The Eighth Devil, [Chaos]

It is impolite not to reciprocate.

At this point, Nami's image flashed into Dimon's mind, and he made a decisive decision:

"To the East Blue."

It's time to bring Nami over to do his work.

With the departure of the Seven Deadly Sins, the intensity of the naval battle decreased sharply.

Of the more than twenty pirate crews involved in this joint operation, at least half perished in these waters.

If Lycaon hadn't distracted Momousagi along the way, she could probably have easily crushed the entire combined fleet by herself.

In the end, only a handful of pirate crews managed to escape in haste.

It's worth mentioning that the members of the Gourmet Pirates were spared from death because they were affected by Bethany's power, and in the end, they were granted a private room in Impel Down.

"Vice Admiral Momousagi!"

A Marine Headquarters Colonel approached Momousagi and saluted solemnly.

"Grant was killed; he died from a sharp object piercing his heart. Not a single sailor on the lead ship survived."

The lead ship was already a wreck, burned by Samael's flames, and now it was just pieces floating on the sea.

"I understand, at least get the body recovered."

Momousagi clenched her fists, already accustomed to the life-or-death situation before her; in the battles she had experienced, there were countless casualties far worse.

"Vice Admiral, the Devil Fruit has been stolen by the Seven Deadly Sins, what's next..."

"I'm here to report."

Momousagi took a deep breath, took out her Den Den Mushi, and expertly dialed a number.

A moment later, the Thought Waves connected.

"Commander-in-Chief."

At the same time.

The massive hole in the sea created by Sigma had not completely overflowed with seawater even after half an hour; its size had only shrunk somewhat.

Large amounts of water vapor filled the sea surface, forming a thick fog that lingered for a long time, and Momousagi and the others dared not approach it casually.

At that moment, a figure wrapped like a mummy emerged from the thick fog.

Gunko unwrapped the bandages from her body, revealing the cool and aloof appearance of a young girl.

She rode a bandaged bird, her heterochromatic eyes gazing at the vast emptiness in the sea, and murmured softly:

"Only an idiot would try to withstand that kind of attack."

Having been hit by that dragon's breath, Saint Shepherd Sommers should be submerged in the ocean by now. As a Devil Fruit user, she dares not easily go down to rescue her.

As for the other one, Killingham was reduced to bones by Samael and also fell into the sea.

The Seven Deadly Sins are really troublesome... Gunko pondered how to salvage these two idiots, but before that, he should report the situation to his superiors first, since these two aren't going to die anyway.

She took out a small Den Den Mushi that she always carried with her.

A moment later, a deep, resonant male voice came from the Den Den Mushi:

"Gunko?"

"Yes, Commander, the operation has failed. The Devil Fruit have been stolen by the Seven Deadly Sins."

"It failed?"

The voice held a mixture of surprise and confusion. "Even Shamrock's attack couldn't defeat the Seven Deadly Sins?"

"The commander did not respond to the call; he may have had something come up."

Gunko commander, saying that according to the original plan, the commander would also participate in this operation, but he didn't know why the accident happened.

There was a long silence on the other end of the Den Den Mushi, as if someone was thinking about something, before they spoke softly after a moment:

"Understood, you may withdraw."

"Regarding this, Killingham and Saint Shepherd Sommers have now been thrown into the sea..."

The Holy Land, Mary Geoise.

The elderly man with the crescent-shaped hair entered the World Government headquarters building and walked familiarly towards the top floor.

The guards on duty along the way immediately saluted him respectfully upon seeing him.

"Saint Garling!"

The Supreme Commander of the Holy Knights, Figarland Garling.

He pushed open the door to the Room of Authority and stepped inside without saying hello.

The Five Elders inside the room all turned their gazes toward this rude fellow, merely frowning slightly.

"Remember to knock next time, Garling."

Saint Saturn snorted coldly. In terms of status, the Five Elders were above the Commander of the Holy Knights.

"It's rare to see you come to us on your own initiative. Is there something you need to report?" Another of the Five Elders, an old man with a goatee, asked in a calm tone.

"Regarding the Heavenly Tribute..."

Garling, expressionless, briefly recounted the events, concluding with, "... It was your intelligence failure; your investigation into the members of the Seven Deadly Sins was insufficient, which led to the failure of this operation."

Regardless of whether it's true or not, let's just shift the blame first.

"Hmph, I never expected you to actually capture one or two of the Seven Deadly Sins alive."

Saint Saturn's tone carried a hint of disdain. He leaned forward slightly while sitting on the sofa and reached for a Den Den Mushi on the table.

Unlike you, I had two plans.

