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It was a fruit that was a deep purple color all over, shaped like a heart, with its surface covered with strange spiral black patterns, and it exuded a faint aura that made people feel uneasy.
Just one glance,
Su Hui recognized what was in front of him.
Devil Fruit.
The thought flashed through his mind like lightning.
Combined with the port's style, which resembles medieval Europe yet has its own unique characteristics, a name immediately comes to mind.
Pirate world.
This world is actually a derivative world based on that well-known anime.
A world so vast it defies imagination, teeming with powerful beings, and brimming with opportunities and treasures.
As one of the three major shonen manga, the value of this world is simply immeasurable.
It is so vast that it possesses countless islands and nations, and harbors endless resources and wealth.
Its power system is also extremely rich.
The Devil Fruit abilities are incredibly diverse, including the devastating Logia type, the unpredictable Paramecia type, and Haki, which can greatly enhance the user and even materialize them.
Among them are terrifying powers involving the soul, such as Brook's Revive-Revive Fruit or Charlotte Linlin's Soul-Soul Fruit.
Not to mention the powerful figures standing at the pinnacle of the world, whether they are Marine Admirals or the Four Emperors, they all possess power comparable to, or even surpassing, that of the legendary class.
In terms of technology, it should not be underestimated either.
Vegapunk, the world's greatest scientist, possessed a level of technology that was 500 years ahead of the real world.
And then there's the mad Caesar Clown, Judge of Germa 66, and Queen of the Beasts Pirates... The knowledge and technology of these top scientists are priceless treasures to him.
Most importantly, this world is never short of stunningly beautiful women with all sorts of charm and strength.
Whether it's Momousagi and Hina from the Navy, the proud and aloof Pirate Empress Boa Hancock, the dashing Nami, or the valiant Yamato...
this world,
It was practically a huge treasure trove tailor-made for him.
Su Hui's lips slowly curved into a smile, and his eyes became incredibly deep.
He glanced at the scroll floating in mid-air. The magic circle was still operating steadily. Judging from the progress, it would take at least another hour to completely record the anchor point.
There is still plenty of time.
He turned his gaze back to the purple Devil Fruit in his hand, and with a thought, the system's scanning function was instantly activated.
【Item Name: Paramecia-type Puppet Fruit】
Type: Devil Fruit (uneaten)
[Ability: The user will become a puppet, gaining the ability to manipulate inanimate objects and imbue them with a certain degree of "life." The user can transform any inanimate material they come into contact with—whether it be stone, wood, metal, or even a corpse—into a "puppet" under their control.]
[Depth of Development: The strength of the ability, the number and complexity of the puppets, depends on the user's mental and physical strength, as well as the degree to which they have developed the fruit's ability.]
[Beginner Stage: Can manipulate a small number of small objects to perform simple attacks and defenses.]
[Intermediate Stage: Able to manipulate large objects, such as houses and ships, and build puppet armies.]
[Advanced Stage: Able to manipulate matter over a vast area, even influencing terrain and topography, and creating powerful puppets with special abilities.]
[Awakening Stage: The range of influence extends from "matter" to "concepts," allowing the user to temporarily transform energy forms such as fire and lightning, and even the "abilities" of others into puppets that can be controlled.]
[Side effect: Become a landlubber cursed by the sea, fearing seawater and seastone.]
Puppet Fruit.
A hint of amusement flashed in Su Hui's eyes.
This ability seems to be something I've never experienced before.
It's truly worthy of the One Piece world; the abilities of Devil Fruits are incredibly diverse.
However, Su Hui had no intention of eating a Devil Fruit.
Although the fruit has great potential, its direct boost to his own strength is limited, and he doesn't want to become a landlubber and leave himself with a weakness.
With the system at his disposal, reaching the pinnacle was inevitable; he didn't need to consume a Devil Fruit at all.
In contrast, bestowing it upon his subordinates and using its power on warriors who have unlocked their genetic potential might have a more astonishing effect. As for the women around him, they deserve better.
Anyway.
A puppeteer who can manipulate everything to build an army will be an irreplaceable core force, both on the battlefield and in construction.
Su Hui carefully put the Puppet Fruit into his system inventory, already considering preparations to travel to the pirate world.
He needs power, he needs an army, he needs resources.
The world of One Piece can satisfy many of his needs.
He closed his eyes, leaned quietly against the dilapidated wall, and patiently waited for the [Scroll of Boundary Beacon] to complete its mission.
An hour passed quietly.
When the last magical rune on the [Scroll of Boundary Beacon] was lit up, and the entire scroll burst forth with a brilliant and steady light, Su Hui knew to put away the scroll and leave without looking back.
When Su Hui returned to the main world, he didn't see Merlin and Angela standing quietly to the side waiting.
When Angela saw Su Hui emerge from the spatial rift unharmed, with not even the hem of his clothes disheveled, her eyes still held an incredulous shock.
The spatial rift contains dimensional turbulence powerful enough to tear everything apart.
Merlin, on the other hand, appeared much calmer. She simply raised her delicate, elfin face, her blood-red pupils reflecting Su Hui's figure, and a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth revealed a reassuring yet slightly boastful smile.
Su Hui didn't say much, but simply handed Merlin the scroll of the [Boundary Beacon Scroll], which had been fully recorded and was emitting a stable faint light.
"All done. Now, can you check if you can pinpoint the anchor point in that other world?"
Merlin carefully took the scroll, examined it closely, and only after confirming that the spatial anchor points on it were stable and clear did he solemnly put it away and nod vigorously to Su Hui.
