Inside the box was a massive blade about seven meters long.
It looked a lot like the Green Dragon Crescent Blade that the legendary Guan Yu wielded in his past life.
Allen stared at it, immediately recognizing it as Whitebeard’s signature weapon from the original story—the Supreme Grade Sword, Murakumogiri.
Twilight Allen looked down at the massive blade and fell into deep thought.
I just helped you find your good son Marco two days ago, Allen thought, his eye twitching.
And now I just happen to stumble upon your signature weapon too?
No wonder I haven’t seen Whitebeard take out Murakumogiri since I met him; the damn thing was lying right here the whole time!
I worked like a horse for decades in my past life, and now that I’ve transmigrated, I’m still working as a delivery boy for Newgate?
What kind of bullshit logic is this?
The more Allen thought about it, the angrier he got.
He felt completely cheated.
He seriously considered digging a quick hole right here in the dirt and burying the blade out of spite.
Taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, Allen turned his eyes toward the other two boxes.
It’s fine, it’s fine.
There are still two more boxes left.
Anything placed right next to a Supreme Grade Sword like Murakumogiri definitely won’t be ordinary.
With that slither of hope, Allen opened the middle box.
Inside, resting quietly on the silk padding, was a strange banana covered in blue, flame-like patterns.
It was undoubtedly a Zoan-type Devil Fruit.
Wait…
based on my usual luck, don’t tell me this is the Mythical Zoan Phoenix fruit that Marco eats in the original story?
A thick vein popped directly on Allen’s forehead.
Isn’t this just straight-up bullying an honest man?!
Feeling completely hopeless, Allen dragged his feet toward the very last box.
“Look, if you just give me a useless Paramecia-type Glimmer Fruit, I swear I’ll dare to feed it to the rats, and no one will be able to stop me.” Muttering to himself, Allen flipped the lid open.
A pineapple-shaped Paramecia-type Devil Fruit came into view, and Allen fell into an endless, stunned silence.
Outside the room, Whitebeard and the crew were busy cleaning up the rest of the spoils from the raid.
Suddenly, a loud shout echoed from the innermost chamber.
“Newgate!
Get over here right now!
There are some good things in here!” The crew members paused, looking at each other with confused expressions.
Why did Captain Allen’s voice sound like he was speaking through completely gritted teeth?
Curiosity getting the better of them, the entire group walked over toward the back room.
When they entered, they saw Allen standing stiffly in front of the three open boxes, staring down at them with a blank expression.
“Whoa…
are those Devil Fruits?!” one of the crew members exclaimed, his eyes widening.
“One Murakumogiri, which happens to be one of the twelve Supreme Grade Swords, and two Devil Fruits,” Allen introduced, his voice gradually becoming eerie as he turned his gaze directly onto Whitebeard.
“One is a Paramecia-type, and the other is a Zoan-type.
As for what their specific abilities are…
I…
have…
no…
idea.” Whitebeard completely ignored Allen’s glaring look.
From the exact moment he walked into the room, his eyes hadn’t left Murakumogiri for a single second.
He stepped right past Allen, reached into the box, and lifted the massive polearm.
He swung it forcefully through the air a couple of times, creating a sharp whistling wind, before driving the heavy hilt deep into the stone floor.
Bang!
“Gurararara!
I’ve finally found a weapon that actually fits my hands!” Whitebeard laughed loudly, looking as happy as a six-meter-tall, six-hundred-pound child.
But it was hard to blame him.
With a massive physique like Whitebeard’s, finding a proper weapon was an absolute nightmare.
If you gave him any of the other Great Grade Swords, they would be far too small for him to wield effectively.
The image of Whitebeard trying to hold a standard katana like a pair of chopsticks was honestly hilarious.
Once his initial excitement subsided, Whitebeard turned back to his crew.
“Listen up, boys.
We originally agreed that Allen wouldn’t participate in the split of the spoils for this voyage.
But almost every single treasure we found today was obtained thanks to him.
So, I’ve decided that one of these two Devil Fruits will be given directly to Allen to handle as he sees fit.
Do any of you have an objection to that?” Although some of the ordinary pirates looked incredibly envious, not a single person raised their voice against the decision.
“No objections at all, Boss!
If it weren’t for Captain Allen, we wouldn’t have even laid a finger on this treasure room in the first place.” “That’s right!
