Slip-Slip Fruit Rhapsody

Moya rested in the center of the supplies, devouring meat and fruit with frantic, wide-mouthed bites.

The pirates were scattered about; some were roasting meat, while others knelt obediently on the ground, their faces etched with terror.

Alvida, bound and sprawled on the ground, watched Moya with wide, fearful eyes.

A fierce-looking pirate was busy fawning over Moya, as he was the only one who could grasp a fraction of what Moya intended.

Because of this, Moya kept him close, using him as a "half-baked" translator.

Most of the pirates on the island had already been cowed into submission by Moya's martial prowess.

Moya ate the sweetest fruits and the finest roasted meat, silently restoring his strength.

At the same time, he pondered the path of developing the Slip-Slip Fruit. Any fan of One Piece knew the old saying:

"There are no weak Devil Fruits, only weak Devil Fruit users."

Moya had always contemplated this statement; it seemed correct, yet somehow entirely wrong.

Between the Mole-Mole Fruit and the Azure Dragon Fruit, anyone with a brain knew which one to pick.

He recalled other Devil Fruit users with abilities similar to the Slip-Slip Fruit.

The most comparable was Empress Boa Hancock's Love-Love Fruit.

Or perhaps the Wash-Wash Fruit of the Marine Vice Admiral and Chief Staff Officer Tsuru, and the Paw-Paw Fruit of the tyrant Bartholomew Kuma.

All of these could be developed into mental or supernatural abilities that seemed entirely unrelated to the fruit's base power.

For instance, the Love-Love Fruit's petrification through charm, the Wash-Wash Fruit's ability to cleanse the evil from one's heart, or the Paw-Paw Fruit's ability to repel pain, compress air, and teleport.

It was evident that the development of a Devil Fruit's power was largely determined by the user's own direction.

As a Marine, Chief Staff Officer Tsuru possessed a kind and righteous character, and she desired to reform the hearts of criminal pirates, guiding them back to the right path.

Thus, she was able to develop the ability to wash away the evil in their hearts.

As for the Empress's Love-Love Fruit developing petrification, Moya was completely baffled; it had absolutely no connection to the fruit's nature.

Could it be related to the legend of the Gorgon sisters of Amazon Lily and their petrifying gaze?

And as for the tyrant Bartholomew Kuma, he was a member of the Revolutionary Army. In its early days, the Revolutionary Army was often short on medicine and supplies, and its members suffered many injuries.

It made perfect sense that Kuma had consciously developed his powers toward healing, leading to the creation of his pain-repelling technique.

Of course, Kuma was also a man of immense talent.

In his hands, the Paw-Paw Fruit could perform wonders, spawning a vast array of abilities.

Air compression, air cannons, pain-repelling, space-time travel, teleportation, and so on.

It was a bug-tier fruit that combined offense, healing, and mobility into one.

Moya analyzed his situation; the most pressing problem he needed to solve was the language barrier.

Therefore, he desperately needed to develop the Slip-Slip Fruit into an ability that would allow him to learn languages rapidly.

For example, by stealing the memories of others.

Moya pondered...

He placed his hand on Alvida's head, activated the power of the Slip-Slip Fruit, and concentrated, his mind fixated on the intention of viewing Alvida's memories.

Memory, memory, where are the memories?

Alvida looked terrified, struggling slightly but not daring to make any large movements.

Moya experimented again and again, beginning to sense Alvida's emotions as he attempted to read her memories.

There was a slight effect, but Moya could always feel a barrier preventing him from viewing Alvida's memories.

Moya let go and began to think, while Alvida let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Moya struck Alvida's neck with a sharp hand-chop, knocking her unconscious.

He showed no martial honor whatsoever, launching a sneak attack on a bound, one-legged fat woman.

The surrounding pirates gasped in unison, but none dared to move.

Alvida, their former captain, had often beaten and cursed them; seeing the ugly woman struck down, they actually felt a strange, small sense of satisfaction.

Ignoring them, Moya continued to activate the power of the Slip-Slip Fruit.

