One Piece: Starting with God Valley, intercepting the Dark-Dark Fruit

Vegapunk looked at Giggs with great surprise, then nodded and said...

"I've had the same idea as you, but I haven't had a chance to experiment with it yet, and there aren't that many Devil Fruits available for me to experiment with right now."

Devil Fruits are rare items, and even a common Zoan-type Devil Fruit can fetch a price of 100 million, not to mention that they are often hard to find even when they are available.

Even if the World Government has some Devil Fruit reserves, it cannot squander them like cabbages. Moreover, the value of some Devil Fruits cannot be measured in money.

For example, the Op-Op Fruit, which was explicitly priced in the original work, is far more valuable than money in terms of its advertised abilities.

Jiger thought for a moment and said,

"If you need a Devil Fruit, just ask Satan Sante. I'll try to get you a few. Just focus on your experiments. I'm very interested in Devil Fruits."

Vegapunk laughed heartily upon hearing this, and his fondness for Giger increased considerably.

Although Giger had threatened him before, he was, after all, an accomplice of Gulando. Even if he was forced to do so, it was already quite good that Giger didn't kill him on the spot, given his status.

To be honest, the impression that Zig gave Vegapunk was very different from the Celestial Dragons he had ever met.

At least one thing is certain: as a Celestial Dragon, Giggs does have a modicum of reason. Well, just a modicum.

As Vegapunk smiled broadly, Zig frowned and said with some displeasure,

"Stop laughing, go do your experiment. I need to see the results quickly. Uncle Galin is waiting for me to come back for dinner."

"Uh, I'm so sorry, Jigsel, I'll go right away!"

Vegapunk snapped out of his daze and quickly turned to the lab table. After a series of operations, he injected the demonic factor into the blood sample he had just taken from Giger.

Next, Vegapunk placed the prepared sample under a microscope, and a screen next to it displayed the condition of the blood.

Giger slowly walked behind Vegapunk. He looked at the screen, but after staring at it for a while, he still couldn't figure it out. He couldn't help but ask,

"How is it? Is there anything unusual?"

Chapter 111 Giger's Resolve

Vegapunk observed carefully for a long time before slowly speaking.

"Judging from this, the newly injected demonic factor is behaving very smoothly, with no rejection occurring."

Giger pressed on,

"So that means I can eat another Devil Fruit, right?"

"I wouldn't say it's absolute, but there's at least a 90% chance of success!"

Giger narrowed his eyes, thinking that betting on a powerful Devil Fruit ability with a 90% probability was definitely worth it for him.

At this moment, he was already considering what his next Devil Fruit would be.

Vegapunk wanted to retrieve the completed experimental samples, but when Gigg saw this, he raised his hand and released a patch of darkness that devoured and destroyed the experimental samples.

Although Vegapunk just said that cloning Giger was impossible, Giger still felt it was better to be on the safe side.

After the blood was destroyed, the power of the Persian Cat Fruit was once again recycled into a fruit in the Dark Bible.

When Giger produced another brand-new Persian Cat Fruit, Vegapunk was completely dumbfounded and hurriedly asked Giger how he had done it.

However, Giggs merely smiled mysteriously, handed the Persian Cat Fruit to Vegapunk, and said...

"Focus on your experiment, I'll tell you later."

Vegapunk didn't dare say much, only gave a wry smile and exclaimed how regrettable it was.

The sample he just saw was the only one of its kind in the world for Vegapunk, of course, assuming he didn't know about the existence of a freak like Blackbeard.

Giger raised his arm and looked at it. The wound he had made earlier had completely disappeared, leaving no trace.

He smiled with satisfaction, glanced at Vegapunk, and said calmly,

"Have you remembered everything I told you to do today?"

Vegapunk responded honestly.

"Remember, modify Stussy's loyalty targets and develop authoritarian chips."

“Yes, that’s great. The people of Baltimore will be very grateful to you.”

After saying that, under Vegapunk's gaze, Zig's figure twisted into a dark vortex and finally disappeared completely.

