This “Tenant” Is a Devil Fruit (Seeking Monthly Votes, Recommendation Votes, and Rewards!)

Hina looked at him with full concern, her small hands nervously clutching his clothing.

"What's wrong? Say something, don't scare Hina."

She had never seen anyone take so long to eat a Devil Fruit.

He stayed silent the entire time, with no reaction either.

"Not a big problem," Wude said, and then used concise words to tell her what had happened:

The black particles and the Devil Fruit had a dispute—the black particles won—the Devil Fruit signed a non-aggression pact—he could revive—the Devil Fruit got played.

"What the heck!" Hina hammered his shoulder with her pink fists. "Can you speak human language?"

She was worrying about him, and this guy was messing with her as a result?

"I mean..." Wude switched to a normal train of thought and explained it again.

The black substance inside his body won, and the two were at peace with each other.

However, he could continuously revive, so as long as he was dissatisfied with the abilities of this fruit, he could immediately kick this "tenant" packing.

"What a wondrous metaphor," Hina said in amazement. "As expected of you."

She barely understood that Wude could use revival to refresh the chance of consuming a fruit, while the fruit would also leave him, reverting him to a non-ability user.

It shattered her worldview just as thoroughly as the fact that he could revive.

"What ability is it?" Hina asked with curiosity.

"Pretty interesting, I suppose." Wude looked at Hina without making any movements, and Hina suddenly stood up, spun around in place, and hopped twice.

"Huh?" Hina suddenly recovered her consciousness, and dazedly found that she had stood up unconsciously.

"What ability is it? How did I stand up?" Hina looked at him suspiciously. How did he do it?

Then Wude looked straight into her eyes, and Hina brought her arms close, pressed her fingers together, then bent them, making a big heart-hand gesture.

Wude stopped his ability, and Hina looked at the heart she had made with a dazed expression, feeling mortified...

"What on earth did you do?" She hurriedly stepped back two steps.

"The fruit I used lets me cast illusions without any preliminary setup. A single glance can control someone whose spirit is more fragile than mine for about several seconds," Wude explained.

"Then call it the Illusion Fruit?" Hina hurriedly suggested.

"You could say that." Wude nodded.

It was not as powerful as illusions learned normally, but its advantage was that as long as the spiritual willpower was weaker than his, that person could be absolutely controlled by him for several seconds.

Though the time was short, its value lay in the lack of need for preparation, allowing for instantaneous casting.

"If it's like this, then you might as well learn hypnosis," Hina suddenly suggested. She had heard that Wude had once met a woman with super-strong hypnosis skills.

She could hypnotize people without needing her willpower to be stronger than the opponent's.

Wude nodded in agreement, reaching a hand out toward Hina.

He placed his palm on Hina's shoulder, and Hina looked at him with an astonished expression: "Isn't this a bit too fast?"

Her roommate had said that when Wude reached out his hand, it meant he wanted to take things a step further.

The next moment, Hina lost consciousness.

She spun around in place and made another heart-hand gesture.

"You, you... you're messing with me again!" Hina glared at him angrily, clutching her small fists.

"Didn't you understand?" Wude then patted her again.

Mortification +1

"You...?" Hina looked at Wude's hand, seeming to dawn on something. "You can trigger forced control through physical contact?"

"Yes." Wude nodded, thinking that with continued development, the duration should be able to increase by over ten seconds.

"Can people who know hypnosis trigger it through physical contact?" Hina hurriedly asked.

"Not currently." Wude shook his head, walking back together with Hina.

But in the future, there would be a little girl who hypnotized enemies using paint.

Parting ways with Hina at the intersection, Wude returned to the dorm and climbed into his hammock.

Miss Goldenweek, real name Marianne, from North Blue.

She could manipulate people's betrayal, roaring laughter, tea-drinking, melancholy with paint...

A total of six behaviors with extremely distinct characteristics.

She was also the only talent of this kind known to Wude who could directly control people using a medium.

"How should I develop it?" He gazed out the window.

The only one who could control and hypnotize through a medium hadn't been born yet, and the one with eye-contact hypnosis experience had been locked up.

Right, there was also Lafitte, as well as Jango...

Wude hurriedly noted these talents down in his mind so that if he met them in the future, he would definitely have a good "chat" with them.

If touch-based control could be further developed to use weapons as a medium to trigger it, that would definitely be a killer move.

In addition, he definitely had to go see Daisis once, or "consult" the other few people on how to achieve the feat of ignoring the hurdle of willpower strength.

He would temporarily keep this fruit; if he could develop it, he'd use it.

The next morning, he suddenly thought of an ability that had always been ignored by him.

When an Ajin's unique voice resounded, other ordinary humans would fall into a state of stiffness.

It could be seen as a temporary paralysis buff, but the duration was very short.

Immortality was so overpowered that it led him to ignore the paralysis buff.

"There are too many freaks in the pirate world, far more terrifying than the Ajin world. Just how long can the stiffness last?" Wude pondered, looking toward Smoker, who had just woken up and lit a cigarette.

"What's wrong?" Smoker asked in puzzlement. You actually remember I exist?

"How about you do me a favor for today's kendo sparring?" Wude smiled evilly, locking his arms around Smoker's neck.

"What bad idea are you cooking up?" Smoker stared at him vigilantly.

"I just want to spar with you. Good friends wouldn't refuse, right?" Wude shook Smoker vigorously.

"Alright, alright, I agree. Go easy on me." Smoker gloomily added two cigars for himself to calm his nerves.

White mouse +1

Wude wanted to test the stiffness duration when people of various physiques encountered an Ajin's unique voice.

He wanted to renew the subscription for the fruit's forced control.

He even wanted to try stacking them together to attempt to control someone with stronger willpower than his own.

In the afternoon, inside the huge kendo hall.

Smoker requested of the instructor to challenge Wude alongside those dozen or so elite trainees from Sakazuki's faction.

The instructor nodded and agreed.

Wude happily looked at the white mice walking over.

Hina had also received his sparring invitation, and she chose to stay far away from him.

Constantly bullying trainees earned Wude the label of "sadistic humor" on top of the "monster" tag from the very beginning.

Over twenty trainees of varying strength walked over, all of whom did not know Observation Haki.

"He's too arrogant, actually challenging so many people?"

"Work him to death."

"Even if this guy knows Observation Haki, he's going to make a fool of himself today!"

Some trainees who had been beaten up severely cursed under their breaths.

"Start training! Anyone who dares to slack off gets night training!"

The instructors shouted, and the trainees successively began sparring.

Wude stood in the middle of the over twenty trainees, smiling evilly as he glanced at these people and the trainees sparring close by.

"Start!"

An instructor roared.

The over twenty trainees attacked one after another.

Wude raised his head, opened his mouth, and screamed loudly, plunging the scene into chaos.

"How... can't I move!?"

An instructor standing far away looked in astonishment at the trainees who had stopped around Wude.