ONE PIECE: FRAGMENT EXTRACTION SYSTEM

"Kid, you must have a death wish! Stop me now if you dare!"

The surrounding gangsters roared in fury upon witnessing the scene. Without hesitation, they charged at Leone, encircling him and launching a relentless assault from all directions.

Each of them was formidable in their own right. No matter who Leone faced, he was clearly outmatched. If not for his surprise attack, how else could he have taken down one of them so easily?

A heavy punch struck Leone's ribs, sending a jolt of unbearable pain through his body.

"Let go!"

"I'll spare you if you surrender!"

"Did you hear me?! Let go, or I'll kill you!"

The gangsters showed no mercy, raining down blows and kicks on Leone.

"Let go? No chance!"

Gritting his teeth, Leone's eyes blazed with determination. His fists tightened, his attacks growing even fiercer.

Like a wild beast in a berserk frenzy, he ignored the relentless blows striking his back. His focus locked onto a single target—the gangster beneath him—whom he pummeled with unrelenting force!

His fists crashed into the thug's face. Dazed, the gangster's vision blurred with golden flashes before his body went limp, losing consciousness on the spot.

"Congratulations! You have obtained a fragment of 'Glint-Glint Fruit'!"

"Congratulations! You have obtained a fragment of 'Glint-Glint Fruit'!"

"Congratulations! You have obtained a fragment of 'Glint-Glint Fruit'!"

One after another, the system notifications echoed in Leone's mind.

The sweet, robotic voice was like an adrenaline rush, pushing him into an even wilder frenzy!

"This brat still won't let go?! Beat him! Beat him to death!"

The gangsters grew even more ruthless. Their fists, already stained with blood, struck with full force, their blows unrestrained.

BAM!

A dull impact rang out, like a heavy drum being struck.

"Ugh!"

Leone coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot, his bones feeling like they were on the verge of breaking.

"Damn… good thing I spent the last three months training with the hunters… My body can still hold on… Just wait, all of you… Just wait!"

"Only three shards left… Once I collect them, I'll show you hell!"

Leone clenched his fists as the battle continued.

"Stop! Stop it!"

Maggie, watching from the side, screamed desperately, trying to stop the gangsters. But as a weak girl, all she could do was cry out in vain.

By now, the commotion had drawn the attention of the villagers from Windmill Village. However, upon seeing the gangsters ruthlessly beating someone, they instinctively stepped back. Fear gripped them—they knew if they interfered, they might become the next victims.

Finally—

"Congratulations! You have obtained a fragment of 'Glint-Glint Fruit'!"

"Congratulations! You have collected enough fragments (10/10). Would you like to synthesize?"

The robotic voice rang in Leone's mind once more. This time, it was like a warm breeze in the dead of winter, filling him with hope.

"Synthesize! Synthesize it now!"

Leone almost shouted the words out loud.

BOOM!

Inside his mind, a massive, multicolored furnace cauldron suddenly opened.

The ten Glint-Glint Fruit fragments were thrown inside.

"Synthesizing… Please wait…"

A vibrant progress bar appeared beneath the cauldron, rapidly filling up.

Meanwhile, in reality, Leone's body finally reached its limit. A powerful kick sent him flying.

Another mouthful of blood spewed from his lips. His insides churned in agony.

DING!

"Congratulations! You have successfully synthesized 'Glint-Glint Fruit.' Would you like to use it?"

As the progress bar completed, the massive cauldron's lid lifted. In Leone's mind, a golden-colored devil fruit with intricate swirling patterns materialized.

"Use! Use it now!"

Leone roared.

The Glint-Glint Fruit vanished instantly. A strange sensation rippled through his body—but just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.

The gangsters sneered.

"You're finished, brat! How dare you attack one of us?! Time to send you straight to hell!"

Several thugs swarmed forward again, their eyes brimming with murderous intent.

These were the most ruthless troublemakers in Windmill Village. If word got out that they couldn't even handle a single kid, their reputation would be in shambles!

However, just as they lunged forward, fists and feet poised to strike, their attacks hit nothing but air.

"What the—?!"

"My fist went right through him!"

"There's light coming from his body!"

No matter how hard they swung, their attacks failed to land. Their punches and kicks passed through Leone as if he weren't even there.

Panic set in. They didn't understand what was happening. They tried again, throwing more blows, but it was useless.

A chilling laugh rang out.

"Heh... hehehehe..."

Leone smirked, his expression far more terrifying than any of the gangsters surrounding him.

"What's wrong? Can't hit me? Is that all you've got?"

By now, his body had fully transformed. He had eaten a Logia-type Devil Fruit—the Glint-Glint Fruit (Pika Pika no Mi). Unless these thugs could use Haki, they had no hope of landing a single blow.

"Y-You… what the hell are you?!"

Fear crept into their eyes as they realized something was off.

One of the more knowledgeable thugs suddenly turned pale.

"Wait… this is—this is a Devil Fruit ability! He's a Devil Fruit user! We can't touch him—RUN! We don't stand a chance!"

The moment realization struck, the gangsters' confidence crumbled. They had no idea how the weakling they had beaten earlier had suddenly gained such terrifying power. But one thing was clear—fighting a Devil Fruit user was suicide!

One of them spun around, desperately trying to escape.

"You attack me and now you think you can just run away? Too late!"

A brilliant flash of light—

Leone's body blurred and reappeared directly in front of the fleeing thug.

At the same time, he raised his foot.

BOOM!

In a split second, the thug was sent flying across the bar, smashing into the wall with a sickening crunch. He let out a wretched scream—the impact had shattered three of his ribs.

And this was just a fraction of the power Leone now wielded. If he hadn't been adjusting to his newfound abilities, that single kick would have been enough to kill.

Leone slowly turned to face the remaining thugs, his piercing gaze locking onto them like a predator eyeing prey.

"Who's next?"

His voice, cold and menacing, echoed through the room like a death sentence. The gangsters shuddered, their faces drained of color.

They felt like they had fallen into an abyss—trapped in an inescapable nightmare.