Third Form

That was right—the unlucky clown, "Wet-Haired" Caribou, who had recklessly crashed into the Straw Hat Pirates while they were diving toward Fish-Man Island, gotten nailed into a barrel by Franky, and nearly been thrown into the sea.

His Devil Fruit was the Swamp-Swamp Fruit.

A swamp man, an inescapable Bottomless Swamp.

(.-`ω′-)

He could store anything inside his body—gems, equipment, money, and so on. He could even store beautiful women.

If an evil person got that fruit, they would definitely use it to hunt beautiful women. Whenever they wanted one, they could take her out. When they no longer wanted her, they could stuff her back in. After all, no one would die.

It was absolutely the ultimate choice for robbery and plunder.

Ahem, that was getting a little evil.

In any case, Kino did not have the Swamp-Swamp Fruit, but he could imitate its characteristics and create identical magic.

Kino did not continue attacking. Instead, he stood on shore and watched Thanos sink bit by bit.

"How is it?"

Thanos frowned deeply. He had no time to waste on nonsense.

The golden mire seemed to have trapped his legs. Even with the Space Stone, it was difficult to break free. This was no mere magic.

"Is this the power of the Reality Stone?"

The Reality Stone could alter everything. Thanos found it hard to believe this was merely magic.

"No. I haven't used the Stones' power yet." Kino shook his head.

Thanos stopped talking and began sensing the golden mire before him, searching for a way out.

Thor flew over, intending to take Thanos's head.

However, Kino sent him flying and sealed his power once more.

"You..."

"It seems you really don't want to listen to me, huh? I said this is my battle. Don't interrupt me. Once my