Hancock froze for a moment, then, as if she had received some kind of signal, began to clumsily imitate Stussy's appearance.
She opened her mouth, trying to take him down her throat, and even though her throat was gagged to the point of retching and the corners of her eyes welled up with physiological tears, she did not stop.
Stussy, standing behind her, watched this scene, a meaningful smile curving the corners of her mouth.
She knew Hancock could no longer go back.
Once she had tasted Saint Dio's flavor, once she had experienced this bone-deep intimacy, she would sink completely.
From then on, she would be just like her former self, willingly becoming a believer beneath his feet.
Chapter 20: Three Devil Fruits
Saint Dio looked down at this scene from on high, a smile finally appearing at the corner of his mouth.
The prey had finally taken the bait completely.
Saint Dio lowered his gaze to Hancock’s black head buried in his crotch, feeling her clumsy yet hard-working movements, then lifted his gaze to look at Stussy standing not far away.
He flicked his fingers gently, making a gesturing motion.
Stussy understood instantly, nodded slightly, and turned to leave.
A moment later, when she reappeared in his field of view, her hands were already holding three treasure-chest-like wooden boxes.
The boxes were not large, dark brown all over.
Saint Dio patted the back of Hancock's head gently, signaling her to stop.
Hancock obediently released her hold, slowly raised her head, let out a faint "gurgle" swallowing sound in her throat, and then panted heavily.
Her lips were slightly red and swollen from the just-concluded sucking and deep-throating, and a trace of crystal-clear liquid still lingered at the corner of her mouth.
Saint Dio remained wet and standing tall, gleaming with moisture in the sunlight.
He reached out and stroked Hancock's cheek with satisfaction, his thumb gently wiping away the saliva at the corner of her mouth, and offered rare praise: "Well done. There will be a next time."
He had to admit that Hancock's talent in blowjobs was truly pleasantly surprising.
She could reach this level on her very first attempt.
Although she was still far from as skilled and seasoned as Stussy, for a young girl coming into contact with it for the first time, it was already enough to be called prodigious.
Saint Dio withdrew his hand, turned his gaze to the three wooden boxes in Stussy's hands, and said: "With your current strength, if you want to advance further, relying on training alone is no longer enough."
He paused, looked at the three pairs of eyes of the three sisters-some bewildered, some expectant-and continued: "Therefore, I have prepared Devil Fruits for you."
Stussy stepped forward, placed the three wooden boxes on the ground in sequence, and then lifted the lids one by one.
The sunlight shone on the fruits inside the boxes, refracting varying lusters.
The fruit in the middle was the most eye-catching; it was a heart-shaped fruit, with two plump cherries born on a single stem, one a charming pink and the other a deep purplish-red.
The skin of the fruit was covered with dense pink vortex-shaped patterns, like countless little hearts stacked layer upon layer; just looking at it, it was as if a sweet and intoxicating aura rushed right at them.
In the wooden box on the left lay a fruit with a bizarre appearance.
Its shape was like a curled-up snake egg, with a deep bronze color all over, its skin covered with fine scale-like textures, and touching it even made one feel a rough texture similar to snake scales.
In the wooden box on the right was an even more slender fruit.
Its shape was like a coiled snake body, showing a dark purple luster, with the patterns on the skin neatly arranged like the scales on a snake's belly.
Unlike the heavy feel of the fruit on the left, this fruit gave a more nimble, more eerie feeling, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment.
Saint Dio did not directly tell them what the names of these three fruits were or what abilities they had, but instead let them choose for themselves.
He wanted to see if, without any hints, the three sisters would instinctively choose the one that matched them, just like in the original work.
This was also a verification; Saint Dio also wanted to verify whether Devil Fruits would likewise choose their hosts.
The three sisters looked at each other, exchanging a nervous yet expectant glance.
They remained silent for a moment, each taking a step forward and walking toward the fruit in their mind.
Hancock walked straight to the heart-shaped Love-Love Fruit in the middle, bent down, and picked it up.
