One Piece: The Living Devil

"This fruit... I can definitely obtain incredible power," Enel held up the fruit in his hand, his eyes filled with blazing heat.

Because he had no wings, he had endured scornful looks and humiliation in Birka.

He had long heard people say that the temple enshrined a fruit, that it was the guarantee of Birka's prosperity.

At first, his thoughts were very simple.

Since this fruit could guarantee Birka's prosperity, then he would destroy this fruit; that way Birka would be finished, and his revenge would be fulfilled.

But now holding this fruit, he actually had a strong, irresistible urge to eat it.

As if his subconscious was telling him, this fruit should be controlled by him.

["Eat it."]

In just an instant, Enel made his decision.

Holding the fruit, he brought it towards his mouth.

"This fruit is not something you can eat," Suddenly, a pleasant female voice came from behind Enel.

Before he could react, the fruit in his hand suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Hmm?", Enel abruptly looked up, seeing the suddenly appearing Gion, his expression changed dramatically.

"It's you?", He recognized Gion.

Precisely because the god was together with this group of people, and with the situation looking tense, he decided to take this chance to steal the fruit.

"This fruit is called the Rumble-Rumble Fruit. After eating it, one can possess the power to control lightning. But with your posture, he probably wouldn't give you this fruit, maybe a weaker fruit could be exchanged instead," Gion said calmly, her gaze always fixed on Enel.

A seedling that could be compatible with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit was still worth her attention.

Now, it depended on what Enel would choose.

"That fruit is mine! It belongs to our Skypiea," Enel greedily stared at the fruit in Gion's hand, hearing Gion say that the fruit could control lightning made him even more excited.

His feeling wasn't wrong, that fruit should belong to him.

"What a pity," Gion sighed softly.

A breeze blew past, and her figure disappeared without a trace.

And Enel's expression, in this instant, froze.

Blood spurted from his neck.

In a moment, he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Gion wasn't surprised by Enel's choice.

But since Enel made his choice, he had to face this kind of consequence.

Once the treasure had been seized, she would not leave future trouble. She wouldn't give others a chance to take revenge on Rosse, even if this boy was currently very weak.

Toying with the weak, that was Rosse's pleasure. Eradicating the roots, that was the guarantee she gave to Rosse.

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Angel Island, Rosse's temporary residence, also Conia's home.

Inside the room, sunlight streamed through the window lattice, casting mottled light and shadows on the wooden floor.

Conia sat at the desk, absentmindedly flipping through a thick book in her hand, the pages rustling, but her mind had clearly long flown to the clouds.

Her gaze didn't fall on the text of the pages at all, but as if drawn by a magnet, she couldn't help but secretly, again and again, glance towards the other side of the room.

Falling on Rosse, who sat leisurely in the chair, flipping through a book in his hand.

After three days of interacting, Conia gradually discovered that Rosse didn't seem as scary as she initially imagined.

As long as one didn't provoke Rosse, he was a very gentle person in daily life.

Coupled with Rosse's outstanding appearance, it always made Conia's heart involuntarily rise with fondness for Rosse, something she couldn't stop no matter what.

Of course, not all of this time spent together was entirely beautiful memories.

There was one thing that made Conia feel very uncomfortable, even somewhat hard to speak of.

Every night, Rosse and other girls were too noisy. She often heard some sounds that made her unbearably uncomfortable, and they came from different people, making her unable to sleep at all these past few days.

She didn't even dare imagine what kind of scene Rosse's room would be like.

'Is that kind of thing really that pleasurable...'

"What are you thinking about?", Rosse looked up, put down the first edition story compiled by Sora in his hand, and glanced at the absent-minded Conia.

"Ah! I was thinking about the content of the book, it's written too profoundly," Conia blinked, her face full of innocence.

This book was Sora's summary of the Skypiea management plan, things she needed to pay attention to as Gan Fall's deputy.

But to her, it wasn't much different from a heavenly book.

Basically she couldn't understand it, and even if she understood, she didn't want to read it.

Seeing the text, she just wanted to daydream.

"Don't want to read again?", Rosse smiled and shook his head, "Go play a tune for me."

He didn't have high expectations for Conia.

Rather than valuing Conia's status and ability, it was better to say he valued her looks.

Although Conia learned management knowledge slowly, she wasn't completely useless.

At least in music, Conia had a remarkable talent.

"Hee hee, Lord Rosse is the best," Upon hearing this, Conia happily got up, threw aside the book in her hand, and ran to where the harp was placed.

Compared to reading these books, she preferred playing the harp.

These days, she often played the harp for Rosse, and every time she received positive feedback, made her even happier.

This was also why she had more and more goodwill towards Rosse.

In the past, Pagaya didn't like listening to her play the harp, even said that was something only women liked.

'Who said that? Lord Rosse likes it very much.'

Conia happily ran to the harp, her expression instantly became a bit more serious, and her fingers gently plucked the strings.

The sound of the harp echoed in the room.

Rosse slightly closed his eyes, enjoying this moment of leisure.

After hearing Conia's playing, he could understand why pirate crews had a musician's position.

When bored at sea, listening to tunes and humming songs was indeed a kind of fatigue-relieving enjoyment that could soothe a bored mood.

On his own ship, it seemed like he was missing a professional musician.

Thinking carefully, the configuration on his ship had gradually gone from nothing to something.

Swordsman—Gion

Shipwright, Martial Arts Strongman—Zephyr

Doctor—Stella

Scholar, Navigator—Sora

If he served as the captain, it already counted as a complete pirate crew.

However, there were still too few people.

In the room, the melodious and graceful sound of the harp flowed gently like a clear spring.

In the end, the notes gradually quieted down, the tune came to an abrupt stop, and the lingering sound echoed for a long time.

The piece ended.

Conia quietly turned her head. When she saw Rosse's expression showing enjoyment, his eyes curved like two small crescent moons, a surge of indescribable joy and satisfaction welled up in her heart.

To her, having someone appreciate her playing was already the greatest recognition.

"If only it could always be like this," Conia lightly sighed, suppressed the little thoughts in her heart, and began to continue playing the harp.

She knew this was an unrealistic situation.

Rosse needed her to manage Skypiea, and Skypiea also needed her as the link between the two.

She could not understand any situation, but for a short time, she needed to stay on Skypiea so that everyone could feel at ease.

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