Did the taste of a Devil Fruit have anything to do with its powers?
No one could say for sure, so Artificial Devil Fruits had not been altered in any way when it came to flavor.
After the soldiers neatly swallowed their Devil Fruits in unison, expressions of pained misery appeared on their faces. Clearly, although they knew Devil Fruits tasted awful, they had never imagined they could be this awful.
Calling it awful was already too much praise. Like brightly colored poisonous creatures, it made its exterior hideous and its flesh revolting. It looked poisonous, and it tasted poisonous, yet it could bring humanity enormous benefits and power.
If benefits and power could be gained, someone would eat even shit, let alone a piece of fruit.
That was humanity. That was human nature.
Human nature weighed gains and losses. Compared to the power they could obtain, being unable to swim was completely insignificant.
Once their pained expressions faded, they looked at their hands in astonishment, clearly sensing the difference.
Just as producing five hundred Devil Fruits a month was only a drop in the bucket for the Revolutionary Army across the world.
In truth, even throughout the world, although Devil Fruit users seemed as common as fish crossing a river in the latter half of the Grand Line.
That was merely a kind of siphoning effect. The stronger someone was, the more channels and means they had to acquire more Devil Fruits.
That was why, early on, only the captain of a pirate crew might possess a Devil Fruit, while later, even some random officer on the other side would be a Devil Fruit user.
The siphoning effect was astonishing. The same applied to wealth. Information was wealth, channels were wealth, resources were wealth. Whoever controlled information, channels, and