Sandersonia walked toward the bronze-colored fruit on the left, and Marigold picked up the dark purple fruit on the right.
Seeing this scene, Saint Dio curved the corner of his mouth into a satisfied smile, the result completely matching the original work.
"Pick them up and eat them."
Holding the Devil Fruits in their respective hands, the three sisters hesitated for a moment, then closed their eyes, and as if making up their minds, opened their mouths and bit down.
The moment of the first bite caused the expressions of all three to distort simultaneously.
It was a taste difficult to describe in words, thoroughly nauseating.
It was as if rubber that had rotted for three months, bile, and mud had been stirred together, and then wrapped in a layer of bitter goldthread.
Their stomach juices surged, almost making them vomit on the spot. But the moment they thought of Saint Dio's order, they forcefully suppressed that intense sense of nausea and swallowed the entire fruit bite by bite.
After finishing, the three of them could no longer hold on, collapsing onto the ground nearby and retching violently, tears and saliva flowing uncontrollably as if they were about to vomit out their internal organs.
After quite a while, they finally recovered slightly, sat up while panting heavily, and wiped away the stains at the corners of their mouths.
Saint Dio clapped his hands and beckoned to Hancock: "Come here."
Hancock stood up and walked over to him.
At Saint Dio's signal, she turned sideways and cautiously sat down on his lap.
Saint Dio scrutinized her closely; after eating the Love-Love Fruit, Hancock's entire aura had indeed undergone heaven-shaking changes.
Her original greenness and stubbornness still remained, but a natural, captivating allure had been added between her brows and eyes, carrying an involuntary temptation in every movement, as if a single look or smile could steal a man's soul.
Saint Dio's palm naturally covered her smooth and slender thigh.
Where his fingertips touched, her skin was delicate as lard, warm and elastic, as if fine silk wrapped around a layer of vibrant muscle.
He kneaded it a few times neither heavily nor lightly, and the feel was exceptional.
Then, he raised his gaze, looked at Sandersonia and Marigold standing not far away, and spoke: "The two of you have eaten the Snake-Snake Fruit: Ancient Zoan: Titanoboa Form, and the Snake-Snake Fruit: Ancient Zoan: Folk Snake Form, respectively."
Hearing this, the two looked at each other, their eyes holding both astonishment and confusion.
These names sounded very impressive, but their understanding of Devil Fruits was far too little, and they did not know what kind of gift they had actually acquired.
In the original work, what they ate were merely the ordinary Snake-Snake Fruit: Python Form and Snake-Snake Fruit: King Cobra Form.
But since she followed Saint Dio, naturally he would not treat his subordinates unfairly.
With his cheat-like ability, even Mythical Zoans could be synthesized, let alone mere Ancient Zoans.
The reason he did not equip them with Mythical Zoans was, on the one hand, because serpentine Mythical Zoans were truly scarce.
You needed to find the corresponding myth and legend as a base to synthesize them; on the other hand, his cheat also could not generate Devil Fruits that already existed in this world.
Even so, compared to the ordinary Zoans in the original work, Ancient Zoans were already a qualitative leap.
Chapter 21: A New World
Saint Dio stood up, and Hancock smoothly slid down from his lap, standing obediently by his side with her head lowered slightly.
"Alright." Saint Dio dusted off some non-existent dirt from his hands, his gaze sweeping over the three sisters. "Next, it's time to verify the combat results."
He raised his right hand, palm facing up.
The gazes of the three sisters and Stussy all concentrated on his palm in unison.
They saw that in his palm, a tiny vortex suddenly appeared out of thin air.
That vortex was initially only the size of a fingernail, spinning and emitting a slight hum, then expanding rapidly, turning in the blink of an eye to a size sufficient for a person to pass through.
The edges of the vortex presented distorted spatial ripples, while the center was a deep, endless darkness.
Saint Dio casually flung it forward, and that vortex detached from his hand, expanding in mid-air before stabilizing, finally transforming into a circular portal standing upright in the air.