Besides, the regular treasure from the slave ship and the gold piles we just found outside are already more than enough for the rest of us to split!” Hearing the crew’s genuine words brought a touch of warmth to Allen’s chest, and the dark gloom in his heart lifted significantly.
Even though he hadn’t fully decided if he wanted to eat one of these fruits yet, being part of a crew with this kind of selfless atmosphere felt great.
Whitebeard smiled with deep satisfaction at his men’s response.
“In that case, I won’t be taking a single Berry from the gold split either.
Having this Murakumogiri is more than enough for me.
Allen, go ahead and pick whichever fruit you want.” “Oh!
Long live the Captain!” The crew members cheered even louder now.
You had to understand that within the Rocks Pirates, the high-ranking officers always took the lion’s share of the plunder.
Even though Whitebeard was completely different from the other selfish officers, his crew would always spontaneously offer him the largest portion of the gold.
Now that Whitebeard was officially bowing out of the split, it meant everyone else was going to get a massive payout.
Who would ever complain about making more money?
Little did these pirates know how many times Monkey D.
Luffy would get brutally beaten up by Nami over money issues in the future.
Allen looked down at the two Devil Fruits, falling back into deep thought.
He didn’t know the exact abilities of the fruits yet; he only assumed the Zoan one was the Mythical Phoenix form, while he had absolutely no clue about the pineapple-shaped Paramecia one.
A normal person could only eat one Devil Fruit in their entire life, and he definitely didn’t possess a strange, abnormal body structure like Blackbeard.
If he accidentally ate a weak or useless ability, it would be a massive loss, especially since he would lose the ability to swim forever.
Whitebeard noticed Allen’s hesitation and spoke up.
“There’s no need to rush into a blind choice, Allen.
Let’s get the treasure moved onto the ship first.
We actually have a Devil Fruit Encyclopedia on board that we snatched during our last attack on that Marine base.
You can look these up and see exactly what they do before making your final decision.” Allen’s eyes instantly lit up.
“If you had an encyclopedia lying around, you should have said so earlier, Brother Newgate!” After half a day of grueling back-and-forth labor, the crew finally finished moving every single chest of gold from the hidden basement onto the ship.
Allen immediately grabbed the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia, practically bursting with impatience as he flipped through the pages to compare the illustrations with the two fruits sitting on the table before him.
It didn’t take long for him to spot the first one—the blue, flame-patterned Zoan fruit.
“As expected, it really is the Bird-Bird Fruit, Model: Phoenix,” Allen muttered quietly to himself.
He glanced over at young Marco, who was currently watching him from a distance with an incredibly envious look.
Remembering how the kid would occasionally follow him around, flattering him with genuine eyes of admiration, Allen sighed and placed the Phoenix fruit right back into its box.
Sigh…
I guess I’m just not a cold-hearted person after all, Allen thought helplessly.
I honestly don’t know if having a conscience is a good or a bad thing in this brutal pirate world.
Allen opened the book again, flipping through the pages for a few more minutes until his eyes locked onto the pineapple-shaped illustration.
He instantly froze, a wave of pure excitement rushing through his veins.
This is…
the Paramecia-type Gravity-Gravity Fruit!
The exact same fruit that Admiral Fujitora eats in the future!
It’s an absolute top-tier Devil Fruit that perfectly combines raw destructive power, crowd control, and incredible daily utility all into one package.
Allen eagerly picked up the Gravity Fruit and turned to Whitebeard with a wide grin.
“Brother Newgate, I’ve made my choice.
I’m going to eat this one.” Whitebeard looked over, a curious glint in his eye.
“Oh?
You’ve already found it?
What kind of ability does it give you?” “It’s the Gravity-Gravity Fruit,” Allen introduced happily, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.
“After eating it, I can freely manipulate gravitational forces, either on myself or throughout the surrounding space.” “Is that so?
Gurarara!
Well, since you’ve made up your mind, go right ahead and eat it.” “By the way, this other box holds the Mythical Zoan Phoenix fruit.
Keep it somewhere safe,” Allen said, handing the remaining box over to Whitebeard.
Whitebeard took the container and turned toward the rest of the gathered crew.
“It looks like our luck is incredibly good today, boys!
Listen up, whoever makes the greatest contribution to this crew in our future battles will be rewarded with this legendary Phoenix fruit!
Do any of you have an objection to that?” “Oh!
Keep it safe, Captain!” “Just wait, I’m definitely going to be the one to earn that fruit in our next raid!”