The shockwaves and raging gales slowly dissipated.
Thud!
Sinan, who had been holding his ultra-cool punching pose, was so thoroughly exhausted that he slumped heavily onto his butt.
Having only used his powers twice, Sinan felt completely drained.
It was obvious that while the Devil Fruit’s abilities were incredibly overpowered, the stamina consumption was equally massive.
His base physical body was still far too weak.
Seeing Sinan collapse onto the deck, Nami assumed something terrible had happened and hurriedly ran over to help him up.
“Sinan, are you okay?” Nami asked with genuine concern.
“I’m fine, it just used up way too much energy.
I’m completely exhausted,” Sinan said, shaking his head slightly, his perfect face showing a trace of deep fatigue.
The moment Sinan finished speaking, two pirates suddenly sprinted out onto the deck.
Both their faces were flushed with alcohol, looking utterly bewildered.
One of them, gripping a cutlass, bellowed at the two, “Who the hell are you?!
What’s going on here?!” One look confirmed they were the very same dead-drunk pirates Nami had practically strip-searched in the sailors’ quarters earlier.
Butcher Bakal smashing clean through the length of the ship had caused a catastrophic racket, and the whole vessel was already starting to burn.
Even the deepest sleepers would have woken up by now.
Seeing the pirates brandishing swords, Nami instinctively reached for her weapon to defend herself, only to remember her staff had been snapped in half by Bakal.
Seeing Nami’s sudden panic, Sinan reassured her gently, “It’s fine.
Leave them to me.” With that, Sinan raised his hand toward the two pirates, forcefully gathering what little energy remained inside his body.
CRACKLE!
A deafening boom of thunder roared, accompanied by a blinding flash of lightning.
Thump!
Thump!
Struck squarely by the lightning, both pirates instantly turned pitch-black.
With smoke rising from their heads and hair completely on end, they collapsed limply onto the deck.
These two were just ordinary cannon fodder pirates; they possessed nowhere near the monstrous vitality required to tank a lightning strike like Bakal.
Witnessing Sinan display his powers once more, Nami cheered excitedly, “That’s incredible!
Sinan, what exactly happened?!
How did you suddenly get so incredibly strong?!” Even more physically drained from casting his power again, Sinan replied weakly, “I just ate a Devil Fruit and gained superpowers.” Hearing this, Nami’s expression momentarily turned serious, but her eyes instantly morphed into giant $$ symbols as she asked, “Did you just say you ate a Devil Fruit?
The legendary treasure of the sea that grants demonic powers, and goes for an absolute minimum of 100,000,000 Berries on the black market?!
THAT Devil Fruit?!” Seeing Nami’s intense reaction, Sinan assumed she was just surprised he knew what they were, so he nodded honestly and replied, “Yeah!
What’s wrong?” Obviously, the very last part of Nami’s question was the only part that actually mattered to her.
Getting his confirmation triggered an instant, horrific mutation in Nami’s expression.
Her $$ eyes morphed into terrifying, pure-white shark eyes, and her teeth turned into razor-sharp fangs.
She immediately grabbed Sinan by the neck and started throttling him violently.
“You bastard!
You absolute fucking bastard!
That was a hundred million Berries!
No, it could have been worth a BILLION Berries!
And you just swallowed it all by yourself?!
How are you going to pay me back for that?!” What else could be said?
That was Nami for you—a devout worshiper of cash.
Being violently shaken back and forth like a literal ragdoll, Sinan didn’t even have the energy to formulate a response.
Just as Sinan was legitimately on the verge of being shaken to death by an enraged Nami, he was saved by the sudden coughing of the prostitute lying nearby.
Cough!
Cough!
Cough!
Lying completely naked on the deck and constantly coughing up mouthfuls of fresh blood, the prostitute was truly going to die if she didn’t get immediate medical attention.
The world of One Piece truly bred incredible genetics.
Even though she was merely a common prostitute, her body was phenomenally explosive.
She possessed massive breasts, a slender waist, a perky ass, and long, gorgeous legs.
If she existed in Sinan’s previous world, her stunning appearance would easily make her an international supermodel.
Yet in this brutal world, she was reduced to selling her body to absolute scum like low-class pirates.
Of course, Sinan didn’t discriminate against sex workers.
Most people were forced into this line of work simply to survive; if they weren’t desperately trying to stay alive, no normal person would willingly degrade themselves like this.
