I have the Flame-Flame Fruit, I'm invincible!

Furthermore, Shanks keenly noticed that after hearing Uta's singing, his spirits were even more excited than before.

Simply put, it's like being on stimulants, allowing you to exert more strength than usual and recover your stamina faster.

As a user of the Song-Song Fruit, Uta's singing voice inherently contains power.

In the original timeline, at his peak, Uta could force 70% of the world's population into sleep and pull them all into the Uta Space, which was extremely abnormal.

However, the Song-Song Fruit has not actually been developed to its full potential.

For example, as a support class, it can certainly buff the audience.

People feel happy when they hear beautiful music.

It's reasonable that they can perform at a higher level, and it's reasonable that their stamina recovery speed is faster, right?

A good mood boosts immunity and accelerates injury recovery, right? ...It's even a cultivation buff.

All buffs can be stacked.

Similarly, since it can force people into hypnotic control, it can also apply debuffs.

Singing can also be noise.

For example, mental confusion, psychological attacks, control...

These days, support players are incredibly powerful.

Furthermore, the propagation of a song relies on vibration, which can be extended to the realm of vibration, drawing parallels to Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor Fruit.

There are plenty of development directions; anyone can talk nonsense.

Devil Fruits don't care about physics or science.

If someone with abilities thinks it's relevant, then it is relevant.

It all depends on whether the person with the ability dares to think about it, dares to believe in it, and can develop it.

Dickby, a native, is known for his imaginative ideas.

Because of the short timeframe, Uta's current abilities are limited to two things: singing can accelerate physical recovery and invigorate the mind.

All of these are beneficial to Dick's training.

Dick was so moved he almost cried.

Sure enough, having support is a good thing.

“4899, 4900, 4901,” Dick said, sweating profusely.

The physical exertion was quickly restored by Uta's singing, relieving fatigue and increasing training time; Uta could also use this to improve her abilities, killing two birds with one stone.

Redhead silently watched the hardworking young men and women.

They are moving forward in pursuit of their dreams.

As for Luffy, he was still eating meat, his mouth bulging.

The red-haired man smiled slightly and left quietly.

Just as he came quietly, he left without taking away a single cloud.

Macino Bar, a familiar place, familiar people, and a familiar banquet.

The atmosphere was lively, with toasts being exchanged and voices mingling.

Especially after Uta publicly apologized to Shanks and the others.

"Why should I apologize?" the redhead asked gently.

“I made you do things you didn’t like, and that made you angry,” Uta said, her eyes red.

"Haha, silly girl, no one's angry. You're doing this for our own good." The redhead gently patted Uta's head.

"As my daughter, I will understand whatever you do."

“That’s right, Uta, who would be angry with you?”

"We all know you're doing this for our own good."

"So you're quitting drinking?" Uta asked in surprise.

An awkward silence fell instantly. Shanks and the others exchanged bewildered glances.

Look at the wine glass, then look at the Uta.

Dick covered his mouth, refusing to laugh, absolutely refusing to laugh.

Only Luffy was still munching away.

Still looking up in confusion, why was there no sound?

"Haha, just kidding," Uta said with a laugh.

"Phew," Rakiro patted his chest, he really thought it was the end of the world.

Mengshida does a somersault.

"I'll sing you a song, this is the latest one that Dick and I wrote. The song is called 'Believe'."

Looking at the cute and beautiful Uta on the stage, the red-haired man's eyes were glazed over, as if he was recalling the day he found Uta.

That day, he became a father.

Originally, Shanks never intended to raise Uta himself.

What changed your mind?

That smile? Or that cry, or something else entirely?

"Dick, thank you for helping Uta grow."

"She was always a good person."

"That's true." The redhead smiled, stroking the box in his hand. He sighed inwardly.

"Here, this is a gift for you."

Upon opening the box, one finds a fruit with mysterious patterns.

Devil Fruit.

"You should know that this is a treasure of the sea, a Devil Fruit, which I obtained by chance," the red-haired man said with emotion, his gaze fixed intently on Dick.

He believed that Dick would definitely not let this fruit down.

This is the most special fruit, capable of changing the world.

Redhead once wondered why he had stayed in Windmill Village for so long.

The East Blue, Garp's hometown, doesn't seem like a place he should stay.

The new world is the stage where I should truly shine.

Just because of Shirley's prophecy?

The person who will change the world will appear in Windmill Village; a destined encounter, the beginning of everything. —By Mrs. Shirley

Shanks used to think it was Luffy, the special child he met in Windmill Village. But now he knows he was wrong.

The person she had been waiting for was Dick.

Otherwise, why would I have met Dick in Windmill Village?

Dick recognized him the first time they met.

Highly talented, strong, self-disciplined, and with a good personality (okay, this is still pending). He is steady in his work and can help his partners grow.

Who else could we be waiting for but Dick?

Luffy?

Impossible, he's far inferior to Dick.

Everything is fate.

Or rather, it was the arrangement of the Nika fruit.

Dick has a toothache.

If he wasn't mistaken, this should be a Nika Fruit that had been a rubber fruit for over 20 years and then instantly transformed into a Mythical Zoan type.

So what exactly did I do to make Shanks take out Nika on his own initiative?

And let yourself eat it?

Red-haired, what are you planning to do?

"I am a superhuman."

"Huh?" The redhead was stunned.

"I am a power user," Dick emphasized again, flames erupting from his body.

A person with superpowers, truly a person with superpowers.

You, a guy who spends all day practicing swordsmanship and physical training, are an ability user?

Red-haired stared blankly at Dick, the Devil Fruit in his hand falling silently onto the table.