Wait, no. His senses couldn't be wrong.
Although this thing still had some life force left in it, it was unquestionably dead.
But Devil Fruits still existed out on the seas.
Hmm, that wasn't impossible.
The fruits had already fallen. Whether the tree lived or died probably didn't matter anymore.
He turned his head and continued reading the stone tablet.
What he read sent a storm of shock raging through him.
If what was written here was true, they were in real danger.
"Laugh Tale really does live up to its name. One big joke."
Randall wore a conflicted expression.
As he looked up at the sky, worry flickered in his eyes.
Looking at the Devil Fruit Tree before him, Randall suddenly thrust his hand into it.
Then he removed a tissue sample.
"What do we do now?"
Caris frowned with worry.
"Sigh. I'd been planning to publish the island's coordinates and have the Marines sell tickets.
But this revelation is a little too explosive.
There aren't many rational people in this world to begin with.
And we can't rule out the possibility that some scheming bastards will use this opportunity to fulfill their own desires.
There's never any shortage of people like that on the seas.
Let's wait a little longer. I need to go back and discuss this with Staff Officer Tsuru."
A few days later, Randall returned to Punk Hazard.
When he met Vegapunk, he took out the tissue sample from the Devil Fruit Tree.
"So this is the Devil Fruit Tree?"
Vegapunk studied the little piece of tissue curiously.
Then Vegapunk said:
"Give me two hours."
Randall nodded, went over to sit down, and closed his eyes to rest.
Two hours later, Vegapunk emerged from the laboratory.
His face was filled with admiration and fascination.
"Dr.