The pirate ship was well aflame, the bright firelight casting everything in crystal clarity.
Catching Sinan openly staring at the naked woman’s body, Nami mercilessly chopped him on the head.
But this time, her hand chop failed to leave a massive bump.
Nami felt as if her chop had struck a soft piece of cotton; all of the sheer force completely vanished on impact.
“Stop looking at her!” Nami warned fiercely, immediately moving her hands to cover Sinan’s eyes.
Sinan hurriedly explained, “She’s dying!
Maybe my powers can save her life.” With that, Sinan walked over to the prostitute and gently placed his hand on her lower abdomen.
A faint white glow radiated from his palm and gradually spread across the woman’s body.
Immediate physical changes occurred; her skin became visibly fairer, smoother, and vastly healthier.
Her entire body seemed revitalized with raw energy, and her shallow breathing quickly grew deeper and much stronger.
“How is she?
Can she be saved?” Nami asked curiously.
Watching the woman’s skin instantly become flawless and silky-smooth, Nami actually displayed a highly intrigued expression that screamed, “I want to try that too!” Sinan shook his head slightly and said, “I don’t know.
The direct healing effect of my power is actually quite minor.
Whether she survives or not depends entirely on her own will to live.” After the Devil Fruit had fully fused with his body, Sinan inherently understood exactly what he was capable of.
His fruit granted a vast array of insane powers, such as generating vibrations, discharging electricity, absorbing energy, and extreme lubrication.
His lubrication ability was highly similar to Alvida’s Slip-Slip Fruit.
In his past life, he had read fan theories online regarding advanced developments of the Slip-Slip Fruit, such as literally slipping away incoming attacks and mitigating internal damage.
The prostitute had suffered varying degrees of concussive trauma to her internal organs when she was violently thrown by Bakal.
Sinan’s power made her entire body—inside and out—incredibly slippery.
This friction-less state minimized further abrasive tearing of her internal wounds from physical movement, prevented blood clots from blocking her arteries, and allowed her body to smoothly expel harmful congested blood.
Judging by her stabilizing condition, Sinan’s ability had undoubtedly proven highly effective.
Although Sinan claimed the effect was minor, Nami could clearly see the massive improvement in the woman’s state.
She genuinely didn’t want this innocent woman to die because of her botched infiltration.
The prostitute was now fine, but Nami suddenly had a massive problem.
“AH!
MY MONEY!” Staring at the captain’s cabin now engulfed in a raging inferno, Nami suddenly remembered the treasure chest still sitting inside and screamed at the top of her lungs.
The horrifying thought of all those beautiful Berries burning to ash made her so enraged she brutally smashed her fist right onto Sinan’s head.
Grabbing Sinan by the shoulders, Nami started violently shaking him again.
With her shark face fully manifested, she roared, “You brain-dead idiot!
This is completely your fault!
Why the hell did you use lightning and set the ship on fire?!
Think of something, quick!
There’s an entire treasure chest still in there!” Shaken until he was dizzy and seeing stars all over again, Sinan hastily yelled, “Let go of me!
I’ll think of something right now!
There might still be a way to save it!” Hearing this, Nami immediately grabbed Sinan and aggressively hurled him straight toward the raging fire.
That was Nami in a nutshell—an unapologetic money grubber.
If you caused her to lose even a single Berry, she would fight you to the bitter end.
Hearing that Sinan could salvage her money, she didn’t hesitate for a microsecond to push him straight into the deadly flames.
The flames roared fiercely, the extreme temperatures distorting the air itself.
Confronted with a wall of blistering heat that would severely scorch an ordinary human standing this close, Sinan simply felt a very pleasant, cozy warmth.
Despite literally pushing him into an inferno, Nami truly didn’t want him to die; she just assumed he actually had a solid plan to put out the fire!
Seeing Sinan actually walking right into the center of the blaze, Nami was practically scared out of her mind.
“Hey!
Sinan, what the hell are you doing?!” But Sinan completely ignored Nami.
Instead, he reached his hand directly into the roaring flames, a bright white halo instantly manifesting around his palm.
The moment his hand made contact with the flames, a powerful, invisible vortex of suction erupted from his palm.
Dragged in by this overwhelming pull, the raging, blazing inferno began rapidly funneling straight into his hand.