There were no useless Devil Fruits, only useless Devil Fruit Users.
Just as ridiculous as saying, "There are no worthless martial souls, only worthless soul masters."
Forget it. I'm already here...
After some thought, Adrian quietly concealed a Transparent Ghost in the treasure room as a contingency.
Even if the Butter-Butter Fruit can't run erotic games, it's still a Devil Fruit!
Having instinctively claimed the Butter-Butter Fruit as his own, Adrian gave the treasure room one last glance. Its dazzling array of treasures contained nothing else worth his attention, and he turned away without hesitation.
Time slipped quietly by.
The day of the Tea Party arrived.
The Tea Party was scheduled to begin at ten in the morning.
This had long been the established custom. Without outside interference, that custom would continue for more than another decade.
Now, there was one hour left before the Tea Party officially began.
On the bustling streets beneath Whole Cake Chateau in the center of Whole Cake Island, Homies carriages arrived one after another, signaling the arrival of distinguished guests whom even the Big Mom Pirates had to treat with due respect.
As the guests emerged from their luxurious carriages, the surrounding spectators broke into a commotion, their cheers and cries of surprise ringing out endlessly.
The arrivals were none other than the many rulers of the Underworld!
The first to step out was a middle-aged man wearing a black pirate captain's coat and an anchor-shaped pirate tricorn. He sported a thick, unruly black beard, and his silence lent him an air of stern authority.
[Shipping King], "Deep Current" Umit!
"What a lively place! I'd love to open a huge warehouse here and store everything inside!"
The next man to emerge had a white beard and a large, red, drinker's nose. Even with