The Devil's Devouring Power

Was it really that exaggerated?

Dimon was rather disdainful of Golden Lion's reaction. He looked Shakky over—she really was a stunning beauty, but it wasn't to such an outrageous extent.

All he could say was that they were simps!

Everyone in the Rocks Pirates was a simp. Only Whitebeard was slightly better, but Whitebeard was the quietly smitten type, while the others were blatantly so.

"Hello, I'm Dimon."

Shakky wore a sweet smile. She seemed somewhat different from the personality Dimon remembered her having in her sixties. The younger Shakky appeared gentler and more reserved.

"I've heard of you—the new member of the Rocks Pirates, Dimon the brewer. Your first bounty was as high as 500 million."

Dimon had no interest in explaining his bounty and simply asked, "What brings you to my little bar?"

"I heard Rocks and the others mention yesterday that you have a special kind of fine wine here. Whoever drinks it gains the power of eternal youth and immortality."

Shakky's eyes were filled with curiosity. She hadn't believed it at first, but Kaido had demonstrated it for her on the spot, leaving her no choice but to believe.

Hearing that, Dimon couldn't help looking at Golden Lion.

"...Let me explain, Dimon!" Golden Lion gave an awkward laugh. "A bunch of us got drunk at Shakky's bar yesterday and accidentally let it slip. It was really an accident!"

Naturally, Dimon didn't believe him. He was a man too—how could he not understand men?

They had definitely gotten carried away with drinking and started bragging in front of a beautiful woman, only to let the secret slip as they boasted.

"It doesn't matter. I never intended to hide it anyway." Dimon shook his head. "Miss Shakky, if you wish to taste the Elixir of Immortality, please exchange a Devil Fruit for it."

Shakky blinked. "If the effect is real, that is indeed a reasonable price. But could you let me try it first?"

"No."

Without even thinking, Dimon flatly refused.

Shakky pursed her lips, her eyes helpless. "Can't you make an exception?"

He actually wasn't swayed by her beauty?

"No."

"Alright..."

Shakky sighed.

At that moment, Golden Lion transformed into a knight in shining armor.

"Dimon, don't be so stingy. Since Shakky wants a drink, just give her one. I'll find you a Devil Fruit afterward!"

Dimon gave him a disdainful look. "That won't work either. Rules can't be broken. Besides, why not give her your cup?"

"That won't work!" Golden Lion immediately shook his head, instantly sobering up.

Dimon smiled. "The wine will be brewed tonight. Go tell Rocks that I'll deliver it to them this evening."

"Really?"

With immortality before him, beauty was immediately pushed aside.

Golden Lion's eyes lit up, and he burst into laughter. "Zehahahaha! I'll notify Rocks. We'll be waiting for your good news at the Skull Grand Hotel tonight!"

With that, he immediately flew away.

The so-called Skull Grand Hotel was the massive building at the center of Hachinosu Island—a dirt-yellow skull head that was, in fact, a hotel carved out within it.

Most members of the Rocks Pirates lived there.

Dimon didn't like the place. It was too lively. He preferred peace and quiet, so he usually stayed on the second floor of the Elixir of Immortality Bar.

Once Golden Lion left, Dimon looked at Shakky and spoke bluntly.

"Is there anything else?"

"No... Well, I'm sorry for making such an excessive request just now. Please don't mind it."

Shakky winked at Dimon. "My bar is on the third street to the west. You're welcome to come by anytime~"

With that, she left as well.

That woman exuded charm everywhere she went, and she had quite a nice personality too. No wonder she was so popular.

Dimon watched her leave, then returned to the bar counter and took out a stack of wanted posters, flipping through them one by one.

They were all pirates on the island. Some had high bounties, some low. Naturally, Rocks had the highest, while the lowest was even worth only ten million.

Half an hour quietly passed as he read through them, and Orsea came in for work.

"Lord Dimon, I'm sorry. I'm late today."

"You don't need to come clean every day. There usually won't be any customers here."

"Oh..."

Orsea was like a wilted rabbit, her tone dejected as she silently picked up a broom and began sweeping up trash that perhaps didn't even exist.

After thinking about it, Dimon could only say, "Usually, just bring lunch and dinner over."

As for breakfast, he didn't eat it at all.

"Yes, Lord Dimon!" Orsea instantly perked up and nodded energetically.

"Oh, right. I have a task for you."

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Dimon pulled a wanted poster from a stack and handed it to her. "Give this to Rocks. Have them capture this man and lock him in the basement."

"Grandpa Rocks?"

Orsea accepted the wanted poster and examined it carefully.

"Amputator" Monroe Officer of the Hell Pirates Heinous criminal Dead or alive Bounty: 55,000,000 Beli

"Did this pirate offend you?" Orsea asked curiously.

After spending some time together, she had discovered that Lord Dimon was easy to talk to, and her courage had gradually grown.

Dimon tapped her little head. "Don't ask. Go."

"Yes~"

Once the little princess left, Dimon was alone in the bar again.

During this time, it wasn't as though he had done nothing but loaf around in the bar every day. He had collected the wanted posters of most of the bounty criminals on the island.

The purpose... was naturally to devour them.

Considering that Rocks and his group of followers were only moderately strong, and there were only twelve of them, Dimon's initial targets could not be too powerful.

A criminal with a bounty of 55 million Beli was perfect for testing the waters.

"First, I'll test the demon's devouring power and see exactly what levels of effects it has."

That evening, a little past seven.

It was still that basement used to summon demons.

At the center of the pentagram magic circle, "Amputator" Monroe had already been tightly bound. A rag was stuffed into his mouth, leaving him unable to do anything but mumble.

Kuro knelt before Dimon, his tone respectful.

"Lord Dimon, the target has been captured!"

"Were you exposed?"

"No. We were very discreet. There are countless pirates on this island. People die and disappear every day; it won't draw attention."

"Good. You may leave."

Dimon waved his hand, dismissing them.

Then he walked up to Monroe and removed the rag from his mouth.

"You're... the new recruit of the Rocks Pirates! A Great Pirate with a bounty of 500 million!" Monroe said in terror. "Why did you capture me? I never offended you!"

"Since when did pirates care about whether someone offended them?"

With a lift of his hand, black lightning flickered, and a bottle of Elixir of Immortality appeared in Dimon's palm.

He poured a glass and held the cup filled with red liquid out to Monroe.

"Drink it. Ordinary people don't get the chance to taste this. A single glass is worth a Devil Fruit."

"What?"

Monroe hurriedly shook his head. Though he had no idea what it was, he did not dare drink it.

Dimon simply gripped his jaw and forced it down his throat.

Then, without giving him any chance to resist, he pressed a hand against his forehead.

"Devour!"

He silently spoke the word in his heart.

The next instant, Monroe's entire body began to twist, turning into something like dust as Dimon absorbed him bit by bit.

Monroe's eyes were filled with terror. He struggled desperately to survive, but bound so tightly, he was powerless to resist what was happening.

In the end, he vanished completely, not even leaving behind the clothes he wore.

It was as though he had never existed.

"Whew..."

Dimon closed his eyes and silently digested the experience and knowledge he had absorbed.

Monroe's combat experience, navigational knowledge, and everything from his step-by-step voyage from West Blue to this place all became Dimon's.

"So that's how it is. As expected of a demon's devouring power."

Dimon slowly opened his eyes, his heart utterly calm.

He had erased a pirate without leaving behind even the slightest trace.

Everything had turned into nourishment, strengthening him.

Dimon clenched his fist and thought, The improvement is considerable, and there don't seem to be any side effects. But digesting it will take some time.