"Waaah! Waaah!"
As soon as Ginny touched Perona, before she could even pick her up, Perona suddenly burst into tears.
The baby's crying seemed to have a controlling effect on Ginny, leaving her frozen in place, unsure of what to do.
After a moment of contemplation, Ginny took out a lollipop.
"Want some?"
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With a candy offensive, Ginny successfully stopped the other person's crying, but when she tried to carry the other person away, the crying started again.
"Don't be afraid, Brother Oran and I are very good friends. How about I take you to do something fun?"
"No, oh no!!"
"Hiss, Brother Oran, how exactly did you bring her back?"
Watching Perona run back to Oran's side and even take her lollipop, Ginny was a little curious about how Oran took care of the child.
Frankenstein was created by Oran, and Lyriana was raised by him from a young age, so it's reasonable for her to be close to him. But why is this girl he just picked up acting like this too?
"Oh, maybe she was frightened at first."
People all over the world know very little about Devil Fruits. Some users are seen as outcasts and devils in the eyes of ordinary people.
Especially those who are still young and haven't fully transformed their abilities into their own power to intimidate others are seen as complete freaks in their eyes.
Perona's abilities were so expressive that they were almost like ghosts; she was nearly buried alive by the local priest, though Lyliana stopped her, but Lyliana was too tall.
Perona's unusually large size made her feel like a rag doll in Leliana's hands. While this changed her fate, it also caused her considerable fright. Oran, on the other hand, made her feel more at ease, which ultimately led to the current situation.
Once she came to her senses, Perona had gotten used to Leliana's situation. However, Leliana was currently having a late-night snack in the cafeteria, and Oran was the only familiar face she felt at the scene.
"Alright, Perona, don't be afraid. Ginny is our friend and a very gentle person. Go with her. No one in this country is afraid of people with abilities."
That's your ability, not a curse, but a talent.
With Oran's reassurance, Ginny was able to take Perona away to carry out her next step in the plan, while Oran looked at Absalom standing to the side.
"Abu, are you still not recovered?"
"I'm sorry, Master, I didn't even realize the ability of a little girl. I've disappointed you."
"Don't be discouraged. That's just how Paramecia-type Devil Fruits are. Your Haki level isn't high enough, so there's nothing you can do against this kind of ability."
Perona is a user of the Spirit-Spirit Fruit. Although her direct combat strength isn't strong, the effects of the fruit are difficult to manage.
The strength of Paramecia-type Devil Fruits lies in this: although all kinds of strange and unusual abilities are considered Paramecia-type Devil Fruits, Paramecia-type fruits can be further classified.
Superhumans are those who alter the composition of their bodies, giving them the properties of other substances.
The creation-type fruits can create things out of thin air, but the most troublesome ones are those that grant superpowers.
Some fruits have multiple attributes; for example, Oran's Book-Book Fruit has both the characteristics of creation and superpowers.
Superpowers are the easiest way for the weak to defeat the strong. Before the opponent's Haki is strong enough to resist the influence of Devil Fruit abilities, not understanding the opponent's abilities means you've already lost half the battle.
"Are those ghosts... the power of the Spirit-Spirit Fruit?"
"Partly, she's still young and just uses her most basic abilities on instinct; that negative ghost is one of them."
Perona's Negative Ghost is a kind of hard control. Apart from a few people who have trained their Haki to the point that they can resist the effects of Devil Fruit abilities, there are only two types of people who can ignore the effects of Negative Ghost.
Either one's inner resolve is so strong as to be unshakable, or one's inner self is so negative and inferior that it cannot be lowered any further. Absalom clearly did not belong to either category, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses from that state.
"This won't do. Master, I'm going to get some special training from Brother Brand. I need to develop a man's spirit!"
After reflecting on his actions, Absalom went on to further his special training.
His own talent was limited, and his progress in developing Haki was much slower than others. He relied on the equipment and beast transformation potion provided by Oran, as well as the special properties of the Clear-Clear Fruit, to maintain a certain level of combat power.
Or rather, Absalom in this state is actually the normal subordinate of a Shichibukai, while the other members of Oran are actually a bit overpowered.
Whether it's the inherent racial talents of the Mink Tribe and the Bakania Tribe, the powerful enhancement from the Rumble-Rumble Fruit (a Logia-type Devil Fruit), or the uniqueness of their mechanical creations, they are all capable of standing alone.
Fortunately, Absalom did not become discouraged; instead, he took the initiative to seek out Brand for special training.
While Absalom was preparing for special training overnight, a communicator next to Oran rang. It wasn't a Den Den Mushi, but something like a radio.
Compared to radio, it has a longer transmission distance because there is no similar equipment at sea, and it is also more secure. Its user is Vegapunk.
"Punk, what's wrong?"
"Oran, I saw your tombstone there regarding Ohara."
"Oh, I see. Did you actually go to the site to see it?"
"We've met a few times, and as for Klopp, well, never mind, these things were all within my expectations."
I had this feeling from the moment he contacted me a few years ago, mentioned his real name, and stated his determination to uncover this dark history. But is this so-called "D" truly something the world government fears so much?
According to Cloba, the root of it all is D. Vegapunk doesn't think that a mere letter could have such an effect.
"Who knows? That thing is probably a very flexible thing in the eyes of the World Government. You say they don't care, but the name of D might bring you to your death."
You say they care? There are plenty of people with the name "D" serving in the Navy; perhaps it all depends on the executor's opinion.
"That might be right. You've heard of the Self-Defense Army, right? They've decided to turn their protests into armed struggle. I've given them your contact information, so someone might contact you in a while."
"I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I'll make things easy for them."
Vegapunk's phone call was mainly about this matter, but there was another thing he didn't mention. Vegapunk also intended to find out about that gap in his knowledge in his own way.
Except for a very few people, most people have gradually forgotten about Ohara, but something more serious has quietly arrived.
Inside Impel Down, a piercing alarm blared, and a hoarse voice echoed throughout the entire underwater prison.
"Oh no! The Golden Lion has escaped from prison!!"
Nothing today.
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