"Yes, the anchor point is very stable. As long as we are prepared, we can open the teleportation channel to that derivative world at any time."
After receiving an affirmative answer, Su Hui turned his gaze to Angela, who had a complicated expression.
His smile was gentle, but his words were incredibly cruel.
“Angela, I have already taken the core from inside the spatial rift.”
"Without the source that caused the dimensional energy eruption, this spatial rift will close completely and disappear in three days at most."
"In other words, your shelter will soon lose all its energy supply."
Angela's face turned deathly pale instantly. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and she subconsciously clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white from the force.
For the first time, an uncontrollable surge of emotion appeared in her gentle blue eyes—shock, anger, and resentment, all of which ultimately transformed into a profound sense of powerlessness.
Everything she had built and protected until now was so easily severed by the man before her.
Su Hui took in the changes in her expression, but spoke calmly as always.
"You don't need to be so resentful. Even if I don't take the core from the space, your sanctuary won't last long, will it?"
"But don't worry, I will take you and all your followers with me."
"The power I have built has a safer and more comfortable environment in New York, and you can have a better life."
Angela looked at the man before her, whose handsome face wore a matter-of-fact smile, as if he were not a plunderer but a generous savior.
An indescribable anger and bitterness welled up inside her, but she had no choice.
In the end, she could only squeeze out a dry syllable from her throat.
"……it is good."
Upon returning to the manor, Su Hui did not rush to leave.
Su Hui's two objectives for this trip—to find Saran and to obtain a new world anchor point—have both been successfully achieved.
But he wasn't in a hurry to leave immediately; instead, he decided to stay there for another night.
He needed to give Angela, and the women of the estate, some time to process and accept their changing fate.
Following Su Hui's advice, Angela informed the estate that everyone needed to relocate to New York.
The news immediately caused quite a stir among the female survivors who were used to a comfortable life.
"Leave here? Where to go?"
"We're living perfectly well here, why should we leave?"
"That man...who exactly is he?"
Saran Johnson contacted Claire immediately.
Her icy blue eyes were fixed on her friend, her expression serious.
"Claire, do you know this man named Su Hui? How is his safe zone different from the places we've been to before?"
Saran harbors a deep-seated unease about the so-called official safe zones; the darkness and corruption of those places were precisely the reason she chose to leave.
Claire looked at the wariness and worry in her friend's eyes, but her expression remained unusually calm.
"Different."
Her voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.
“New York…is now entirely Mr. Su Hui’s territory.”
"There are no officials there now, nor are there any shady deals, because everything... follows only the will of Mr. Su Hui."
"Under Mr. Su Hui's order, the strong will be respected, and the weak... will be protected, rather than becoming food to be plundered."
Saran believed Claire wouldn't lie to her, but the words she heard left her in a long silence.
There are no checks and balances, no rules, only a supreme dictator.
This might sound more terrifying than those corrupt official institutions, but from another perspective, if the dictator is powerful and just enough, it might be the most reliable order in the apocalypse.
Claire's words quickly spread throughout the entire manor via Saran's mouth.
In an instant, all the women's gazes toward Su Hui changed.
It was a more complex emotion, awe, curiosity, and even... a hint of secret anticipation.
What terrifying strength and power does a man possess who can single-handedly build a city of new order in the apocalypse?
That evening, to comfort people and to bid farewell to the home they had lived in for so long, Angela hosted a grand farewell dinner.
The bonfire blazed brightly, and the aroma of food mingled with the melodious music, yet it could not dispel the sadness of parting and the uncertainty of the unknown in the air.
“Angela, you should thank me.”
Su Hui, holding his wine glass, walked straight to Angela, who was sitting alone in the corner, and sat down next to her. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the previous sentences.)
"I have given you and your followers a better future."
Angela looked up. Tonight, she was wearing a beige long dress that perfectly accentuated her mature, voluptuous curves. Her long golden hair was casually draped over her shoulders, adding a touch of languid charm.
Looking at Su Hui, the resentment and bitterness that had been building up in her heart, fueled by alcohol, transformed into a reckless courage.
"Really? Then I really have to thank you properly."
She deliberately emphasized the last few words, picked up her wine glass, clinked it against Su Hui's without showing any weakness, and then drank it all in one gulp.
The spicy liquid slid down her throat, quickly giving her fair cheeks a beautiful blush.
Su Hui simply smiled and drank a glass with her.
The atmosphere at the banquet quickly became lively.
Merlin had somehow found a bottle of fruit wine, and nestled in the corner of the soft sofa, sipping it slowly. Before long, he was drowsy and mumbled that he wanted to sleep. His long, silvery-white hair spread out, making him look like a lazy yet noble little cat.
Eve, on the other hand, completely let loose, pulling the expressionless 2B next to her to have a drinking contest. Her amber eyes were full of excitement, and her high ponytail swayed back and forth with her movements, radiating youthful vitality.
2B never refused the drinks that were brought to her, drinking one glass after another as if they were just water. However, a faint blush had appeared on her cheeks under the black eye mask, adding a touch of adorable cuteness to her cold demeanor.
Claire and Saran sat together. Claire only took a small bite. Her light pink short hair shone softly under the light, and her blue eyes followed Su Hui's figure with a hint of infatuation that she herself was unaware of.
Saran relaxed considerably. She was already tall and fit, and after a few drinks, her usually tense and sharp temperament softened. Her high golden ponytail swayed slightly with her movements, adding a touch of charm that was rarely seen on her.
The banquet drew to a close in a hazy and ambiguous atmosphere, with many people already tipsy.
Angela's face was flushed and her eyes were glazed over; she was clearly completely drunk.