Chapter 251: Crumble
Sugar's ability turns anyone she touches into a toy. She skillfully said, "Then let's make a deal: you obey the Family's executives and don't attack humans."
Suddenly, she looked up and realized that the man in front of her hadn't transformed into a toy like everyone else. Instead, he was looking at her.
She took a step back in fear. "Why haven't you turned into a toy? Is it because my Devil Fruit power stopped working? That can't be, I just turned an ugly guy into a toy a moment ago."
"Do you want to know why?" Rodney asked with a smile.
Sugar nodded, and he explained, "I've learned a lesson from this brief life of mine. Human abilities have limits. The more cunning one becomes, the more they realize that humans have their limits... unless they become something beyond human."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I'm no longer human!! Sugar, so your ability doesn't work on me!" Rodney struck a strange pose. "I've transcended humanity! Your ability is useless against me!"
Sugar: (?Д?≡?Д?)?
"No way!" Sugar's small hands repeatedly struck Rodney's legs, but it was futile.
Rodney smiled, grabbing her hand, forcibly putting on her cat paw gloves, and tying her up with a rope. Then he said, "Got her. Come up."
Another person emerged, also Rodney, but the one in front was just a clone.
More precisely, it was a Raiton Clone, completely composed of lightning chakra. The powers of Sugar's Hobby-Hobby Fruit could only affect living beings, or in other words, organic entities. However, the Raiton Clone was an energy construct, possessing its own consciousness, but it didn't exist within the realm of living beings, rendering Sugar's power "ineffective."
What Rodney didn't expect was how his clone could be so playful. Was he about to reenact a famous artwork?
So... where was Ishikimone?
The clone said, "Stop looking; Ishikimone isn't here. My mission is over. I'm leaving this legal loli to you." He tossed Sugar to the original Rodney and then dissipated into lightning in the air.
"You see, little girl, your ability can't be used now. Hehe, how should I deal with you?" Rodney grinned, a smile that could scare children. Sugar's face turned pale, and she yelled, "Pervert, let go of me!"
"Hey, hey, don't say random stuff. I'm a fine young man. How could I be a pervert? Besides, even if I were one, I wouldn't be interested in a little girl like you with no chest or butt. I'm not into lolis." Rodney rubbed his ear and asked, "What happens if the Hobby-Hobby Fruit's ability fails?"
Sugar's face grew even paler. If it failed, the toys would go berserk. She might look young, but she was actually twenty-two years old and fully understood the danger. In the past ten years, she had turned countless people into toys, and even she couldn't remember all of them. If all those people...
The consequences were unimaginable!
Rodney lifted Sugar and turned to leave. However, his feet were stuck to the ground by a sticky substance.
He wore ninja sandals, similar to flip-flops, so...
The sticky sensation on his toes was nauseating. He glanced at Trebol's location. Trebol had moved the stones away with his mucus and protected himself when he was kicked earlier. He hadn't suffered severe injuries from the explosion, only some minor harm from the kick.
"I told you, you can't leave. You can't disrupt the Young Master's plan!" Trebol knew he wasn't a match for the man before him. This was Rodney, the man even their Young Master feared: Rodney the Destroyer. He was beyond the capabilities of a high-ranking officer in the Donquixote Family.
But he had to stall him, even if it meant giving up his own life. Before that, he had to retrieve Sugar!
"You absolutely can't interfere with the Young Master's plan!" Trebol's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, showed determination. Faced with Rodney, he had no chance of victory, but he had to give it his all to delay him.
"For goodness' sake, what has Doflamingo fed you guys to make you so devoted? Is he really the 'Savior of Villains'?" Rodney scratched his chin and said, "Since that's the case, let me send you on your way with this move."
A pitch-black beam shot from his eyes, easily piercing through Trebol's body. Then, black flames ignited, quickly consuming him.
Amidst the screams and explosions, the underground factory began to crumble...
(End of this chapter)