utterly impotent to do any change whatsoever.