The edges of the door shimmered with a faint blue halo, and the scenery inside the door was hazy and indistinct, just like leading to another world.
Except for Saint Dio himself, everyone present was dumbfounded.
Stussy's lake-blue eyes widened slightly.
She had followed Saint Dio for many years and considered herself quite familiar with his abilities, but she had never seen her master display this kind of means.
Opening a portal out of thin air? This already exceeded her cognitive scope of Devil Fruit abilities.
The three sisters were even more struck dumb.
"Let's go."
Saint Dio did not offer much explanation, simply dropping two words indifferently before stepping into that portal first.
The moment his figure passed through the doorframe, it seemed to be swallowed by a water-like halo of light, vanishing on the other side of the door.
Stussy recovered her senses first and followed without the slightest hesitation.
The three sisters looked at each other in dismay, then hurriedly stepped forward, passing through that vortex gate one after another.
When the last person passed through, that portal quietly dissipated into the air as if it had never existed, leaving not even a trace behind.
As for the four who had crossed through the portal, they were standing at this moment on a completely unfamiliar patch of land.
The scorching midday sun hung high overhead, pouring down its blazing heat without reservation and baking the rocky ground beneath their feet until it was slightly warm.
Surrounding them was an open rocky terrain, the ground covered with weathering cracks and angular gravel.
In the distance, a patch of lush green woods could be seen, their crowns dense and swaying in the breeze.
The air was filled with the scent of dry dust, mixed with a hint of the fresh fragrance of grass and trees drifting from the distant forest.
"Where... is this?" Hancock could not help voicing her question.
She looked all around, completely unable to connect the scene before her with that damp and muggy swamp from just moments ago.
A single step away, yet it felt like crossing half the world.
Saint Dio did not answer her question.
He stood at the very front of the group, narrowing his eyes slightly as he observed the surrounding environment.
"We have come to a new world."
Saint Dio indifferently tossed out this phrase and offered no further explanation.
He had no intention of explaining the principles behind this in detail to them; after all, that was his other unknown cheat: the ability to travel across worlds.
At this moment, the land where they stood had the blazing sun hanging in the sky, scorching the earth.
Looking out into the distance, many blurry figures wandered around them, tattered in clothing and staggering in pace, as if driven by some force to wander aimlessly across this barren land.
The instant Saint Dio's group appeared, those figures seemed to catch the scent of living people, abruptly halting their steps in unison and then, driven as if by some shared will, charging fiercely toward their direction.
Stussy rested her palm against her forehead to shade her eyes, narrowing them as she gazed into the distance at those figures rapidly closing in.
After observing for a moment, a playful smile curved the corner of her mouth: "Oh my, so many people rushing over to welcome us; I'm truly flattered."
She paused, turning her tone: "However... the clothing style of these people looks very much like the fashion of Wano Country."
Saint Dio did not pick up her thread, instead turning his head to look at Sandersonia and Marigold standing on either side, and commanded:
“Sonia, Gurude. Leave none of them alive.”
Hearing this, the two did not hesitate in the slightest, responding in unison: "Yes!"
They tightened their grips on the naginatas in their hands, stepped forward, and ceased to suppress the power within their bodies that had just awakened-
First was Sandersonia.
Her body swelled violently.
A layer of fine bronze scales emerged across the surface of her skin, gleaming with a metallic luster in the sunlight.
Her lower body rapidly fused and stretched, transforming into a thick, powerful green snake tail, the scales overlapping layer upon layer and flashing with a cold, gloomy radiance.
Her eyes turned into vertical snake pupils, cold murderous intent leaking from within her golden irises, and her tongue also became slender and forked, vibrating gently in the air like a snake's tongue.
Titanoboa-the largest snake species known in history; although long extinct, its status as an undisputed, invincible overlord in the ancient ecosystem was unshakable.
At this moment, this ancient power was being recreated in the world through Sandersonia's body.
Her size was growing at a drastic rate.
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