Lord of Devils
Description: An ability obtained through datafication interference, relying on a special constitution and integrating traits such as Little Celestial.
Effect: The holder gains compatibility with Devil Fruits and generates Devil Slots based on overall quality.
Each Devil Slot can store one Devil Fruit ability. An Awakened ability occupies two slots.
The number of slots can expand as overall quality improves. Devil abilities of the same system can fuse with one another, and superior and inferior abilities can be integrated.
However, the devil will within them must be killed, or the holder will suffer the backlash of the devil will.
At the same time, as the Lord of Devils, the holder can, on the basis of mutual fusion, sacrifice other devil abilities to designate and generate a devil aggregate.
Before this devil aggregate takes form, a conceptual direction must be assigned to it, and the other devil abilities used as nourishment must be compatible with that conceptual direction.
After paying the price, a new devil will be formed.
Current Slots: 2/6
This was the result Ren had obtained by spending resources beside the Reincarnation Pool.
Blackbeard's constitutional ability, under the enhancement of the Dimensional Roulette, had been maximized for profit.
Or rather, it had become a terrifying trait that completely integrated Ren's many aspects related to devil abilities and formed them into a single whole.
"Based on overall quality," to put it plainly, meant strength. If he was strong enough, he could generate Devil Slots without an upper limit.
The slot-based expression was most likely because Devil Fruits truly could not coexist with one another.
However, judging from the later description, as long as they belonged to the same system, then as long as he was strong enough, superior and inferior fruits could still be integrated.
The prerequisite was killing the devil dwelling within.
That was no easy thing.
Back on Skypiea, the Rumble Devil that had awakened had nearly killed Ren on the spot.
The devil consciousness dwelling inside a Devil Fruit would never be weak.
Once it awakened, it would most likely be at the level of Awakening.
If it were something based purely on martial force, that would still be manageable. But if it were a rule-based devil ability like Sugar's, then its troublesome nature would be no less than facing a Yonko in person.
If he wanted to use what appeared to be the most important, and also final, ability among the Lord of Devils traits, the process would not be simple or easy.
It could even be called a "great battle."
But likewise, the returns were visible to the naked eye.
The description stated that he could designate a concept as the direction, then provide devil abilities compatible with that direction as fuel.
Through this method, he could create a composite devil ability.
To some extent, this formula was not much different in effect from a Synthesis Scroll.
"Sun…"
Ren's first reaction was this: the final form that would be integrated and perfectly adapted to his own power system.
He had at least three Devil Fruits that could serve as fuel, and all of them were highly compatible.
The One Piece world also had a legend of a sun god.
But that referred to the legendary Nika, which was the true nature of the Gum-Gum Fruit possessed by Luffy.
The white warrior symbolizing freedom and liberation, Sun God Nika.
Its full name was the Zoan-Type Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Model: Nika.
But what Ren envisioned was the true sun in the literal sense.
Absolute violence! Absolute destruction! Absolute authority!
Flame was his servant. Lightning was his authority. Plasma was his source of power.
Therefore, one sun was not the same as another.
At least, that was what Ren thought.
There was obviously no need to explain too much of this to Nami and the others.
So Ren sent them off to handle other matters.
This was not a stalling tactic. There was indeed necessary action to be taken.
Because just now, the Revolutionary Army had called, saying that they had detected a fleet under Big Mom setting out.
The one leading it was Charlotte Katakuri, and the monsters among the Big Mom Pirates were also participating in this operation.
At first, they thought the fleet was going to pick up the scraps from Whitebeard.
But after further investigation, they learned that this fleet's target was Kuja Island within the Calm Belt.
Yes.
Kuja Island.
The Big Mom Pirates' fleet had such a clear target.
Although Kuja was located in the Calm Belt, with the power of a Yonko and the caliber of the monsters under her command, finding Kuja and landing there would not be difficult.
They had not even tried to hide it.
The Revolutionary Army, which had planted hidden agents within Yonko territories in advance, naturally obtained this information.
They hurriedly notified Ren so he could prepare. After all, everyone knew that Kuja, including Hancock, belonged to Ren.
Regarding this, Ren did not find it particularly surprising.
Embracing Hancock during the Marineford War had not been some casual gesture.
He had also considered the chain reactions that would follow. He simply had not expected Big Mom to truly seize this opportunity.
It was just that the fact she had not personally mobilized made Ren somewhat dissatisfied.
The past was the past, and now was now.
Before, he could not defeat Kaido. Now, beating up Big Mom was more than manageable.
As a result, Big Mom was still looking at the current him with her old perspective and had no intention of coming personally.
That made Ren, who wanted to fight a Yonko, feel as if he had been looked down upon.
In any case, the threat of the grand fleet did exist.
Ren himself had no interest in fighting that battle, but he could leave it to his subordinates to handle.
Nami, Nojiko, Zoro, the angels, and those combat forces also needed actual battle to test them.
Of course, before that, there was something else to do.
"Find a secluded place."
Ren described his requirements and had Hancock search for a place suitable for seclusion.
This was what he was going to do next: carry out a partial group enhancement.
