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Moments later, the Eris Pirates were completely wiped out.
Golden Lion, holding the stolen Devil Fruit, sneered:
"Useless, only one?"
The chaos on the island continues. Although Abel occasionally intervenes to stop the situation, the pirates will start fighting again as soon as he leaves.
Nothing can extinguish the pirates' insane hearts when faced with immortality.
However, it wasn't entirely ineffective.
At least when Abel appears, both sides in the conflict will give him face and temporarily stop fighting.
This chaos continued into the next day.
When the Elixir of Immortality trade fair officially began, the pirates who had survived the battles gathered in the plaza in front of the Skull Hotel.
"Thor Abel!"
When does the trade fair start?
Where is the elixir of immortality?
The pirates looked at Abel in the center of the square and began to shout.
Abel stood in front of the hotel entrance, looking at the pairs of eyes filled with fervent desire, and spoke calmly:
"Lord Dimon is inside the hotel behind us. Only one of you can enter at a time. After the transaction is completed, wait for the other party to come out before the second person can enter."
"Those who break the rules will be punished by me!"
As he spoke, he raised his right hand high, palm facing the sky.
Hive Island was shrouded in dark clouds when a bolt of lightning struck the clouds, instantly unleashing a deafening roar of thunder.
Upon seeing this, the pirates all paled.
In yesterday's chaos, they witnessed the power of "Thor" Abel more than once.
As long as you are on Beehive Island, anywhere is within this person's attack range.
They had no doubt that if the rules were not followed, a thick bolt of lightning would fall from the sky, bringing down the punishment of the Thunder God.
"Now, who wants to be the first to go in?"
Chapter 112 The Soaring Demon Points
Red Earl was the first to step forward, under the watchful eyes of many pirates.
Because of his reputation, the pirates automatically made way for him.
Abel glanced at the other pirates, who were all hiding their Devil Fruits carefully, while this guy was casually holding one in his hand.
"Please come in."
Without hesitation, Count Red entered the Skull Hotel and soon met the legendary winemaker, Dimon, on the sofa in the lobby.
Dimon was holding a miscellaneous book in his hand, and only looked up when he saw someone come in.
"Nice to meet you, winemaker."
As the Red Earl looked around, he sat down and placed the Devil Fruit in his hand on the table.
Dimon glanced at it and recognized the fruit.
"Not bad, a Paramecia type."
With a light laugh, Dimon conjured a bottle of elixir of immortality, poured himself a glass, and pushed it in front of the other person.
"Is this the elixir of immortality that can grant eternal life?"
Count Red picked up his wine glass and gently swirled it. The wine in the glass rotated along the side of the glass. He looked up at Dimon, his Observation Haki enough to read other people's minds, yet he could not hear the true voice from Dimon.
"Not going to drink? If not, please leave. The transaction is complete. You can do whatever you want with this glass of wine."
Count Red smiled faintly: "I just have some doubts. What exactly do you want to do by creating so many undead?"
Upon hearing this, Dimon raised an eyebrow, and then heard the other person continue:
"To rephrase the question, what do you need so many Devil Fruits for?"
"It's not just about brewing the Elixir of Immortality. If it were just about brewing, you could say you'd exchange two, three, or even five fruits for a cup."
"Even at this price, people will still want to trade with you in order to achieve immortality."
"Immortality requires only one Devil Fruit. In my opinion, you are deliberately creating more immortals."
After saying that, he looked at Dimon and waited for his answer.
Dimon's lips curled up slightly. This was the first person to ask him such a question. There might be people who could keep a clear head and think to this extent in the face of the temptation of immortality, but this was the first person to ask him this question face to face.
By deliberately setting the price of the Elixir of Immortality so low, they certainly had the idea of creating more immortals.
After all, in the beginning, he needed to devour many targets to become stronger.
"You think there's something wrong with the wine?" Dimon countered.
“I don’t think so. Many people have drunk this kind of wine. If there were any problems, others would have discovered them long ago.”
Count Red shook his head, and in front of Dimon, downed the wine in his glass in one gulp. He exclaimed, praising the fine wine, as he said:
"It's just pure curiosity. There are so many undead, and there will be even more after today. If you had established a power base and ruled over many undead, I could understand, but you haven't done that, so I find it very strange."
Dimon waved his hand and said, "When you live long enough, you'll understand. It's not just my elixir of immortality that grants eternal life..."
What does "long enough" mean?
After a moment's thought, Count Red realized that since this man was capable of brewing the wine of immortality, he must be the first to try it.
