An Irreplicable Miracle

"Just as I thought!" After remotely controlling the "scroll" back and seeing that its "paper" was indeed completely undamaged, Mousse finally relaxed completely and laughed with delight.

This was clearly an enhanced version of the Flap-Flap Fruit!

More precisely, it was a combination of the Ton-Ton, Stone-Stone, and Flap-Flap Fruits!

With Mousse driving it at full power, the "scroll" could reach speeds of over 270 kilometers per hour in flight. Given its terrifying mass of more than 300 tons, the impact it generated upon striking a target was horrifying just to imagine.

The "scroll's" paper surface was also incredibly thin, as sharp as a blade. When it slashed with such terrifying force, its indestructible nature also gave it an unmatched hardness. Just thinking about it was frightening!

"Even Seastone, perhaps even diamonds, might not be able to stop it? Diamond and Seastone may be hard, but they're both rather brittle. They probably can't withstand such a powerful impact." After recalling the scroll transformed from "Big Head," Mousse murmured a few thoughts before suddenly remembering a question he had long pondered.

"Come to think of it, Poneglyphs aren't brittle at all. Surviving cannon fire requires more than mere hardness. And if they weren't hard enough, the World Government could simply use diamond drills to destroy the inscriptions on them. They couldn't possibly have remained intact until now otherwise. In other words, Poneglyphs have hardness comparable to Seastone and diamonds, yet possess astonishing toughness. They should also be immune to heat, freezing, and corrosion. What kind of material are they?"

Questions were the starting point of research, but Poneglyphs could not be damaged at all. He could not even obtain a tiny corner or a speck of debris. Even if he wanted to study them, he had no way to begin, so Mousse could only keep the question buried in his heart for now.

Still, even if he only knew the result and not the reason behind it, that did not stop Mousse from enjoying the benefits brought by this unknown material.

Mousse's innate physique was rather ordinary. No matter how hard he trained, it would be difficult for him to become an expert in Body Techniques, and he might never even awaken Armament Haki in his life. Even if he were given one of the Supreme Grade Swords, he would not be able to unleash its full power.

Thus, this inherently powerful "Book Sword" was practically tailor-made for Mousse.

It was no wonder that Mousse, usually so calm, rarely showed such wild delight on his face. "For defense, it's the strongest shield. For offense, it can cut through anything. I can control it from a distance without risking close combat, and when I don't have the attention to control it, I can even let it attack automatically without worrying about it. It's simply perfect!"

But how could there truly be a perfect thing in this world?

Aside from the "nemesis" mentioned earlier, the "Book Sword" transformed from "Big Head" shared another common problem with ordinary swords: its slashes were far too sharp. One strike could cut someone cleanly in two before he could stop himself, and once a person was dead, there was no medicine for regret.

This problem was especially obvious because the "scroll" was propelled by inertia rather than the user's own strength. It was so obvious that even in his current state of exhilaration, Mousse had not overlooked it.

Normally, this issue could only be resolved after mastering advanced Armament Haki. But Mousse had a far simpler method—roll up the scroll and use it as a club. Once it became a blunt weapon, it would not be so easy to kill someone outright.

Well, not many people could survive getting smashed by a 300-ton blunt weapon either. But would anyone Mousse needed such a devastating weapon to deal with be as frail and weak as he was?

Thinking this, Mousse grabbed the scroll and casually swung it, only to discover that the scroll, which he had expected to be extremely difficult to wield, had become astonishingly light. Completely unprepared, he staggered and nearly fell again.

After regaining his footing, Mousse still looked stunned. "Why did it become so light? Is this the Book-Book Fruit's ability? As long as it's a book controlled by my power, no matter how heavy it is, I can't feel it? That isn't scientific, is it? Eliminating weight would be understandable, but now it's even eliminated inertia!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Mousse could not help laughing at himself. Talking about science in the world of One Piece?

After all, even the most fundamental law of conservation of mass and energy did not hold in the world of One Piece. Devil Fruits themselves were the most unscientific things imaginable!

"Still, this is a bit like Weihu's Vajra Pestle in Investiture of the Gods! Light as a blade of grass in the hand, heavy as Mount Tai when it strikes the body." Mousse quickly found a similar treasure in mythology, then lightly swung the scroll in his hand at a massive boulder nearly as tall as himself.

With a deafening boom, the huge boulder was sent flying on the spot, landing all the way out in the distant sea. Yet Mousse's small body was completely unaffected by the recoil. He merely shifted aside slightly to avoid the scattering fragments!

Looking at the "scroll" in his hand, Mousse sighed with emotion. "There might not be a weapon stronger than this anywhere in the world, right? To me, this is simply a miracle!"

But since it was a miracle, it naturally could not be replicated.

"Big Head" was the result of the combined power of two top-tier Paramecia Devil Fruits—the Soul-Soul Fruit and the Book-Book Fruit—acting upon the unique base material of a Poneglyph.

There would never again be a stronger material for a Homie that was also a book than a Poneglyph. And Devil Fruit abilities like the Soul-Soul Fruit, capable of coexisting with the powers of other Devil Fruits, were exceedingly rare.

An ability like the Book-Book Fruit, with its limitless possibilities, was even more unique. And monsters like Mousse, whose souls were unusually powerful enough to be divided and used to turn a Poneglyph into a Homie, were probably just as rare in this world.

"Big Head's" power greatly excited Mousse, but for Charlotte Linlin, whose childlike heart had never faded, it was the new ability to change forms that piqued her interest. She wanted to borrow it and play with it.

Mousse was worried that once lent out, it would never be returned, yet he did not dare refuse her directly. For a moment, he was at a loss.

Fortunately, after gaining a deeper understanding of Homies, Mousse had come up with a bold idea. Now was the perfect time to use it to divert his mother's attention. "Oh, right, Mom, let's hold a Tea Party soon!"

"A Tea Party? Mamamamama, I can get a whole pile of gifts again!" A heap of glittering treasure chests immediately appeared in Charlotte Linlin's mind, and her huge eyes curved into crescents as she smiled.

But as the saying went, even thieves had their code. Even Great Pirates, who seemed utterly lawless in the eyes of the world, had their own rules.

Tea Parties were wonderful, but they could not simply be held whenever they pleased. Moreover, Mousse's wording caught Charlotte Linlin's attention. "But what's the reason? Getting married again? There isn't a suitable match right now, though. And little Mousse, you said 'soon'? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Yes, before news of your declaration of war against the Navy spreads! Gather those big shots, then use your Soul-Soul Fruit ability to force them to stand with us in the war against the Navy. Take a portion of their souls as collateral! Didn't you say that independent Homies can only return their souls to their original owners if you personally dismiss them?" With an expression almost gritting his teeth, Mousse voiced an idea that, if revealed, would likely make him a Public Enemy of the World.

Mousse had been driven to desperation as well. If they had not already reached a life-or-death juncture where nothing else mattered, he would have buried this method, so similar to the Three Corpses Brain God Pill, in his heart forever.