The hard flaw of the Space-Time: The Creator card was its unit of time.
That thing only recognized conversion from human lifespans. It did not recognize animal lifespans.
And when it consumed resources, it was as exaggerated as a gas-guzzling tiger. Of course, its effects were just as exaggerated.
It was simply that in most circumstances, Ren found it difficult to locate that many prey to replenish it.
He could not exactly go slaughter civilians, could he?
Fortunately, because of this Marineford War, the Temporal Mist he had arranged in advance had absorbed a massive amount of time units.
The quantity was so great that it was enough for Ren to execute similar enhancements more than a dozen times!
In other words, he could now be much more lavish!
Hancock was somewhat confused by this, but she still sent people to prepare according to Ren's requirements.
While waiting, Ren "happened" to stroll into Hancock's bedchamber.
"What are you trying to do?"
Hancock's eyes were somewhat wary. Today, she had already been taken advantage of several times.
Speaking of which, her conflict with Nami had happened because of this bastard. If not for this bastard leaving handprints…
In short, Hancock had now turned back into a hedgehog.
"Rest for a bit. If you have objections to a lap pillow, then I don't mind using this instead."
With ill intentions, Ren reached out and pressed his index finger against Hancock's red lips.
"This place seems to belong to me, doesn't it? How it's used is also my business, right?"
"…"
Hancock's expression stiffened. Her hands, hidden behind her back, clenched into fists.
But afterward, she still gave a cold snort, then summoned her great serpent and sat upon it.
That peerlessly beautiful face was as cold as frost, yet it somehow gave off an inexplicably pleasant feeling.
It was the sort of sensation of someone "showing you her panties with a face full of disgust."
Putting everything else aside, Ren at least found teasing Hancock every now and then extremely interesting.
Watching the Empress from his memories, who had been so arrogant she looked down on everything, act like a wronged young wife in front of him.
Perhaps this, too, was one of the perks of transmigration.
But when Ren's gaze moved downward, his expression became somewhat regretful.
"You didn't put them on?"
"We do not like pitch-black things!"
"Is that so?"
Ren sat on the raised tail of the great serpent, then very casually reached out and pulled those long, slender, well-proportioned, elastic legs into his arms.
A delicate sensation spread across his palms. Her snow-white skin was as warm and smooth as jade.
Hancock, meanwhile, twitched twice as though she had been shocked. Unable to resist the man's strength, she could only say in embarrassed anger, "What are you doing?! Weren't you asking for a lap pillow? Why are you touching my feet?!"
"I just think it'd be too much of a waste if you didn't wear black stockings."
Ren mischievously held her exquisite ankle and refused to let go.
"Aren't you afraid your women will see?"
Hancock launched an "attack" like a bristling cat.
Ren fell silent for a moment, then revealed a helpless expression.
"…Shameful as it is to say, they'd probably be thrilled if I went somewhere else to release my energy."
That was the truth. After the sleepless day and night aboard the Judgment, Vivi, unable to endure the campaign, had kicked him over to Nami. After that, before they even arrived at Kuja, Nami had told him to get lost.
"…"
This time, it was Hancock's turn to fall silent.
But those hands were still misbehaving on her legs, even beginning to creep upward.
She had no choice but to concede, gritting her silver teeth as she said, "Next time, definitely!"
"Good."
Ren instantly let go, then reclined against her and placed his head upon Hancock's crossed thighs.
The soft sensation allowed the tension that had built up over these past days to relax slightly.
Calculating and scheming every day did not waste much physical stamina, but it was very draining mentally.
Especially because he clearly understood this was a complete world. Ren always had to calculate three steps ahead for every single step he took.
The result was rising mental pressure.
After all, he was still just an "ordinary person."
After briefly indulging in this gentle refuge, Ren quickly regained his reason.
Without getting up, his crimson eyes flickered with the light of thought.
Counting the time, that side should be almost ready too, right?
Just as this thought appeared, the Den Den Mushi in his pocket began to ring.
Ren smiled.
The Marineford War had ended that day, but for the world, it ended only when the World Economic Journal's newspapers appeared.
When News Coos filled the sky, carrying countless newspapers, one heavy piece of news after another fell into the "lake" that was the world.
They stirred up towering waves.
What?!
The Pirate King had a bloodline?!
What?!
Whitebeard knew too?!
What?
The Marines knew this, so they planned to deal with Ace and the Whitebeard Pirates together?!
What?
A Warlord betrayed them, and Demon Ren switched sides on the battlefield?!
What?
Red Hair arrived on the battlefield, and the Marines faced a two-Yonko formation?
What…
What…
After a whole string of shocking revelations, the stimulation threshold of the civilians throughout the world had been forcibly raised by a great deal.
Major news that would have been discussed for months in the past now rained chaotically into their sight.
So much so that many people felt as if they were dreaming.
However, the facts were just that. They could not be changed in the slightest.
Tesoro, who was aboard the Gran Tesoro at the time, deeply agreed with this. He then threw away the newspaper and summoned Tanaka to make a series of preparations.
And now, he had already prepared his pledge of allegiance!
(End of Chapter)