One Piece: Nobody has more Devil Fruits than me.

A pirate is a good pirate as long as he pays for what he buys!

"And my mother said that even if someone else's things are stolen, they still belong to that person."

“Not bad, Madam. I really appreciate your teachings. Why don’t you go back and ask your mother if she wants to come aboard my ship?”

Seeing Rika's increasingly wary expression, Russell couldn't help but curl his lip.

His wife wasn't really his hobby; he believed that things were only truly good if he developed them himself.

Who still likes tattered pants literature these days?

"Go to that big ship in the port and call some men over. Here's your payment."

Russell casually tossed Rika a wad of cash, and the little girl excitedly went to call for help.

"Is this the treasure I was talking about? It even tried to negotiate with me before it died."

He kicked the door open because he heard there was some treasure inside; the navy officer was trying to use it as leverage in negotiations before he died.

"Looks like this is it."

Russell found the treasure chest hidden in a secluded corner.

With a pinch, the lock was opened.

A flash of crimson light crossed Russell's eyes; he saw a knife.

"It feels very sharp, is it a famous sword?"

Some swords make you feel like you're about to be slashed just by looking at them.

Owning a famous sword automatically grants you the most sought-after profession on this vast sea: swordsman.

Russell had never used a knife, but weapons are an enhancement to combat skills for strong individuals; a famous knife, wielded casually, might just slice through a mountain.

As soon as he reached out to grab it, the iron chain below the hilt automatically wrapped around his wrist.

Then Russell saw tiny barbs appear on the chains, eagerly trying to pierce his skin.

A famous sword?

No, it's a demon sword!

Chapter 14: The Split of the Red Earth Continent!

The Muramasa, a demonic sword, is excited by the blood of the strong. To master it requires a tremendous price, enduring the constant pain of blood loss.

The blade is 99 cm long, the guard is a blood-red triangle, the hilt is wrapped in deep purple patterns and adorned with blood-red accents, and the scabbard is blood-red.

There was an ancient, rare book nearby that clearly explained the origin of the demon sword.

Russell's expression was somewhat strange, especially as he watched the sharp little thorns try to pierce his skin but were slid away, then stand there questioning his existence.

Slippery fruit.

I wanted to crawl in, but I couldn't.

"If you want to drink my blood, can you use your domineering aura?"

Russell gripped the hilt tightly, and the scattered thorns instantly retracted and wrapped around his hand.

The famous swords of this sea are divided into three grades: fifty good swords, twenty-one great swords, and twelve supreme great swords.

These are further divided into naginata, black sword, demon sword, fast sword, etc.

The Demon Blade is the most vicious and difficult to wield among all famous blades. When the demonic energy within the blade is strong, it can even control a person's mind and take the life of the wielder. However, the more dangerous the blade, the more spiritual it is, and the more unpredictable its hidden power becomes.

In the vast ocean, there are very few swordsmen who dare to wield the demonic blade.

But everything in the universe has a relationship of mutual generation and mutual restraint, and Russell wasn't afraid of this guy sucking blood at all.

He held the Muramasa in his hand and casually swung it around, the air filled with the sharp sound of sword wind.

It's hard to imagine how satisfying it would be to cut someone with this knife.

.......

At the port, large and small packages of supplies were being loaded onto ships belonging to the World Government.

We can prepare to set sail.

All necessary supplies have been replenished; we can go for more than half a month without entering port.

Russell toyed with the knife in his hand. The demon sword, which did not absorb blood, lacked sharpness and looked sickly.

But he couldn't absorb it. As a sword, Muramasa made Russell feel that the other party was doubting the sword's life.

After giving two drops of blood, he said, "You can only have it if I give it to you. You can't take it if I don't give it to you, understand?"

It was clear that the knife was very fond of Russell's blood; the blade immediately emitted a bewitching color.

Yes, he likes knives with intelligence.

The port is becoming increasingly lively.

Russell looked at the smiling men helping to carry the things with a strange expression.

"Have these people never seen pirates before?"

Ella stepped forward and said, "We spent a total of fifteen million Berries, almost emptying the entire town."

I heard that Russell's ship was recruiting people. Forget about becoming pirates, some people even brought their own weapons and excitedly boarded the ship.

"Tsk, compared to the self-proclaimed righteous Navy, we pirates are more like the Navy?"

Russell asked, "How was the navigator you found?"

Ella shook her head.

Russell wasn't surprised; navigators were a rare profession on this high seas, so it was normal that there weren't any in the town.

We'll have to go somewhere else.

"Help! Help! Don't eat my leg!"

One mournful cry after another rang out from the side.

"Ok?"

Russell looked back and saw a group of people huddled together, trembling. The leader was a clown in disguise, his body already separated, with only his upper body remaining.

Ella said, "Buggy the Clown has a bounty of 15 million Berries, which is quite high for the East Blue. He's a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit user who can split his body into pieces. I've entrusted half of his body to the Alien Force for safekeeping."

After learning that Bucky was a Devil Fruit user, Isla understood Russell's plan: every Devil Fruit user was an increase in Russell's strength.

"Bucky, I almost forgot about him."

Russell smiled and looked at the tiger-man who was holding a leg and drooling. "Don't eat it yet, I'll keep it for later."

The tiger-man shuddered, his eyes immediately clearing, and he obediently took Bucky's leg and walked to Russell's side.

Russell grabbed it and threw it directly at Bucky.

They're back, finally back.

Bucky was overjoyed. He had originally planned to split his body to escape, but his legs were left behind by the other side!

It's better to have a whole body.

"We're all pirates, we're all brothers."

Bucky was not as arrogant as he had been at the beginning. None of the beast-headed, human-bodied people on the ship were easy to deal with. As soon as he smiled, a hand covered his face.

"Um?!"

Bucky screamed and kicked his legs involuntarily.

"Who said you're my brother?"

Russell grabbed Buggy's face and laughed, "Who among pirates calls you brother?"

"Yes, we can talk things over!"

Bucky felt a sense of powerlessness, even more so than the feeling he had experienced from the Straw Hat Pirates.

All my bad luck started when I met the Straw Hat Boy!

No, if I had to put it that way, it all started when Shanks made me eat that Devil Fruit!

The next second, his eyes widened.

I felt a certain kind of power draining from my body.

"Hmm, not bad, the Chop-Chop Fruit?"

At this moment, Russell also received information about the Devil Fruit.

[Paramecia type, Chop-Chop Fruit]

[Ability: Can split the body into pieces, granting immunity to most slashing attacks; with further development, it can also split objects.]

This is what you call a fruit that has split into four pieces.

What's the point of something that can only be used for body division?

A circus clown?