Whitebeard paused at this point, as if reminiscing about the battles he had experienced in his younger days.
Then, he turned his gaze to Jozu, his tone growing firmer.
"But you'll definitely have no problem! Your diamond body has granted you unparalleled physical body. in this case, the recoil from the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power is almost negligible. Your physique is strong enough to handle all these challenges."
Hearing the old man's praise, Jozu's eyes instantly lit up.
"Hahahaha, thanks, Pops!"
Nearby, Vista's eyes burned with envy as he witnessed the overwhelming destructive power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
"My turn, my turn!"
"..."
The scene was chaotic, but no one resorted to fighting over the fruits—for a simple reason: everyone would get their share.
Next came the individual enchantments.
After a long wait, all the enchanted Devil Fruits were finally completed.
In the end, eight people successfully gained the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit!
The results weren't exactly outstanding, but they weren't bad either.
Compared to the expected seven, they had one extra, so it wasn't a total loss.
One by one, they suppressed their excitement—they couldn't afford to mess around here any longer.
Otherwise, with their newfound abilities, Ron's research base would be destroyed in minutes.
"Gurararara! You brats, go find a quiet place to get used to your powers. Let Ron rest properly."
Whitebeard spoke up and the group thanked Ron once more—some even knelt in gratitude!
If not for Ron, they might have remained ordinary pirates their entire lives, never even dreaming of obtaining a Devil Fruit power, let alone one as powerful as Whitebeard's.
Thus, Ron had essentially given them a second life.
This kneel was more than deserved!
Marco stepped forward with a grin, slinging an arm over Ace's shoulder.
He raised his right hand, clenched his fist slightly and a circular force field instantly enveloped it.
"Ace, wanna test it out?"
"Hmph! Marco, even though Pops' Tremor power has incredible offensive power, my Flame power isn't weak either. You sure you want to challenge me?"
Ace shot Marco a defiant look.
Earlier, Whitebeard had suggested that Ace try eating one of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's, but Ace had refused without hesitation.
Behind this decision lay a simple yet profound reason: the Flame-Flame Fruit wasn't just any Devil Fruit—it was a companion that had stood by him through countless days and nights, through life-and-death battles.
Ever since setting sail, whether facing strong enemies or dire situations, it was the power of 'flames' that had pulled him through.
Every time danger struck, those scorching, violent flames had helped him break through encirclements and defeat opponents time and again.
In a way, without the Flame-Flame Fruit's abilities, the Ace standing here today wouldn't exist.
Therefore, in Ace's heart, this emotion had long transcended mere dependence, resembling more of an inseparable soul bond.
More importantly, as a fighter renowned for his offensive prowess, Ace was acutely aware that his combat style was almost entirely built upon his mastery of flame manipulation techniques.
If he rashly switched to another type of Devil Fruit ability, it would not only mean starting from scratch to adapt to an entirely new fighting style but also potentially losing the advantage he had honed to perfection.
Considering this, Ace became even more resolute in his decision never to relinquish the Flame-Flame Fruit.
Precisely for these reasons, while others were actively participating in the Tremor-Tremor Fruit enchantment, he chose to stand aside and observe, without the slightest hint of envy in his heart.
"Of course I'm sure. Don't worry, with my Phoenix power, you definitely won't be beaten to death by me," Marco joked.
Ace feel annoyed as he slapped away Marco's hand resting on his shoulder.
"Let's go, lets see what you got!"
"My Flame power will make you suffer."
"Hahaha, we'll see about that!"
Seeing the two about to fight, the others became interested too and followed along to watch the spectacle, hoping to perhaps pick up a move or two.
After everyone had left,
Ron also returned indoors, sitting quietly alone on the recliner.
He closed his eyes, and the system panel appeared in his mind.
[Congratulations, Host, on completing the mission!]
[Rewards as follows:]
[1. New Technology Unlocked: Devil Fruit Replication Technology!]
[2. Skill: Sky-Splitter Sword Draw!]
[3. Automatic Armament Haki Training!]
"The system really went all out this time."
Ron's eyes sparkled with barely contained excitement as he looked at these rewards.
Warm currents surged from various parts of his body, flowing slowly through his limbs and bones, making him feel brimming with power—as if the sword skills and Haki were ready at his fingertips.
Yet, he suppressed his excitement, deciding to study them first.
A moment later, Ron opened his eyes, his expression one of awe.
He exhaled deeply and marveled.
"The new technology is incredible!"
"Devil Fruit Replication Technology can perfectly copy the original user's abilities!"
"And that so-called drawback isn't a drawback at all!"
"Replacing one's original ability—how is that a drawback?!"
"If the original fruit was trash, replicating a new one would be like killing Roger with a single punch!"
Ron's gaze then shifted to the newly acquired skill, Sky-Splitter Sword Draw.
"The description is way too simple—: Can split the sky and shatter galaxies!"
"Based on experience, the more overpowered the skill, the simpler the description."
Ron slowly raised his right hand and lightly traced a line in the air as if drawing an invisible trajectory.
At that moment, an indescribable power began to surge within him.
As his focus intensified, this power gradually took shape, ultimately manifesting as an ethereal yet razor-sharp sword energy.
Though this sword energy appeared transparent, the aura it emitted was extraordinarily sharp, sending an involuntary chill down one's spine.
It not only contained immense offensive power but also carried a terrifying killing intent—as if a mere flick could sever all obstacles in its path.
Over time, the "sword" composed of pure energy grew increasingly distinct, its once blurred form gradually taking on sharp contours until it resembled a genuine blade suspended in midair.
Simultaneously, its power continued to intensify, with each breath revealing the swelling might contained within.
Yet such formidable power came at a cost.
Maintaining this highly condensed sword energy demanded tremendous physical and mental exertion.
As the sword energy persisted, Ron could clearly feel his internal energy rapidly depleting, fine beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead.
He knew that unless he swiftly dealt with the enemy before him, he would soon face unprecedented weakness.
Therefore, extreme caution was required when employing this technique—it must deliver maximum effect to defeat the opponent while ensuring his own safety remained uncompromised.
"Another life-saving trump card secured!"