Two God-Tier Devil Fruits

"Two circles!"

"Three of a kind!"

"Six characters."

"Quad, seven dots."

"Nine characters."

Gaia Building.

In the garden pavilion on the top floor, the clacking of mahjong tiles rang without pause.

With a cigarette between his lips and colorful beach shorts on, Chaos picked at his foot as he drew a tile, then called a quad on the seven dots.

That expression.

That demeanor.

He looked like a greasy lowlife!

Only one of his arms had grown back so far: his right arm, up to the elbow. The rest were golden arms.

It had only been a year.

There hadn't been enough time for Chaos to fully regenerate both arms.

Ivankov sat to his left, Kuma across from him, and Betty to his right.

Chaos had meant to continue practicing Future Prediction with Ivankov first thing that morning. For nearly a year, he and Ivankov had been practicing by predicting each other's predictions.

And since Chaos had faced a major crisis as soon as he awakened the ability, he had consolidated it quickly.

In just one year, Gai had learned to activate Future Prediction at will.

Ivankov had needed several years to stabilize his ability completely.

Awakening the power convinced Chaos that the Soul-Soul Fruit had truly carried on his talent.

Given enough time, surpassing the very top and breaking through the ceiling of combat strength wouldn't be a dream.

The only reason they were playing mahjong today was that Kuma had dragged him into it. Besides, he'd spent a year training and developing his abilities, so he figured he could slack off and relax for once.

He'd wanted to visit the Red Light District, but Kuma had been impossible to talk out of it.

Whoosh!

A streak of white light tore across the distant sky with a sharp whistle.