Rayleigh rubbed his forehead. "It's only natural for you to recruit people if you're heading to the New World, but the Tremor-Tremor Fruit is such a powerful ability. You'd better not give it away so casually. Entrusting it to the wrong person could bring huge trouble."
Ronglin hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "I don't want to eat it myself, and it's inconvenient to give it to someone else. All of a sudden, I don't even want this thing anymore."
Rayleigh was speechless. This was the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, something everyone dreamed of obtaining! What was with that look of disgust on his face? Was he trying to cause trouble? Was he seriously trying to cause trouble?
"The Tremor-Tremor Fruit is yours now. You can decide what to do with it yourself," Rayleigh said at last, unable to offer much advice. "I'll go coat your ship in a while. Come pick it up tomorrow."
"Alright, I'll leave it to you!" Ronglin stood and headed outside. "I'm going to look around and see whether there are any suitable people willing to join me."
Shakky watched Ronglin walk farther away and smiled gently. "He really is interesting!"
Rayleigh's expression shifted from serious to grave. "That man is extremely capable, and he fears neither pirates nor Celestial Dragons. People like that tend to cause catastrophes sooner or later. I have a very bad feeling about this."
Ronglin, who was casually strolling down the street, had no idea that Rayleigh now saw him as a walking troublemaker. He continued wandering leisurely, hoping that, like a protagonist in a novel, he would casually encounter powerful allies and, with a few minor schemes, ascend to supreme power.
Unfortunately, Ronglin's luck in this world clearly was not very good. As he walked down the street, people pointed at