White Zetsu lit a Cuban cigarette and said with feigned depth...
"Devil Fruits are a strange-looking kind of fruit."
"By eating one directly, you can gain a certain supernatural power, but the heavy drawback is that you can never touch seawater or swim again."
"The fruits are broadly divided into three main categories: Logia, Paramecia, and Zoan."
Getting stronger just by eating fruit?
Nobara Kugisaki pulled Yuji Itadori aside and stared straight at White Zetsu with glowing, greedy eyes. "What do the fruits actually look like, and where are they?"
"Sister Thirteen, don't be in such a hurry."
White Zetsu exhaled a puff of light smoke and spoke dominantly, "Later, we'll blackmail the Marines and force them to draw a few more detailed Devil Fruit encyclopedias for us."
Truthfully, White Zetsu hadn't even seen what a real Devil Fruit looked like himself yet.
"Your earned points are directly related to these fruits. A Logia is worth thirty points, a Paramecia twenty, and a Zoan ten."
"Any Devil Fruits you manage to find can be officially exchanged for the corresponding game points."
Hearing this...
Atsuya Kusakabe, Yuta Okkotsu, and the others' hearts sank heavily.
There were still countless Marines and Pirates on the plaza who were ordinary people without any supernatural powers.
From this, it was completely clear that the Devil Fruits White Zetsu mentioned were not easy to acquire.
Items that could directly enhance combat power like that would surely be viciously contested by all factions in this world.
White Zetsu didn't care about their worried expressions; he had begged Mirai for these specific point conditions for a long time.
It couldn't be helped; who told him to be such a loyal subordinate!
"The second primary way to get points is to seize territory."
White Zetsu pointed his cigarette toward the large pirate ships in the harbor. "Go out into the New World to aggressively seize the territories of the strong, and then nail down a Binding Vow-based Curtain!"
For Mirai, there were two distinct shortcuts to rapidly enhancing his strength.
White Zetsu's true God Tree body could devour Devil Fruits, which symbolically represented the localized source power of the One Piece world.
The primordial power successfully obtained by the God Tree could also be fed back directly to Mirai himself.
The second shortcut was identical to the strategy used in the Jujutsu world.
Holding the second, third, fourth, and fifth editions of the Deadly Culling Game Royale in the Pirate World.
The participants would naturally be powerful ability users and people of high political status.
The negative emotions of ordinary, weak humans wouldn't contribute much anymore to the continuous upgrade of the Rinnegan.
The Summit War was a textbook example of this concept.
Blood scattered across the ruins, a massive stage overflowing with the strong.
If a Barrier that no one could escape from were added to it... that would be fantastic!
It's just that Mirai's spatial arrival had been far too hasty.
Juzo Kumiya was still working overtime inside the Kamui Dimension on the Cursed-pattern Spikes that could physically attach Barrier Techniques.
Juzo's previous blacksmithing schedule was twenty hours a day.
Today, it had been proactively adjusted by Mirai to twenty-three hours.
If he accidentally died of exhaustion or lost his mind... a single Rinne Tensei (Samsara of Heavenly Life) Jutsu would bring him right back up to keep working...
The main Marine force had already rushed aggressively to the center of the battlefield for intense support, leaving only the leisurely White Zetsu and the others in the rear.
There were also three special Pirates who had been slacking off throughout the entirety of the war so far.
They possessed extremely powerful, disaster-level strength and high worldly fame.
"Shichibukai": They were the legal Pirates officially recognized by the World Government.
Their looting and pillaging were condoned, and their past criminal records were no longer actively pursued.
Dracule Mihawk, hailed universally as the World's Greatest Swordsman, stared at the distant battlefield without blinking an eye.
A tall figure of 1.9 meters, made extremely alluring by a tight qipao-style outfit!
Jet-black long hair, with slender and elegant corners of the eyes.
The almond-shaped eyes revealed a chilling hint of coldness; she was known as the "World's Most Beautiful Woman."
Boa Hancock, the Empress of the Amazon Lily Kingdom.
And also the only female great pirate among the Shichibukai.
After watching her beloved Luffy safely board Whitebeard's massive pirate ship.
Hancock had been lingering lazily in the rear, helping neither side.
But at this precise moment...
Her burning gaze was fixed squarely on the figure of the absolute ruler standing in the center of the battlefield.