During the conversation, the Den Den Mushi was connected, and a young voice came from the other end.

"Saint Saturn!"

"Activate the signal and constantly monitor the movement of chip '0393'."

"Yes!"

After a moment, the voice carried a hint of surprise, "The target chip is moving towards the Calm Belt."

Calm Belt?

Saint Saturn's expression faltered slightly. Could it be that the Seven Deadly Sins' stronghold was hidden in the Calm Belt?

The next day.

After acquiring the ability to float for extended periods, the Wave-Breaking Warrior traveled from the Grand Line to the East Blue in just one day.

As the morning sunlight streamed through the window lattice into the captain's cabin, the ship had already crossed the Calm Belt and entered the East Blue Sea.

Dimon got up early, washed up, went up to the deck, and breathed in the fresh air of the East Blue.

Ship Zuizui appeared on the floor beside him immediately, offering a morning greeting:

"Great and wise Lord, good morning. Your faithful and humble servant awaits your awakening once more. May the dawn of this new day bless your journey, and may this journey ultimately lead you to the stars."

You little rascal, you must read a lot of books, right?

Dimon found it amusing. "Is this just another way to urge me on?"

Having said that, he raised his right hand, and a wisp of golden light wrapped around his fingertips flicked out, drawing a magic circle out of thin air.

Dimon reached into the magic circle and retrieved the Box-Box Fruit Vice Admiral in the captain's cabin.

Next, Animation!

Chapter 102 The Eighth Demon, [Chaos]

"You are already a fully ripe Devil Fruit..."

Accompanied by a ritualistic incantation, the power of Animation was injected, and the Devil Fruit underwent a transformation.

This time, Dimon didn't give the Box-Box Fruit a specific form, letting it develop on its own.

The fruit fell from my palm and onto the deck, where it began to swell, quickly transforming from a cantaloupe shape into a square one.

When the golden light faded, what appeared before Dimon was a strange "little treasure chest." The surface of the chest was covered with dark purple spiral patterns, a pattern commonly found on Devil Fruit.

It's as if it's saying, "There's a Devil Fruit inside the box," constantly tempting people to open it.

As everyone knows, pirates have no resistance to treasure chests. If someone happens to see one somewhere, they will definitely want to open it and take a look immediately.

The Devil Fruit transform into all sorts of bizarre shapes... Dimon chuckled and shook his head, not opening the box.

Just then, Lycaon stepped out of the cabin and saw a box on the ground, his eyes lighting up immediately.

"Good morning, Master. Have you eaten?"

He greeted them politely at first, then eagerly squatted down, stretched out his paw to open the treasure chest, and said as he did so:

"Master, is there anything delicious inside? Is it okay if I open it?"

Dimon didn't stop him; he simply watched his performance.

However, before Lycaon's claws could touch the box, the lid suddenly sprang open, like a rusty spring abruptly springing up, revealing a Joker's head.

"Surprise! Were you startled? Were you scared? Hehehe..."

The Joker's face was deathly pale, his scarlet mouth stretched wide to his ears, revealing a row of fine, sharp teeth, and a small black top hat was perched crookedly on his head.

"Damn it!"

Startled, Lycaon sprang to his feet and kicked the box of frightened Joker away.

Bang!

The box hit the mast, then rolled around once before finally rolling to Dimon's feet.

"Ouch, you idiot!" the Joker inside the box yelled, his head spinning. "The idiot's the one who got scared!"

You're the idiot!

Lycaon grinned, only then belatedly realizing that this thing must be a transformed Box-Box Fruit.

"Okay, stop fooling around."

Dimon watched the farce unfold for a while before finally stepping in to stop it. Looking at the Joker's head inside the box, he laughed and said:

"Let me give you a name first... Hmm, let me think, Pandora, Chaos, which one do you like?"

"Master, I choose Chaos."

The Joker's head couldn't wait; he really liked the name Chaos.

"Then Chaos, tell me about the abilities you possess," Dimon said with a smile.

Chaos immediately demonstrated a wondrous ability to him; he floated into the air and hovered there.

The Joker's head inside the box began to ramble on and on about its abilities, its voice rising and falling in a dramatic tone.

In short:

It can create all sorts of magical boxes, each with different effects, and can be folded at will.

While explaining, Chaos demonstrated for Dimon.

The Joker's head on the spring shook back and forth, then suddenly produced two small hands. With a clap of the hands, a puff of white smoke appeared, and a brand new box materialized abruptly.

"Bang!"

The lid of the newly appeared box popped open, and another Joker's head emerged, shouting:

"Surprise~"