After Gigg disappeared, Vegapunk slumped forward and let out a long sigh of relief.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself,

"What kind of monster have I created! What a disaster!"

......

Mary Geoise, inside the palace

Garin had just returned from the training room. He took off his training clothes, changed into a black robe, and sat on the sofa with his eyes closed to rest.

Before he could even rest for a moment, the air in front of him suddenly distorted, and a smiling Giger appeared before him.

Garin opened his eyes and laughed.

"You've come back just in time. I've already instructed the servants to prepare a meal. Let's eat here today."

Giger plopped down next to Garin, picked up the teacup Garin had placed on the table, took a sip, and said...

“Okay, but they’ll have to make another copy. I’ll bring it to Lucia tonight.”

"Is it really necessary to go to so much trouble? There's plenty of food, and the leftovers are enough for several people to have a good meal."

"No, how can my Lucia eat leftovers? To be honest, if it weren't for your insistence, Uncle Garin, I would still want Lucia to eat with us."

Garin didn't respond to that question; he couldn't tolerate a slave having dinner with him, and his affability was only reserved for Gig.

Giger knew this too. He shrugged, leaned back on the soft sofa, and wore a contented expression.

Garin found it amusing and teased,

"You seem quite happy. What's wrong? Did something interesting happen with Vegapunk?"

Giger's lips couldn't help but curl upwards. He told Garin about what had happened today, and Garin listened with a smile. At this moment, he was not a king, but just an ordinary elder.

But when he heard Giggs's desire to eat another Devil Fruit, his expression changed drastically, and he said,

"No! This is too risky!"

Giger was taken aback; he hadn't expected Garin to react so strongly. He quickly said...

"It's alright. I've already had Vegapunk do the experiment, and he said there's a 90% success rate."

"What about the remaining 10%? The probability of death?"

Giger fell silent. Garin looked into Giger's eyes and said, word by word,

"Do you know that you're gambling with your life?"

"I know, but I have the Dark-Dark Fruit, so even if something unexpected happens, I believe I can protect myself."

Garin frowned, about to speak, when the servant's voice rang out from the doorway.

"Lord Garin, the food is ready. May we bring it in now?"

Giger glanced towards the door and said,

"Uncle Jialin, let's eat first, and we can talk about it while we eat."

Garin could tell that Giger still hadn't given up on the idea of ​​eating another Devil Fruit. He sighed and told the servants to serve the food.

After all the dishes were served, the servant wanted to pour wine for Garin and Giger, but Giger waved her off, took the bottle from the servant, and said calmly,

"That's all for you. You can leave now."

The servant immediately bowed and took his leave, leaving only Garin and Giger in the bedroom.

Giger poured Garin a full glass of wine, then poured one for himself, and said,

"Uncle Jialin, don't worry about me, I know what I'm doing."

Garin picked up his glass, looked at the red liquor swirling within, and said...

"Gig, isn't one Dark-Dark Fruit enough for you? What other Devil Fruit have you set your sights on?"

"Nothing for now, but I'm quite interested in that Blood-Blood Fruit. By the way, any news about Grando lately?"

Garin gave Giger a deep look and said,

"He is still staying in his palace. I haven't seen him for a long time. All I know is that over the years he has had people purchase a large number of slaves from Sabaody, and these slaves have all been sent to his palace."

"Slaves? When did he develop a hobby of keeping slaves?"

"Humph."

Garin snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and said...

"I think I've guessed it too. It's probably related to that Blood-Blood Fruit. So you'd better improve your strength quickly, or I'll have to clean house before you even get to him."

"Uncle Garin, what do you mean by that?"

"Have you forgotten what I told you? Your grandfather was destroyed by this Blood-Blood Fruit. Even he couldn't control its power. Do you think Grando can?"

At this point, Garin closed his eyes, the scene of killing his father with his own hands flashing through his mind. He reached out and snatched the bottle from Giger's hand, tilting his head back to drink it down.