"A mysterious Logia-type Devil Fruit?"
Garen paused slightly at that, then shook his head without hesitation. "I'm not interested."
Garen had long since asked the system whether he could eat a Devil Fruit, and the answer he received was:
He could eat one, but he couldn't use it.
More precisely, he couldn't use it in Data Mode.
Although the body in Data Mode shared basic attributes such as vitality and strength with Garen's physical body, strictly speaking, it was merely a game character controlled by Garen, the player. That was why he could perform all sorts of actions that defied reality but conformed to virtual settings.
Accordingly, a Devil Fruit could only grant abilities to Garen's true body. It had no way of adding a skill to Garen in Data Mode.
Garen had no intention of spending a fortune pursuing a Devil Fruit that would be useless in battle.
"Enough nonsense!"
Seeing that the other man still wanted to pester him, Garen impatiently barked at the slave trader posing as a salesman before him:
"I'm not interested in anything at your auction house!"
"If you dare block my way again—"
The slave trader's breathing caught, and the cold sweat that had just stopped on his forehead began pouring down again like a waterfall.
"Hmph!"
Garen snorted disdainfully, then turned to leave, dragging along the trembling Perona in his grasp.
The moment he turned around, Garen saw a familiar figure approaching from the direction of the island entrance.
It was a fat, dark-skinned man with a hearty smile on his face and a chivalrous air radiating from him, surrounded and followed by more than a dozen underlings as though he were the moon among stars.
Whether by chance or fate, their gazes collided in the air at that very instant.
After