Angel investor in the One Piece world

Chapter 52 Mechanical Island! Robin's Dream

There are four artifacts that have been used to consume Devil Fruits in the original work.

The gun in Mr. 4's hand is from someone who ate the Dog-Dog Fruit.

The knife in Spandam's hand that had eaten the elephant-elephant fruit.

Caesar created the poison gas that caused people to eat salamander fruits.

And the red-haired twin brother, Figaland Shamlock, the leader of the Knights of God, wields a knife that appears to have eaten the Cerberus Fruit.

All of them are Zoan-type abilities, which is probably related to the fact that the will of beasts resides within the Zoan-type Devil Fruits.

From this perspective, it seems impossible to make an object consume a Logia or Paramecia-type Devil Fruit.

After all, even if an object possesses abilities, it lacks a will to activate those abilities.

but--

Damian's lips curled into a smile.

One's own puppet strings can turn everything connected to them into puppets, and controlling these puppets to activate their abilities is naturally within their grasp.

What?

Is becoming a multi-talented person really that easy?

However, all of this is predicated on finding someone with the relevant skills.

There are probably only a handful of people in the world who have mastered the technology related to Devil Fruits.

Vegapunk is one, Caesar is another.

But there's no reason why the Devil Fruit weapons they created would have leaked out and fallen into Mr. 4's hands.

After all, creating Devil Fruit weapons is undoubtedly a huge waste; no matter how powerful a weapon is, it can't compare to a human being.

There certainly aren't many Devil Fruit weapons within the government, and Mr. 4 certainly doesn't have the background of Spandam to be able to be assigned one of them.

Therefore, there must be other experts out there!

Damian asked with a hint of anticipation, "Mr. 4, where did you get this dog?"

"dog?"

Barto glanced at the puppy instinctively.

My older brother has never liked keeping pets. He says he already has many pets that are more obedient than cats and dogs, so there's no need for him to go through all that trouble.

How could a guy like that be interested in a dog?

Wait a minute? Where did this dog come from? There weren't any dogs on the ship before.

And what's even more strange is—

"Hey! What's wrong with this dog? It's fused with a gun?" Barto exclaimed in shock.

"What?"

Sanji, Zoro, and Nami were all drawn to the dog, and even Kuina turned her gaze to it, marveling at the creature.

"Wow, there are dogs like this?"

Sanji clicked his tongue in amazement, "As expected of the Grand Line!"

"I want to raise a dog that's fused with a famous sword!" Zoro dreamed.

"Of course, there are no such creatures on the Grand Line. That's a gun that ate a Zoan-type Dog-Dog Fruit."

Seeing that it was his turn to shine, Mr. 3 quickly spoke up.

Barto's eyes widened. "I ate it!"

Sanji couldn't stop grinning, "The Inu Inu Fruit—"

"gun?"

Zoro stroked his chin. "What kind of Devil Fruit is best for a sword to eat?"

Damian ignored the boys' noise and just stared blankly at Mr. 4.

Mr. 4, tall and stout, carrying a massive metal baseball bat, just stared blankly at Damian with snot running down his face.

He's not very bright.

"Fool!"

Miss. Christmas, his partner, leaped up on her short legs and slapped Mr. 4 hard across the head. "Lord Damian is asking you a question!"

It's amazing how active she is.

Barto hadn't held back with his attack; the sharp Tempest Kick's vacuum wave tore a deep wound in her stomach.

"Lord Damian! It's Baltimore!"

The woman gave Damian a fawning smile. "I asked this idiot about it before, and he said he got the gun from Baltimore, the island of machines! That doctor's name is—"

"Yes! His name is Dr. Tsukimi!"

Baltimore?

Damian nodded knowingly.

Vegapunk's hometown; he did indeed leave behind a lot of technology there.

And Dr. Tsukimi was an even more remarkable scientist.

Although he did not appear in the main story, he created a machine soldier with intelligence and emotions in the cover story.

What's even more noteworthy is that the design of those robotic soldiers is almost identical to that of the robots in the ruins on the moon.

Therefore, that doctor, like Vegapunk, probably inherited the technology of the ancient kingdom.

If it were him, then I could certainly understand.

"Yes, it's Baltimore..."

Mr.4 finally realized what was happening.

