Eye of the Devil

Normally, after eating this Devil Fruit, Carlos could have left, but with a great opportunity right in front of him, Carlos decided to go all the way!

Chaos is a ladder to rise!

Only by throwing the Mafia into chaos could he climb higher more easily. Carlos had his own habits: either don't do it, or do it thoroughly!

Since he had become a member of the Mafia, he would reach the pinnacle of this profession; since he had infiltrated this place, he would maximize his profits!

Sailing? Not a chance, at least not now. His strength wasn't enough yet. He could still get by in the West Blue, but heading to the Grand Line would be extremely dangerous, and the New World would be a near-certain death!

He was still young and needed time to strengthen his power and influence. This year is Oceanic Era 1498, the year Roger would become the Pirate King. He had plenty of time. In the future, he would surely become famous across the seas and a major figure in the world!

The path to becoming a big shot starts here!

In the darkness of the night, a pair of Crimson Eyes appeared in the dark room, exuding a strong sense of ominous evil... Those Crimson Eyes slowly and steadily approached the bedroom, quietly opened the bedroom door, and entered, like a cat prowling in the night, silent and soundless!

Opening the door and approaching the bedroom without a sound wasn't something just anyone could do; it required meticulous control over one's body. Carlos, having practiced martial arts for about twenty years in both his past and present lives, had achieved an extremely high level of bodily control, always operating in the most energy-efficient state, no matter what he was doing.

Two figures lay on the wide, luxurious bed. The Sharingan's ability greatly enhanced his perception, allowing him to vaguely discern their identities in the dim light. He extended his right hand, forming a claw, and instantly grabbed Mike Moxie's throat. With a burst of strength, a crack echoed as his neck was instantly snapped!

Mike Moxie, while sleeping, had his neck broken and met his end.

His cold gaze shifted to the woman beside Mike Moxie. He hesitated for a moment before ultimately not acting.

It was also this woman's luck that she slept very soundly and wasn't awakened by the sound of bone breaking, otherwise, she wouldn't have survived.

Carlos never hesitated when he needed to act, but he wasn't a cold-blooded and heartless person. Going all the way was for enemies who could threaten him. As for a sleeping woman who knew nothing, there was no need to deal with her; it would be an unnecessary move.

Carlos simply viewed killing as a means to solve problems and handle matters, valuing its directness.

He felt no psychological burden in killing Mike Moxie. As the Patriarch of a Mafia family, his hands were already stained with blood. Even without any personal grudges, even if Mike Moxie was nominally the boss of his boss's boss, he would have acted without hesitation for his ambition. However, when it wasn't necessary, it was better to commit less bloodshed.

In short: he could kill, but it wasn't necessary.

After dispatching Mike Moxie, Carlos silently retreated and returned the way he came, arriving behind the villa.

Byakugan, activate!

Carlos closed his eyes, then opened them again. The crimson Sharingan disappeared, his black pupils turning completely pale, veins bulging on the sides of his brows. The world in his eyes underwent a drastic change, leaving only black and white. His vision rapidly extended, nothing like mountains, rocks, or trees could block it. As his gaze shifted, the defensive situation of the back mountain was completely exposed.

He had been cautious on his way in, but on his way out, Carlos was much bolder. He easily dodged various sentries and reached the cliff at the back of the mountain. His fingers hooked like claws, and he slowly descended the cliff.

After reaching the bottom of the cliff, Carlos didn't leave immediately. He spent some effort clearing the clear tracks left on the beach before finally leaving and returning to the Clover Tavern.

With the Byakugan's X-ray vision, avoiding people he might encounter was incredibly easy.

The rewards from this adventure were truly worth it. Fortune favors the bold, and he had bet correctly!

The Devil Fruit he consumed was named the Eye of the Devil, a very rare Special Paramecia. The only Special Paramecia mentioned in the original work was Katakuri's Mochi Mochi Fruit!

The abilities of the Eye of the Devil were in no way inferior to the Mochi Mochi Fruit, and in his hands, it would only become stronger, not inferior to a Logia-type!

Its ability was to simulate, evolve, and even create various eyes with strange abilities!

This ability was not of great value to the people of this world, as their knowledge and imagination were limited. At most, they could only achieve an introductory level in developing this Devil Fruit.

Carlos was different. In terms of Dojutsu, his knowledge far surpassed that of the people in this world!

Sharingan, Mangekyo Sharingan, Byakugan, Rinnegan, Tenseigan, Yin-Yang Eye, Ghost Eye, Illusion Breaking Eye, Shinigami Eye, Death Beam Eye, Fiery Golden Eyes, Third Eye, and various other eyes with strange abilities!

Cataracts, glaucoma, presbyopia, myopia, hyperopia, etc., did not count...

Therefore, this Devil Fruit could only unleash its most terrifying power in Carlos's hands. The so-called Paramecia-type "Staring Fruit" was too weak in front of this Special Paramecia, the Eye of the Devil!

However, there were pros and cons. Although this Devil Fruit was very strong, it also had some limitations.

The first condition: To simulate, evolve, and create various eyes with strange abilities, at least a concept was needed. The more detailed the concept, the greater the completeness, and the greater the power displayed.

The second condition: The power displayed by the Eye of the Devil and its development level were closely related to stamina and mental strength.

This was a bit special for the Eye of the Devil. Other Devil Fruits had little to no relation to mental strength, only to stamina and development level.

Activating the Devil Fruit required a considerable amount of mental strength. The current ratio of stamina to mental strength was eight to two. Both stamina and mental strength had to be consumed simultaneously to exert power.

This was why Carlos could currently only use a one-tomoe Sharingan and a normal Byakugan.

The reason for the development level was very small. There were many concepts of various strange eyes in Carlos's mind, especially the concepts of eyes from Naruto were the clearest.

It was mainly the limitation of stamina and mental strength. His current stamina and mental strength could only allow him to freely use a one-tomoe Sharingan and a normal Byakugan. If he disregarded the consumption and side effects, he could unleash a two-tomoe Sharingan, and the power of the Byakugan would also increase somewhat.

But it was impossible to use the Mangekyo Sharingan with its various mysterious and powerful abilities at the moment. Rinnegan, Tenseigan, or Byakugan with extremely high purity, such as the Byakugan as pure as Ōtsutsuki Hamura's, or Ōtsutsuki Kaguya's Byakugan, which was even more powerful than Hamura's, were out of the question.

If he forcibly used them, he would suffer from stamina and mental strength depletion and die instantly, faster than a sudden death!

If he could directly use those strange and powerful eyes, there would be no need to kill Mike Moxie and cause chaos within the Mafia. He could easily make the entire Mike Family submit, and Iron Island would fall under his control overnight...

Although it was a bit difficult at the moment, it didn't matter. The future was incredibly bright!

He didn't have to painstakingly develop his Devil Fruit or research techniques like other users. He only needed to spend a little time on his Devil Fruit.

His main focus would be on how to enhance his stamina and mental strength to the maximum extent and with the greatest efficiency!

Before his Devil Fruit awakened, the power of his Devil Fruit would increase with his stamina and mental strength. In the future, he would have to be even harsher on himself!

On the way back, Carlos was already contemplating how to be harsh on himself, and in a planned manner. Slacking off would not do.

He secretly returned to the Clover Tavern, restored everything to its original state, put on his black suit again, and sat in a chair. He gulped down the unfinished wine noisily, spilled some wine on his clothes, made the smell of alcohol heavier, and finally slumped onto the messy table to sleep soundly...