One Piece: Nobody has more Devil Fruits than me.

With a surge of energy welling up in his mouth, Russell tentatively exhaled a mouthful.

It burst forth with a powerful impact, accompanied by a wave of heat.

It's fire!

As an elemental force, it is a high-level existence no matter where it is placed.

Of course, flames are often described in a negative way.

Even dogs wouldn't eat the Flaming Fruit.

Anyone can conjure up flames.

That being said, the ability to breathe fire proves that Russell's line of thinking is correct!

If Paramecia-type Devil Fruits develop different forms through their unique characteristics, Zoan-type Devil Fruits are about constantly fusing together to create new species!

For example, right now... it seems to be evolving in the direction of a dragon.

If too many Zoan-type Devil Fruits fuse together and create some indescribable creature, it will bring a small Cthulhu shock to this sea.

Having returned to human form, Russell still retained some of the enhanced physical strength, which left him with a sense of nostalgia, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Leaving aside all the fancy abilities and forms, physical strength is the foundation of everything.

Garp's training method involved forcefully hammering warships to hone his skills, ultimately achieving his unparalleled physique and the reputation of his iron fist.

Russell placed great emphasis on physical training on the desert island, using wild beasts weighing tens of tons to train his arm strength and fighting based on Xingyi Quan. He lived like this for more than 20 years, so what did it matter if he tore apart Seastone?

He's not the kind of guy who becomes a "hard-working king" after two years of hard work, like a deserter king.

This has been over twenty years!

For Russell, the only thing he lacks now is Haki. He has already learned Armament Haki in his battles with those powerful individuals. The moment Russell learned Haki, he knew that it was something that consumed a lot of physical energy.

Some monsters can fight for three days and three nights and still use their domineering aura, which shows how strong they are.

In situations like these, resilience becomes especially important.

Russell felt that the Monkey D. family must have some kind of inherited ability.

Garp goes without saying, but as long as Luffy has food, no matter how badly he's injured, his tenacious vitality is like that of an unkillable cockroach; he can recover as soon as he eats.

A strong person cannot have weaknesses. For Russell now, in terms of domineering presence...

He looked at Grace beside him, "How did you learn Observation Haki?"

"You mean this kind of perception?"

Grace had never heard of the term "Observation Haki" before, and she had no idea how rare her power was in this vast ocean.

"I was blind from birth, but as early as when I could remember things, I met a badger and learned to perceive the world with my feet. After that, everything was transparent, except that the world had no color..."

what?

This is both the Earth Sect and the Transparent World.

He really is a prodigy.

"If you explore other avenues, your potential is far greater than this."

Grace plunged headlong into the craft of shipwrights, and she saw the skills firsthand, able to modify warships at will.

If the navy had discovered this skill earlier, they probably would have already recruited him.

Russell wasn't the one to pick up the scraps.

Grace was obsessed with the shipwright's profession, all because she was different from ordinary people in some ways. Originally, she, her master Gale, and a group of commoners from the former kingdom secretly developed a power device, planning to secretly build another ship and leave this place.

The sudden arrival of the navy led to the discovery of the power plant, and the civilians even turned around and told everyone everything.

Before she and Mr. Gale built those power devices, they were exhausted every day.

The prisoners here are basically just consumables; those who die from overwork are considered unlucky.

In the end, even the most vicious pirates showed no loyalty.

Russell and Ella swept through the enemy lines, proving that the so-called "managers" Walker had mentioned were ultimately no match for Bucky.

Before long, most of the Bridge Kingdom was occupied by the Demon Pirates.

This place is indeed huge, with massive bridges connecting it all.

There were too many people gathered together.

They were indeed difficult to manage, but Russell had no intention of disrupting the existing management system. After killing a few managers as a warning to others, he stood on the high platform, looking down at the dense crowd below.

"I'm a pirate. For the next few days, you guys stop building the bridge. Anyone who knows anything about shipbuilding, come over here and help me modify the ship, understand?"

Grace was also worried about the lack of manpower. The ship renovation would require the help of technicians who knew a little about shipbuilding. In the end, Grace could only be a general planner.

That's very simple.

The Kingdom on the Bridge lacks everything, except for laborers!

The dark mass of people below looked at each other in bewilderment; it was the first time they had ever seen pirates come to this area.

It has to be said that it's quite novel.

There was no reply for a long time.

Russell raised an eyebrow, then snapped his fingers, and the beasts suddenly took to the air, then reverted to their original wild animal forms in mid-air.

Staring at them with bared teeth from a massive, terrifying figure, the crowd was momentarily stunned before a chorus of terrified cries erupted.

"Hey, quiet down, who wants to die?" He said this while holding a Den Den Mushi speaker, and the noisy noise instantly quieted down.

There's a saying that goes something like that.

They weren't afraid; they just knew they were going to die.

Death is always the most unassuming yet most satisfying threat.

"I'll ask you one more time, do you understand?"

A chorus of voices rang out from below, "Understood!"

Russell nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Grace, "Is there anything else you need?"

Princess Grace!

Suddenly, a group of civilians rushed out from the crowd, one of whom had a fawning smile on his face, "Take us with you too."

“Grace, do you know these people?” Russell asked.

“Yes, I will never forget it, even if I die.” Grace stared coldly at the group, not knowing why they still had the nerve to show their faces in front of her.

Don't they feel any remorse for causing their teacher's death?

Russell grinned and said, "You can do whatever you want with me. You're an officer on my ship now!"

My future identity will be that of a pirate, so I really need to experience what it's like to be a pirate beforehand.

"Grace, we're sorry, we didn't want to either, Walker forced us to!" the group of civilians shouted.

"Don't hesitate,"

Russell tossed Muramasa to Grace, saying, "Forgiving them is God's business. Your job is to send them to meet God!"

Chapter 59 How can they be the same?

On the high seas, betrayal is the most despicable thing, and in Russell's eyes, it belongs to the lowest of the low among low-level pirates.

Even a second glance at such a person makes me feel like my eyes are dirty.

Pirates are a profession, and that doesn't mean they are a group of low-class people.

Work is work, and life is life. How can they be the same?

Defining good and bad people solely based on their profession is narrow-minded.

The most representative figure here is Akainu, who claims to be the epitome of absolute justice. Whenever he sees a pirate, he says, "Once a pirate, always a pirate!"

Sometimes Russell even wanted to dig out this guy's brain to see what it was made of, because defining good and bad in this way must mean he'd been brainwashed by something.

The World Government has done a whole host of bad things, especially the Celestial Dragons, who don't treat people like human beings at all.

Under this distorted concept of justice, the Navy also behaved rather abstractly. No wonder that Kuzan, who later became an admiral, felt confused, questioned justice, and then left the Navy.

To be honest, if ordinary people could afford to eat, who would want to go to sea and become a pirate? This kind of profession, where one might not even know where their next meal is coming from, is something only people like Russell, who are doing it out of interest, find enjoyment in.

Russell originally intended to teach Grace how to be a pirate in the future.

Then the girl with blood on her face came back and handed the sword back to Russell.

“You’re right. Although I don’t know who God is, they probably won’t see him.”

Grace said calmly, "I don't think there's anything forgivable about betraying someone."

The stench of blood from the carnage was spreading, and even Ella couldn't help but cast an admiring glance at them.

She completely agreed with this statement; it seemed she would have a great companion on the ship from now on.

"Haha, it's alright, you're right. Those guys won't see God anyway; they're probably off smoking with Caesar."

"I'm entrusting the ship modification project entirely to you. If you need anything, just let me know. You can contact me or Ella. You can also command the Serpent Mother's alien beast force now."