For no other reason than because he was terrifyingly, overwhelmingly powerful!
"Fufu, fufufufu!"
"With the sudden appearance of this one single person, a turbulent new era is about to arrive!"
Donquixote Doflamingo's fists, tucked deep in his pockets, unconsciously tightened.
Looking at that god-like figure, the gaze hidden behind Doflamingo's tinted sunglasses flickered with a fanatical, dangerous desire!
If he possessed such absolute strength, perhaps he could pull them... the Celestial Dragons... right off their high pedestals!
"Hey, pink-feathered bird!"
White Zetsu, surrounded by Itadori and the others...
Walked casually toward Doflamingo with an extremely arrogant, splayed gait.
"Master Zetsu doesn't like beating around the bush!"
Exhaling a thick puff of cigar smoke, White Zetsu's wicked gaze glanced sideways at Doflamingo. "Follow Master Zetsu from now on, and you'll live the good life!"
Approaching him immediately was something Mirai had specifically instructed the original White Zetsu to do.
Otherwise, with White Zetsu's usual chaotic personality...
He would have rushed up to deal with those two old men who looked down on him the moment his strength had fully returned.
"Fufu!"
Doflamingo gave a low, dangerous laugh, suppressing his rising anger as the veins on his forehead bulged visibly!
If it weren't for the obvious connection between this strange group and the terrifying figure dominating the center of the battlefield, Doflamingo would have acted the exact second he heard the words "pink-feathered bird."
"Tch!"
Seemingly seeing his target's suppressed rage, White Zetsu sneered disdainfully. "Hurry up and answer. Don't waste Master Zetsu's precious time."
"Master Zetsu is in a hurry to go conquer; I have no interest in chatting with a small fry like you."
His hidden, true identity was a former Celestial Dragon, while on the surface, he was one of the world-famous Shichibukai.
Collaborating closely with the Four Emperors Kaido, he was infamously known in the criminal underworld as "Joker."
A massive, terrifying big shot who dominated both the legal and illegal worlds was currently being approached like a common lackey.
"Fufu, small fry..."
Doflamingo, who possessed Conqueror's Haki, was also not a person with a mild temper.
If it were that terrifying figure in the center of the battlefield, Doflamingo might not dare to speak up.
But if it was just that person's subordinate... a piece of trash that had been casually slapped away by Sengoku earlier...
"Five Color Strings!"
Doflamingo leaned forward aggressively and swung his palm, his flicking fingers shooting out razor-sharp, invisible steel threads!
...On the other side, at the barely intact port of Marineford.
The heavily scarred Whitebeard was supported firmly by his loyal sons and did not fall.
Marco, the First Division Commander and ship doctor, was nervously and desperately treating Whitebeard's fatal injuries.
Sword wounds, gunshot wounds, massive burns!
New wounds layered over old ones, deep to the bone!
Whitebeard's already meager life force was draining away faster and faster without a single moment's pause!
The bright blue healing flames rising from Marco's palms carefully spread to cover each agonizing wound.
"Pops..."
Worry, deep fear, and crushing shame... Ace, who had just been rescued by Mei Mei, had his features scrunched up in an incredibly complex mix of heavy emotions.
If it hadn't been for his stubbornness, if he hadn't been so foolishly impulsive, none of this catastrophic war would have happened.
Whitebeard was just about to offer some gentle comfort to his son when he suddenly whipped his head sharply to the side!
"Zehahahaha!"
A rugged, terrifying appearance, with several teeth missing from his mouth.
Dark curly hair, his exposed upper body covered in thick, coarse hair.
A round, protruding belly, three heavy flintlock pistols tucked securely into his waist, and a bottle of strong rum stuffed right there too.
Marshall D. Teach—Blackbeard—arrived non-stop with several of his vicious subordinates.
Teach, who had been hiding slyly in the shadows of the war, had originally planned to come out and take advantage only when Whitebeard was on the verge of death.
He hadn't expected such a terrifying, world-shaking monster to suddenly drop from the sky and disrupt everything!
Since the Marines couldn't be relied upon to finish the job, he had to do it himself!
Blackbeard's greedy, bloodshot gaze stared fixedly at the heavily injured Whitebeard.
"Pops... let your loving son send you off on your final journey!"
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