Buffettla

"The second is the Vampire Fruit, a Mythical Zoan-type Bat Fruit." Daisy continued her introduction.

Mark knew about this fruit. He had even played that game before, apparently called One Piece: Unlimited World.

Although Red the Aloof Redfield had only appeared in the game, after Mark came to this world, he had heard legends about the Aloof Red.

Then naturally, this fruit existed in the world as well.

The Vampire Fruit possessed the powerful recovery and offensive abilities of a Mythical Zoan. It could also keep its user eternally youthful by absorbing human blood.

In terms of longevity alone, this fruit could not compare to the Repair Fruit, but its formidable combat power could not be ignored. It ranked second among longevity fruits, surpassed only by the Op-Op Fruit.

And the third was the Repair Fruit.

This fruit was truly a healer's divine tool. Not only could it save lives at critical moments, but the soul of a Repair Fruit user would also become extraordinarily stable under the fruit's power.

When the soul remained intertwined with the body for a long time, it achieved the secret of longevity.

Of course, longevity did not mean immortality. They were Devil Fruit users, not gods. No matter how long they lived, they could still be killed.

Of course, there was another bizarre longevity fruit that Daisy had not mentioned.

The Yomi Yomi Fruit.

It was a strange fruit that brought life after death. Although it also belonged among the longevity fruits, its form could no longer be considered human...

But Mark was now extremely envious of Daisy.

Longevity... Especially for a modern man who had transmigrated here, he had read plenty of fantasy and cultivation novels. To the countless chuuni youths, longevity was a fatal temptation.

Thinking of that, he suddenly felt that the Dark-Dark Fruit in his mouth no longer seemed so appealing.

Mark's envious gaze pleased Daisy greatly.

"Enough, enough. My heart hurts." Mark pretended to clutch his heart in pain. He glanced at Daisy, then immediately closed his eyes and pressed both hands tightly to his chest.

Daisy curled her lips.

Who was the one putting on an act first, old geezer...

One tall and one short, the two walked side by side along the country road, forming a lovely sight.

The moon hung high in the sky, and the breeze was slightly cold. Only then did Mark realize how late it had become.

Lowering his head to look at the drowsy Daisy, Mark said softly, "Daisy, let's go back!"

"Yawn..." Daisy yawned and rubbed her bleary eyes before nodding gently.

She stretched out her little hand and took hold of Mark's large palm.

Feeling the warmth in his hand, Mark's expression stiffened.

The little girl had already become a young lady, with that breathtakingly beautiful face and the modestly developed curves on her chest.

Mark's heart began pounding wildly.

Looking at the sleepy little girl, he slowly calmed the stirrings in his heart.

It was not really his fault for reacting this way. An old virgin of nearly forty suddenly holding hands with an exquisite young beauty... That feeling... Tsk, tsk.

He was practically raising a loli...

Holding Daisy's hand, Mark returned to the Oak Craft General Store.

There was a room in the shop where Daisy lived by herself.

Just as they saw the candlelight flickering within the general store, they heard a burst of gunfire, followed by the clamorous sound of metal striking metal.

Waves of furious, miserable howls also rang out.

"Damn it, he's just an old man running a general store... I'm one of the Loan Shark King Du Feld's men! Hand over that little bastard right now, or I'll make you and that little bastard die together today!"

Loan Shark King Du Feld!

Mark's expression tightened. He had not expected it to be this man.

He was a famous figure throughout the world.

One of the Four Emperors of the underworld, the Loan Shark King Du Feld.

"Something happened. Find somewhere to hide." Mark's expression turned solemn.

Hearing that, Daisy turned to look toward the noisy entrance of the general store and nodded lightly.

She was not brainless. Staying behind to talk about love and loyalty would only bring Mark unnecessary trouble. Since she could not help him, she should not become a burden.

After seeing Daisy hide herself, Mark strode forward as the power of darkness surged around him.

He reached back, removed the Mountain-Splitting Axe from his back, and radiated chilling killing intent.

Jaba had once said that those who practiced with cold weapons could, like swordsmen, unleash attacks similar to slashes.

If he poured his conviction into his weapon, then he was an axe master. Of course... that was only a metaphor.

That was why he basically never went anywhere without the Mountain-Splitting Axe. Not only did it help him improve his coordination with it, but it also prepared him for unexpected situations.

Like now.

As Mark drew closer, he saw a large, muscular, dark-skinned man wearing a red open-chested cape, a green cloth sash around his waist, and a black headscarf patterned with golden stripes wrapped around his head.

The man held a gleaming longsword aimed at Jaba's head, his expression sinister.

Jaba did not move at all, simply puffing continuously on his pipe.

Yet the bloodstained axe in his hand and the several headless corpses on the ground made him seem overflowing with killing intent.

Buffettla's hand holding the longsword trembled slightly. Though he was threatening the other man, he did not actually dare to make a move. He could sense that the old man across from him was strong—very strong!

He subtly revealed his background, hoping to make the other party hesitate.

At that moment, a tower-like figure swung a broad battle axe and cleaved through the air toward them.

"Who is that?" A lackey in a gray-green shirt standing at the edge of the crowd spotted Mark first and shouted.

Mark's face was cold. Wrapped in the power of darkness, he swung his huge axe brutally at the lackey who had cried out.

His tone was icy. "The one who'll kill you!"

Splat!

The blade of the Crescent Moon Great Axe tore through the sky and struck the man's chest. Mark's full strength, enhanced by the Dark-Dark Fruit, produced terrifying destructive power. The axe blade ripped open a huge gash across his chest, and blood sprayed everywhere like a fountain.

The blade tearing through flesh made a sound like leather ripping apart, while his bones shattered one after another under that immense force.

The Mountain-Splitting Axe struck the ground with a clang.

The lackey was cleaved diagonally into two halves by the axe blade.

Blood flowed along the axe blade, and the smear of crimson in its grooves made Buffettla's heart pound.

Savage, bloody, violent.

"Who are you?" Buffettla pointed his trembling longsword at Mark, whose body was shrouded in black mist.

Mark ignored Buffettla.

He turned to the utterly composed Jaba and asked, "Old man, are you all right?"

"Heh heh, brat, are you underestimating this old man too much? Do these little punks deserve to fight me?" Jaba picked up a piece of cotton cloth, wiped the blood from his axe, and tucked it into his clothes.

"Finish these people quickly. This old man is getting on in years. The older you get, the less sleep you get. I still want to live a few more years..."

Jaba gave Mark a sidelong glance, then turned and returned to the shop.

Mark nodded noncommittally.

A figure like the old man remained one of the sea's strongest warriors even in his old age. His concern truly had been unnecessary.

"There's actually someone like that in the East Blue. Who is he..."

Buffettla watched Jaba's departing back warily, a flash of blood-red light passing through his eyes.

Even so, he could not be looked down upon. As a subordinate of the Loan Shark King, he had never suffered such contempt before. Finish the few of them? Then they would see who finished whom...

"Kid, state your name. I, Buffettla, never kill nameless men."

Mark ignored Buffettla and instead asked in a calm tone, "How did you find this place?"

He was genuinely curious. After all, when he had killed that person in Yarl Forest, there had been no one nearby.

Why did these people know about him?