One Piece: No One Understands Devil Fruits Better Than Me
“Only Haki can reign supreme over everything.”
This was the famous maxim of the Grand Line’s gold-medal instructor, Kaido of the Beasts, revered by countless people as unquestionable truth.
But Roy did not agree.
“Then let me ask you—if there were an ability user who could analyze and collect every Devil Fruit power, and was completely unaffected by Seastone or seawater… wouldn’t he be able to reach the very peak of this ocean through Devil Fruit abilities alone?”
To prove his belief, Roy began to take action.
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Many years later.
The Red Line—Holy Land Mariejois—is engulfed in blazing flames.
At the very top of Pangaea Castle, the one responsible hovers high in the sky.
His pristine Marine coat billows in the wind.
“Are you declaring war on the world?”
Facing the accusations of the Celestial Dragons, Roy simply grins.
“Haven’t I already been at war with the world?”
He smiles.
Those who follow him step out from behind.
The sight of the figures at the front plunges the entire scene into silence.
Everyone recognizes them.
They are the powerful individuals who, in recent years, have suddenly risen to fame across the seas.
Among them are assassins, revolutionaries, pirates, merchants, doctors…
Without exception, they are all overwhelming Devil Fruit users—and all belong to the same organization.
Rumor had it that this organization had a mysterious leader, the most dangerous criminal in all the seas today.
Now, the truth needs no explanation.
“You… you are…”
A legendary figure of the new generation of the Marines.
The most dangerous criminal on the seas.
From the very beginning, they were one and the same.
His name is… Roy Amos.
Hans felt as if he had been pardoned from death itself, and quickly shot Fal a look.
The two hurried toward the temporary holding cell’s exit, but just before leaving, one of them turned back to ask:
“Sir, once dinner is ready, should we bring you something?”
“Pizza and cola, thanks.”
Roy waved his hand, then added with emphasis:
“And make sure the cola is ice-cold!”
“Yes, sir!”
The sailors left the cabin.
Only the massive “Gladiator” Antolia—still wearing sea-stone handcuffs—remained, leaning against the cell wall and staring at Roy.
“Sounds like you and your men aren’t very popular within the Navy?”
He chuckled.
“More or less.”
Roy sat down casually on a sofa inside the cabin. He pulled a small hourglass from his coat and set it on the table.
As the sand began to fall, he turned his head lazily toward Antolia.
“But I hear Fleet Admiral Sengoku is considering raising the status of the Detention Unit.
Hmm? What about you—got something to say?”
He didn’t seem to mind having a casual chat with a criminal.
“No, that has nothing to do with it.”
Antolia spoke in a low voice.
“It’s simply because you’re too weak. If you were strong enough, no one would dare look down on you.”
“Status, money, power—only strength lets you take any of it. Look at me!”
He struggled and forced himself to sit up straighter.
“If not for these cuffs…”
His gaze shifted to a huge metal plate nearby—on top of it was a protrusion that resembled a handle.
It was the weapon submitted along with him when he was captured.