Finally, after multiple attempts, Moya felt that the barrier had vanished—likely because the test subject had lost consciousness.

However, he still couldn't see anything; it was like a computer filled with countless video files, but lacking a media player.

Moya wondered, if he could extract the memories, copy them like a USB drive, and place them into his own mind, would he be able to see them?

Action followed thought; Moya activated his power once more.

This time, he could seemingly see clusters of memories floating in an orderly fashion within Alvida's mind, and Moya immediately extracted a small cluster, sliding it into his own consciousness.

Boom.

Moya felt a massive wave of memory fragments flood into his mind; these were Alvida's memories from the past few days.

This left Moya pleasantly surprised; this ability would allow him to learn the common language of the One Piece world in a very short time.

Perhaps in the future, he could even steal others' swordsmanship, taijutsu experience, or Haki cultivation experience; this truly made Moya's heart surge with excitement.

"Slip-Slip Fruit: Memory Sliding Technique"

This was the name Moya had given to this ability!

The Slip-Slip Fruit could actually transmute conceptual memories into memory orbs; truly, Devil Fruits were just that devoid of logic.

Moya once again extracted memory orbs from Alvida's mind. These orbs were like individual video files, and Moya's Slip-Slip Fruit acted like a USB transfer device.

Moya continuously browsed through the memories, filtering out the useful ones and discarding the trash.

However, there seemed to be a drawback: anyone subjected to this ability, if their memories were completely extracted, would essentially lose their mind and become brain-dead.

The Slip-Slip Fruit lacked the ability to modify memories; it could only slide the memory orbs out and into his own mind for him to view.

The subject would lose those memories permanently.

Moya sighed; after all, it wasn't Pudding's memory-manipulating Devil Fruit, so he couldn't alter memories at will.

But who knew to what extent the fruit's power could be developed in the future?

Moya was already initially satisfied, as he could now rapidly master the common language of the pirate world.

Activating the fruit's power required a significant amount of stamina, so Moya kept extracting Alvida's memories while continuously eating.

The focus was on the deepest layers—the memories of her childhood. Moya browsed through Alvida's language-learning memories from a first-person perspective.

The sun set and the sky gradually darkened, and Moya finally opened his eyes. The pirates nearby, who hadn't dared to move, began to grow nervous.

Moya looked at a fierce-looking pirate and said, somewhat stiffly and unpracticed, "What is your name?"

The fierce pirate was startled. This little errand boy—no, this vicious young man—could actually speak now.

But he dared not hesitate. "Captain, my name is Dis. Does the Captain have any orders?"

"Dis? Good, Dis. Start calling them to assemble and transport the supplies back to the ship," Moya commanded.

"Understood, Captain!" Dis replied.

Relying on Moya's prestige, Dis began ordering the other pirates to work.

Under Moya, their new leader, the pirates finally began to bustle about again. To these low-level pirates, whoever was the strongest was the boss!

At this moment, Alvida woke up, looking around blankly with drool running down the corner of her mouth, just like a simpleton. Moya fell silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry, but this is a world where the weak are prey to the strong!"

Moya knew that it was his own reckless extraction and sliding of Alvida's memory orbs in search of useful intelligence and language skills that had caused most of her memories to be permanently lost and destroyed, leaving her demented—or rather, reduced to the state of an infant.

But Moya would not regret it. He would not abandon his resolve to survive and become stronger for the sake of some trash pirate!

Seeing that the supplies were almost finished being moved, Dis walked over and bowed.

"Captain, everything has been moved. Shall we set sail?"

"Let's go. Set sail!" Moya took the lead and headed toward the pirate ship.

Dis looked at the now-demented former captain, Alvida, and gritted his teeth.

He followed Moya, leaving Alvida alone on the deserted island, her fate left to the heavens.

However, a gunshot rang out, and a bloody hole appeared in Alvida's forehead.

"How could I possibly leave behind a hidden danger?"

The murmur drifted, echoing across the quiet island.