[User Profile: Vincent Hall]
Wealth Points: 44,000,000 (Available for Ability Enhancement)
Desire Points: 2,300,000 (Available for Tier Breaking)
Ability: Ice-Ice Fruit (Novice)
Skills: Mizong Boxing (Novice), Baji Quan (Novice)
Mission Log:
[Side Quest - Eternal]: A Whiff of Fragrance.
Objective: Establish "super-platonic" intimate relationships with special female heroes.
Reward: Blue Blind Box (Stackable). Great rewards await.
[System Query: Consume 10,000,000 Wealth Points to upgrade Ice-Ice Fruit to "Proficient"?]
A holographic screen reflected in Vincent's eyes, making them shimmer with anticipation.
"So, the fruit has mastery levels," Vincent mused.
Based on his initial test, his current output was roughly equivalent to a Marine Captain in the One Piece hierarchy. However, because Logia fruits granted elemental intangibility, he was practically invincible in this world against anyone without Haki or specific energy counters.
But invincibility was relative.
"I knew these missions weren't just for show. Money powers the System's upgrade tree."
"System, authorize the expenditure. Upgrade the Ice-Ice Fruit."
Vincent didn't hesitate. To him, the Wealth Points were just numbers on a screen. In a world of gods and monsters, hoarding cash was a death sentence. Only raw power mattered.
He knew exactly where he stood in the food chain.
Eventually, the Mad Titan would snap his fingers. Would Vincent be part of the unlucky fifty percent turned to dust? And that wasn't even considering the local threats. Mutants existed here.
His powers were terrifyingly similar to Robert Drake—Iceman.
Bobby Drake was an Omega Level Mutant, the highest classification of power existence, dwarfing even Professor X, who was merely an Alpha. Unfortunately, the current Iceman was young and lacked the imagination to use his god-like potential.
The Devil Fruit gave Vincent a shortcut. It offered a high floor of power immediately. But could it reach the Omega ceiling?
"With the System," Vincent thought, "I can push this fruit beyond the limitations of the One Piecemanga."
As the points vanished, a torrent of information flooded his cerebral cortex. Years of combat experience and elemental theory downloaded instantly. Simultaneously, his physique began to change, knitting together muscles and reinforcing bones, pushing him past the limits of a normal human.
[Upgrade Complete. Ice-Ice Fruit: Proficient.]
[System Query: Continue upgrading?]
"Upgrade," Vincent commanded.
[Consuming 20,000,000 Wealth Points. Upgrading Ice-Ice Fruit from "Proficient" to "Mastery."]
Another surge of power. Another flood of tactical knowledge.
Vincent flexed his hand. The air around his fingers didn't just freeze; it ceased to move. He had mastered the first stage of the fruit. But he knew this wasn't the peak. In One Piece, Admiral Aokiji had altered the climate of an entire island permanently. That was the realm of "Awakening."
[System Alert: To advance further, you must break the current bottleneck. Requirement: 5,000,000 Desire Points to unlock "Stage 2: Devil Fruit Awakening."]
[Updated Profile]
Wealth Points: 14,000,000
Desire Points: 2,300,000
Ability: Ice-Ice Fruit (Mastery - Stage 1)
"I'm short on Desire Points," Vincent murmured. "Good thing I'm the author. Even though I sold the rights, Fifty Shades is still generating lust and curiosity. When the movie hits theaters worldwide, those points are going to explode."
He leaned back into his sofa, closing his eyes to strategize.
Gaining power in the Marvel Universe was tricky. You couldn't just train; you needed resources.
"Desire Points seem to work like the concept of 'Faith' in fantasy novels," he analyzed. "Human emotions directed at me—lust, envy, hate, joy—feed the System. To farm this efficiently, I have two paths: become a Villain, or become a Hero."
A Hero?
Vincent scoffed. He was a pragmatist, not a saint. But being a villain meant being hunted.
"Unless I build a golden statue," he thought. "Path one: build a cult of personality so massive that the governments fear touching me. Path two: build a wall of terror so high that no one dares to bite me."
"Why choose? I want both."
Focusing on just one demographic was narrow-minded. God harvested Faith; Satan harvested Fear. Vincent planned to double-dip.
"If I went outside and froze all of New York City right now, the Desire Points from the sheer terror would be astronomical," he mused, a cold smirk playing on his lips.
With his new "Mastery" level, he could do it. But he dismissed the thought. He lived here. He knew people here. Killing millions just to grind XP was the logic of a psychopath. Vincent considered himself ambitious, not insane.
Besides, he had a counter.
Professor Charles Xavier.
Vincent's physical body was immune to physical damage thanks to elementalization. But his mind? That was still gray matter. If the world's strongest telepath decided to shut him down, being made of ice wouldn't save him.
"Low profile for now," he decided. "Thanos is years away. I have time."
He shifted his focus back to his powers. The System had downloaded all of Admiral Aokiji's techniques. Ice Age. Ice Saber. Pheasant Beak. He could replicate them perfectly.
"Aokiji is strong," Vincent thought, his mind drifting to a different universe. "But he's lazy."
A different figure appeared in his imagination. Not a laid-back Admiral, but a sadistic General from a world where death was cheap.
Akame ga Kill!
General Esdeath.
The wielder of the Demon's Extract. The Ice Queen.
Her application of cryokinesis was far more imaginative—and far more lethal—than Aokiji's. If Aokiji was a force of nature, Esdeath was a weapon of war.
"Her Trump Cards..." Vincent visualized them.
Trump Card 1: Mahapadma.
freezing space-time itself. Only the user can move. It drains immense energy, allowing Esdeath to use it only once a day, but it is an absolute checkmate.
Trump Card 2: Ice Cavalry.
Creating an army of sentient ice centaurs, storing energy for days to unleash a blizzard capable of burying an empire.
"Power is just flour," Vincent whispered, holding up a hand. Frost began to swirl, forming intricate, jagged shapes that defied physics. "Imagination is the water. The System gave me the flour. Now I need to knead the dough."
He couldn't change the volume of his power yet—that required points. But the width? The application?
"Imagination is the sharpest blade," he said, crushing the ice sculpture in his hand.