Is This Really Magic?

There was a world of difference between an iron fist and a red-hot iron fist.

With an iron fist, Kingpin could only punch through a wall. If he struck a steel plate, at most he would leave a dent in it.

But a red-hot fist?

Punching through a steel plate would be no problem!

That was a little too terrifying.

Tony Stark had not yet become Iron Man, and Marvel's age of superheroes had not yet begun. Basically, aside from Mutants, there were no extraordinary powers to speak of.

As for Mutants, they hardly lived in the same circles as ordinary people. The chances of an ordinary person running into a Mutant were not high.

Under such circumstances, having the ability to punch through steel plates with one blow was unimaginably shocking!

Rosha could even clearly sense Kingpin's breathing quicken slightly. Even this big shot was struggling to keep his composure.

"Entering a high-temperature state? This is simply incredible!"

Kingpin could not help exclaiming, his voice filled with shock and excitement.

"That's not all, Mr. Fisk." Rosha smiled from the side and continued introducing it to Kingpin.

"The Steel-Steel Fruit's highest level is not merely turning one's own body into steel. It can also turn other objects one has touched into steel!"

If he truly reached that level, Kingpin would practically become a second Colossus.

"It can... even do that!?"

Kingpin's eyes widened, his entire worldview utterly shattered.

Changing one's own body was unheard of and miraculous, but it was ultimately still control over one's own body, barely within the realm of comprehension.

After all, his body had already undergone the Devil Fruit's transformation.

But transforming things other than his own body?

Kingpin was thoroughly shaken.

"All in all, the Steel-Steel Fruit is indeed an excellent Paramecia-type Devil Fruit. Are you satisfied, Mr. Fisk?"

Seeing Kingpin's stunned expression, Rosha asked confidently from the side.

"Satisfied! Extremely satisfied!"

Kingpin nodded repeatedly and quickly made his decision. "Shopkeeper, I've decided. I want this Steel-Steel Fruit."

"Mr. Fisk, won't you keep looking at the other fruits?" Rosha asked with a smile.

"Of course I will!"

Kingpin replied as though it were only natural. Having come across something so heaven-defying, how could he buy only one?

A smile appeared on Rosha's face as well. Kingpin truly was a high-quality customer!

Not bad, not bad.

"But after I eat the Steel-Steel Fruit! Please excuse me, Shopkeeper, but I can't wait to experience it now."

Kingpin spoke to Rosha again.

"Of course. Also, Mr. Fisk, the shop offers tasting services. Would you like to try it first?"

"That won't be necessary. I trust you, Shopkeeper!" Kingpin waved his hand.

"Then, Mr. Fisk, the Steel-Steel Fruit... its regular price is three million dollars. The shop's discount period has not yet ended, so you only need to pay 2.1 million dollars."

As Rosha spoke, Wesley immediately took out a bank card and handed it to Kingpin.

Kingpin accepted it, then presented it to Rosha with both hands.

That alone showed Kingpin's attitude toward Rosha.

Although Rosha was very young and looked like a college student, could someone capable of selling such miraculous things possibly be ordinary?

Kingpin was filled with reverence for Rosha.

After swiftly running the card, Rosha took out the Steel-Steel Fruit and handed it to Kingpin, kindly reminding him of the Devil Fruit's "one bite" rule.

Kingpin looked at the fruit in his hand, with its uniquely striking beauty. Filled with boundless anticipation, he bit into it.

Then, wearing an awful expression, he swallowed it.

Devil Fruits tasted so terrible that even someone like Kingpin could not keep a straight face.

But Kingpin soon had no time to worry about its shit-like taste, because he could feel the changes in his body with absolute clarity.

"Wesley, this feeling... is this what a Devil Fruit feels like?" Kingpin's eyes widened with excitement.

Then he extended his fist and instinctively controlled that power, directing it into his fist.

The next moment.

Kingpin's fist turned directly into an iron fist!

"It turned to steel! My fist really turned to steel! Unbelievable, utterly unbelievable! This is a miracle!" Kingpin was so excited he nearly jumped up.

"My apologies, Shopkeeper. I've made a fool of myself. I'm simply too excited. After seeing something so unbelievable, it's hard for anyone to remain calm."

But Kingpin immediately realized he had lost his composure and quickly apologized to Rosha.

Rosha completely understood and did not laugh at Kingpin.

In fact, Kingpin's self-control was already very strong. He had been quite restrained.

"Mr. Fisk..."

"Shopkeeper, just call me Fisk. There's no need to be so formal."

"All right, Fisk. Congratulations on gaining the ability to turn to steel and becoming one of the Devil Fruit Users." Rosha offered Kingpin his congratulations.

"Thank you, Shopkeeper. I have to thank you for giving me this opportunity!" Kingpin said sincerely.

"You're too kind. The fact that you came to my little shop means we were destined to meet." Rosha waved his hand with a smile.

"You're right, Shopkeeper. It seems this was fated." Kingpin nodded and continued speaking to Rosha. "Then, Shopkeeper, I intend to purchase some more Devil Fruits."

"Fisk, one person can only eat one Devil Fruit. They cannot eat a second one, or their body will explode. Are you sure you still want to buy more?"

Rosha stared at Kingpin as he asked.

This did catch Kingpin somewhat by surprise, but it did not change his mind. He had never planned to buy more Devil Fruits for himself.

Kingpin understood that one should not bite off more than one could chew. Before fully developing the Steel-Steel Fruit, he indeed had no plans to consume another one himself.

Kingpin wanted to keep buying them to use on other people.

"Yes, Shopkeeper. I intend to continue purchasing them." Kingpin nodded heavily.

"Of course that's no problem. But Fisk, Devil Fruits are subject to purchase limits. Each person can buy at most three, so think carefully about which fruits you want."

Rosha offered a friendly reminder from the side.

Moreover, the purchase limit here was not like the ordinary limits in the market. Whether Kingpin came himself or sent others, all his money combined could buy no more than three fruits.

Kingpin could not help feeling greatly disappointed.

But on second thought, he could fully understand it. If there were no purchase limit on Devil Fruits, he alone could clear out the entire shop!

Then he could go back and build an army of Devil Fruit Users. Wouldn't all of New York then fall easily into Kingpin's hands?

How could anything in the world be so easy?

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