New Customer: Deadpool

After the blonde girl, another dozen or so people gradually came into Rosha's shop.

Honestly, the foot traffic in the shop was pretty decent.

But as always, once people saw the "glorious appearance" of the Devil Fruits, they all lost interest.

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon. With the day about to end, Rosha still had not sold a single Devil Fruit.

"Another day with nothing to show for it!"

Rosha looked helpless. He no longer had the energetic enthusiasm he had shown that morning, and simply lay limply across the counter, playing on his phone.

He had completely given up.

"Hell~o~"

Along with that extremely flirtatious-sounding voice, Rosha saw a man in a mask standing at the entrance to his shop.

What was going on?

Rosha's heart skipped a beat. Could he have run into a robber?

After all, in this land of freedom, "zero-dollar shopping" happened all the time. Even convenience stores got visited by such people.

But this was Rosha's first time encountering someone trying to make a zero-dollar purchase at a fruit shop.

"Don't be nervous. I'm not one of those low-level robbers. I actually hate those talentless guys the most."

Seeing that Rosha seemed to have misunderstood, the masked man waved his hand. "The reason I'm wearing a mask is because I just attended a carnival. I was cosplaying a deranged serial killer. See? I don't have any weapons in my hands."

Rosha looked him over and found that it was indeed true. The masked man's hands were empty, and he did not look like he had come for a zero-dollar purchase.

That made Rosha breathe a sigh of relief.

Still, he remained highly skeptical of what the masked man had said.

Even if this guy had really attended a carnival, it was over now. There was no need to keep wearing the mask, was there?

And for some reason, Rosha found the masked man's voice very familiar, as though he had heard it somewhere before.

But strangely, he had only been reincarnated into this world for a little over a month, and he did not know many people at all.

This voice did not sound like anyone he knew.

The masked man had no intention of taking off his mask and walked straight into the shop. "Actually, I was passing by and saw your strange shop, so I came in to see what Devil Fruits were... Are they these colorful things?"

Was this guy some kind of lunatic?

Was he really planning to keep that mask on the whole time?

Rosha grumbled inwardly.

But if he really was crazy, Rosha was actually a little happy, because a crazy person might be more likely to buy a Devil Fruit.

"That's right, sir. These are the Devil Fruits sold in my shop. They are very magical fruits."

"Shit, they really are these things? I thought they were decorations, or toys for children." The masked man sounded utterly incredulous.

"No, sir. They are fruits meant to be eaten. And these fruits possess incredibly magical powers that can grant whoever eats them extraordinary abilities."

As Rosha introduced them, he could not help feeling uneasy.

This was the crucial step. Up to now, most customers had turned around and left right here.

"Extraordinary abilities? Like the people in X-Men? That kind of ability?"

But the masked man did not leave. Instead, he looked extremely interested.

Rosha secretly rejoiced. Sure enough, people with something wrong with their heads were more reliable.

"That's right, sir!"

Pointing at one of the Smooth-Smooth Fruits, Rosha began introducing it. "For example, this fruit is called the Smooth-Smooth Fruit. You might wonder why it is called the 'Smooth-Smooth Fruit'..."

"Yes, exactly. Why is it called the 'Smooth-Smooth Fruit'? Because it feels as silky as touching lubricant when you bite into it?" The masked man offered a vivid example.

"Because eating this fruit will make your skin extremely smooth—one hundred times smoother than a newborn baby's skin!"

Rosha directly ignored the masked man's interruption and continued his introduction.

"That sounds pretty good. Can any kind of skin become smooth?"

Rather than being put off like everyone else, the masked man seemed even more interested.

"Of course. The fruits in my shop are genuine and honestly priced. If they do not work..." Rosha thought for a moment and made an exceptionally vicious oath. "May I be taken by a hundred fat men a hundred times."

The masked man could not help shuddering. You could actually make an oath that vicious?

"Even a face like mine?"

Then the masked man suddenly tore off his mask, revealing a pockmarked, horrific face before Rosha.

Holy shit!

Rosha was first startled by that appalling face, then his eyes widened in disbelief.

Little Deadpool, Deadpool!

He had never expected this seemingly unhinged masked man to be Deadpool!

But if it was Deadpool, then maybe it really was possible. With a face like that, he truly needed the Smooth-Smooth Fruit.

And Deadpool's mind... Well, judging from the movies, he really did seem a little abnormal.

"What do you think of my face?" Deadpool did not take it to heart when he saw Rosha frightened by his appearance.

This was not the first time it had happened to him.

"Sir, was your face run over by a train?"

Even though he had long known what Deadpool looked like, Rosha still deliberately put on a shocked expression.

"Then trampled by a hundred wild horses, and finally scrubbed with sand while bathing. That is roughly what happened."

When Deadpool mocked himself, he spared himself absolutely no dignity. "So, can my face be fixed too?"

"Sir, as I said, any kind of skin can be fixed!"

Rosha declared with complete confidence, "Just take one bite, and I guarantee you will have flawless skin. Transform yourself in this very moment!"

"Isn't that a little too absurd? Do you really expect me to believe there are magical fruits like that in this world?" Deadpool finally raised some doubts.

Rosha immediately took out a small sample piece of the Smooth-Smooth Fruit. "Sir, if you do not believe me, you can have a taste. Your skin will immediately become smooth again."

"You are not trying to poison me, are you?" Deadpool stared at the little sample but did not move right away.

"Sir, you must be joking. Why would I do that? Besides, there are surveillance cameras in my shop. If you die, I'll go to prison too."

Rosha pointed at the camera on the wall.

"It's fine. Even if it really is poisoned, poison cannot kill me. And you will not go to prison, because I'll just kill you myself."

With that, Deadpool snatched the sample fruit from Rosha's hand.

He took a vicious bite.

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