So, they have lived from a very long time ago until now, and for some reason, they chose to take out the Elixir of Immortality to create more immortal beings.
So what is the reason for this?
"excuse me."
Count Red stopped asking questions, got up and left, still pondering the problem.
After he left, Dimon picked up the Devil Fruit left on the table and devoured it with a thought.
[Consuming a Devil Fruit grants 200 Devil Points.]
[Demon Points]: 2000 → 2200
"Next person."
Soon, another new person came in to change the drinks.
Each time, it's just one person coming in, taking a piece of fruit, and exchanging it for a glass of wine.
Unlike the Red Earl, these people didn't have many problems. They drank the wine immediately after receiving it and then excitedly tried to become immortal.
Cut yourself with a knife and witness the wound heal quickly.
Upon receiving a definite answer, some people burst into laughter, while others trembled with excitement.
After seeing off one fresh undead after another, they soon welcomed a big customer.
Charlotte Linlin walked in carrying a large bag of Devil Fruits. She placed more than a dozen Devil Fruits on the table.
"Dimmon, how about we make a deal?"
"Aren't we in the middle of a transaction?"
Charlotte Linlin shook her head and said, "It's not the Elixir of Immortality, but something else. Your subordinate Abel is a Lunaria, and he's grown up now. He's going to marry my daughter. Name your terms!"
Dimon remained silent, looking down at the fruit on the table.
"How come there are only sixteen? So you only managed to snatch one yesterday?"
"I was talking about a marriage alliance!"
"Why don't you go find Abel himself? Why are you asking me? I don't interfere with whether other people get married or not."
"That guy runs away as soon as he sees me... His lightning ability disappears in the blink of an eye, I can't even catch him!"
Charlotte Linlin looked helpless. What was wrong with her daughter?
With over twenty daughters, surely one of them will be suitable?
Dimon conjured four bottles of the Elixir of Immortality and placed them in front of Charlotte Linlin.
This woman used to want to sleep with him, but now she's gone even further, wanting her daughter to sleep with his penis.
"All you want is the bloodline of the Lunaria race. I have a suggestion."
Thinking he was being taken advantage of, Dimon grinned and said, "Why not take advantage of this sucker who's offered themselves up?"
Do you know Vegapunk?
"That legendary genius scientist?"
"He set up a research institute on my turf to conduct cloning research."
Dimon tempted, "You can invest money in the research institute to clone a Lunaria, or even more than just Lunaria. Once the research is successful, you can clone whatever race you want..."
Human cloning has already been completed.
Secondly, the immortal cells of the undead cannot be cloned.
Therefore, Charlotte Linlin is destined to be a sucker if she invests money.
Of course, Dimon isn't some kind of devil. If the other party asks about the research progress, he can simply give her the cloning technology.
Charlotte Linlin was indeed dazzled by the promise.
"Fine, I can invest money in your research institute, but don't lie to me! Is Vegapunk really with you?"
"I snatched this person from the World Government a few years ago. Anyway, take your drink and get out of here, there are many more people behind you."
Charlotte Linlin took the four bottles of wine with satisfaction, and seeing that there were still half-empty bottles on the table, she even thought of taking them as well.
Dimon slapped her hand away and said irritably, "This isn't yours."
"You're so stingy! What's wrong with giving us a little more?"
Charlotte Linlin rolled her eyes at him before leaving.
After he left, Dimon finally had time to identify the sixteen fruits on the table.
Natural sciences, none.
Mythical Zoan species: None.
There aren't even any ancient species.
"Did this guy save the good fruit for his own kids, and only gave me the ordinary stuff?"
Shaking his head, Dimon devoured all the fruit.
[Demon Points]: 5000
"That's enough, let's try leveling up a skill first!"
Chapter 113 Skill Five: [Demon Creation]
Consume 4000 points to unlock the fifth skill.
In an instant, as if it were innate, a wealth of knowledge about demons flooded into Dimon's mind.
【Demon Creation】
It can create imps, which also have the ability to devour the undead, and their form and appearance can be freely set.
It can devour lesser demons and reclaim the power it granted, with the same effect as devouring the undead.
The imp possesses absolute loyalty.
"A timely help!"
Dimon thought in surprise.
After today's trading session, many undead will be born. Once these韭菜 (leeks, a metaphor for easily exploited investors) are scattered all over the sea, it will be extremely troublesome to devour them one by one.
But with this skill, he won't need to do anything himself anymore. He can just release a group of little demons, and they will hunt on their own.
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