“Hohohoho~”
“Machvise, this is the Devil Fruit the Young Master asked me to bring you.”
Jora pointed at the Devil Fruit on the table. During their recent mission, they unexpectedly acquired this Devil Fruit, and the Young Master instructed her to bring it back for Machvise to consume.
Diamante was dead.
The family needed to bolster their strength.
Thanks to that bastard, the Hunting King Hermes Jormungandr, the family was struggling. Fortunately, things were starting to look up.
“What kind of fruit is this?”
Dellinger picked up the Devil Fruit, showing no interest in it.
As a hybrid of a Fishman and a human, he had perfectly inherited the strength and speed of Fishmen, especially in water, where his combat power was unparalleled.
If he ate a Devil Fruit, it would undoubtedly weaken his combat effectiveness.
“The Young Master identified it in the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia. It’s a Paramecia-type Power-Power Fruit. Eating it will enhance physical strength, making the user incredibly strong. It’s perfect for Machvise.”
Jora laughed hohoho like an old dementia patient.
“I will definitely repay the Young Master.”
Machvise was thrilled, his eyes gleaming.
With Diamante gone, if he ate this Devil Fruit, he might become one of the top four executives.
Just thinking about it made him excited.
“Tch~ It’s just a Devil Fruit.”
Dellinger scoffed, casually tossing the Devil Fruit to Machvise. Just as it was about to land in Machvise’s hand, a nearby hand snatched it, appearing three meters away.
Everything happened so fast.
By the time the three reacted, the Devil Fruit was gone.
“Talk about good luck.”
Three meters away.
Hermes looked at the Devil Fruit in his hand, grinning widely.
A Paramecia-type Power-Power Fruit, just hearing the name, you knew what kind of power it had.
Enhancing strength, is terrifying.
If given to the right person, it could turn them into an unstoppable force, capable of crushing anyone with a single punch.
At best, you’d crap yourself; at worst, you’d be shattered to pieces.
Damn.
How does Doflamingo get so lucky? The Hobby-Hobby Fruit, Snow-Snow Fruit, Gold-Gold Fruit, Weapon-Weapon Fruit, and the future Flame-Flame Fruit—all symbols of immense power.
No doubt, targeting Doflamingo for benefits was the right call.
He was indeed the Devil Fruit wholesaler.
And here it was, another powerful Devil Fruit.
“Hermes Jormungandr!”
Jora’s hair stood on end, her face twisted in fury. The wrinkles on her face bunched up as she glared at Hermes, eyes filled with killing intent.
This man had almost killed her; it was an irreconcilable hatred.
“Damn it, give me back my Devil Fruit.”
Machvise’s eyes turned red.
That was his Devil Fruit, and he hadn’t even tasted it yet.
“So you’re Hermes Jormungandr?”
A sinister voice echoed as a shadowy figure lunged at Hermes. Dellinger was the first to react, launching an attack. His right foot swung back, coated in Haki, like a sniper’s bullet aimed at Hermes’ head.
Clean and precise.
The speed and power were perfectly combined, but his nature was cruel.
Boom!!!
A massive shockwave erupted, cracking the stone floor. When the dust settled, Dellinger’s blood-red pupils shrank. Hermes had easily blocked his kick with one hand, not even moving an inch.
“How is this possible?”
Dellinger couldn’t believe it. That was his surprise attack. Even an elephant would have been killed. But this human not only blocked it but didn’t even budge.
“Still, Doflamingo’s kicks had more flavor.”
“That brat has athlete’s foot.”
Hermes squinted his eyes, making Dellinger shiver.
Not good.
The danger was closing in.
Without hesitation, Dellinger vanished. He was confident in his speed, evident from the trail of afterimages.
Not to boast, but within the family, only the Young Master could keep up with his speed.
But did the Young Master have athlete’s foot?
No time to think, Dellinger reappeared five meters away, still wearing a smug, disdainful expression. The danger he felt must have been a mistake—just a mere human.
Huh.
Where did that human go?
“Dellinger, be careful.”
Jora and Machvise’s warnings made Dellinger turn around in disbelief, seeing a grinning face.
The dwarf on the man’s shoulder looked at him disdainfully.
He was being looked down upon.
“Even his speed isn’t as flavorful as Doflamingo’s.”
“Impossible.”
Dellinger roared in fury. How could this human be faster than him?
Whoosh!!!
Leaving an afterimage, Dellinger vanished again, reappearing six meters away. Now that humans couldn’t keep up!
“Dellinger, he’s behind you.”
“Machvise, quickly notify the Young Master. The three of us can’t handle him.”
Jora, who had fought Hermes before, knew his strength well.
Even Lao G and Diamante were defeated or killed by this man. With their power, they were just cannon fodder.
Today, they were doomed.
“Impossible!”
Dellinger’s face paled. Turning, he saw that human still there, always at the same distance.
Again, he vanished and reappeared.
But the figure remained.
Again and again, Dellinger enraged, attacked.
“Die, Heel Drop.”
No need to turn around this time. Dellinger leaped, kicking toward Hermes’ neck. But the expected bone-cracking sound didn’t come.
In an instant.
A chill ran up his spine.
His thin leg was caught by a large hand, and he was slammed into the ground.
Boom!!!
In an explosion of dust and stone, Dellinger spat blood, feeling his body shatter.
Before he could recover, he was lifted again.
“Dellinger, Art of Heaven.”
Jora’s face twisted in rage. Dellinger had been raised by her. Despite the beatings, there was affection. She sprayed colorful mist, aiming to turn Hermes into an art piece.
“Mini Thirty-Meter Crescent.”
Hermes kicked, sending a thirty-meter-long Rankyaku, cutting through the mist and heading for Jora and Machvise.
“Damn it.”
Sweat dripped from Machvise’s forehead. The Rankyaku’s sheer force was terrifying, tearing through the air and skin.
How could he be this strong?
Boom!!!
Another explosion, water from the pool splashing everywhere. The Rankyaku left a massive trench.
Jora and Machvise crawled from the debris, spitting blood in horror.
“Hey, where’s the treasury?”
Hermes held Dellinger, speaking softly.
Dellinger hung upside down, bleeding from every orifice. The slam had nearly killed him. If not for his Fishman genes, he’d be unconscious.
“You’ll never get me to tell.”
Dellinger was strong-willed but was slammed again.
Another crater formed, Dellinger passed out, barely alive.
“Dellinger.”
“Damn, how is he this strong?”
Jora and Machvise, in pain, tried to attack. But they froze when Hermes handed the Devil Fruit to Mansherry and pointed his finger gun at them.
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