I'll go there after I finish things up in Baltimore and Alabasta.

Afterwards, Damian took his friends to the palace to receive a banquet from the king.

It should be said that both the host and guests had a pleasant time.

After the banquet, Damian also showed the king and his ministers the weather devices he had made.

Although these items are weather weapons carried by the Sky Sword, they certainly cannot be sold to Alabasta as is; their functions must be somewhat reduced.

But if it's just for demonstration, it's fine.

One shot fired, creating a dark cloud that covered an area of hundreds of meters in radius, and then another shot brought a downpour.

This sight delighted Cobra and his ministers.

As long as there are enough weather devices, even after Mr. Damian and his group leave Alabasta, the country will not fall into disaster again.

Cobra waved his hand and immediately designated a large plot of land in the center of the rain-soaked area as a factory site for Moretti Weather Company, gifting it to Damian.

At the same time, the manpower needed for construction and all kinds of equipment needed for production were given away for free.

Furthermore, Cobra granted Moretti Weather Company a ten-year tax exemption.

It can be said that they are full of sincerity.

Damian naturally reciprocated, and tomorrow he planned to take the Sky Sword to various major cities in Alabasta to make it rain.

It should rain about once a day in each city.

At the same time, the machinery used to produce weather instruments must be manufactured as soon as possible.

This was quite simple for Damian. He had already done it in Loguetown, and he was also adept at creating machinery. Once the puppet strings were connected, the materials could be transformed into whatever shape he wanted them to take.

However, the most important thing is something else entirely.

The time was night of that day.

Outside Damian's door, Robin, wrapped in a fur coat, stood with his arms crossed and eyes downcast.

Damian had previously told her to come see him at night.

Are they in such a hurry?

Robin's eyes dimmed.

But she quickly regained her composure.

No matter what, as long as you're alive, there's always a time to realize your dreams!

The beautiful woman finally raised her hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A man's somewhat muffled voice came from inside the door.

Robin took a deep breath and pushed open the door to enter.

Inside was a very luxurious room, with crystal chandeliers that could only be described as magnificent, various paintings on the walls that looked very expensive, and thick carpets covering the floor. It was hard to imagine that it was actually on a ship.

In the center of the room was a large bed.

Damian lay on the bed, shirtless, while two pretty maids massaged his back with their long, slender, white hands.

He certainly knows how to enjoy life.

"Go out."

Damian neither rolled over nor raised his head.

The two maids left the room without saying a word, closing the door behind them.

Nico Robin took a deep breath, pulled open her coat, and the heavy coat slid to the ground, revealing the form-fitting nightgown underneath.

The woman's hands trembled slightly, but she finally managed to grasp the shoulder straps of her nightgown.

"Once you take this off, it won't be easy to put it back on."

Damian slowly turned over and sat up, calmly looking at Robin, who was barely visible.

"..."

Robin paused for a moment, then looked up at her with a gentle, suggestive look, "Don't you want me to take it off?"

"Of course I want to."

Damian nodded gently. "I love your beauty, so I can't say I'm indifferent when my heart is fluttering."

"But before that, you were Nicole Robin, the last descendant of Ohara."

"Am I of any other use to you?"

Robin smiled faintly.

"Everyone has their purpose, and at least your purpose isn't to serve me. I already have enough maids; I don't need another one."

Damian smiled. "I called you here to tell you that I'll take you to Elbaf when I have time later."

"What?"

Robin looked bewildered. "Elbaf? The Kingdom of Giants?"

Why go there?

"Is the Poneglyph there?"

Robin thought of the most likely reason.

I don't know if there are any official historical records.

Damian smiled and said, "I'm taking you there to see someone."

"You probably don't know this, but seventeen years ago, shortly after Ohara was destroyed by the Buster Call, a group of giants secretly arrived at Ohara."

"Huh?"

Robin's pupils dilated. "A Titan?"

How did Ohara get involved with Titans?

The only connection between Ohara and the Titans is—

"The scholars of Ohara threw all the documents from the Tree of Omniscience into the lake in order to save them from the disaster."

Almost instantly, tears welled up in Robin's eyes.

So, O'Hara's legacy has been preserved?

"The giants went there for the data; they retrieved all the data and brought it back to Elbaf."

Damian chuckled. "Interesting, isn't it? The giants of the New World actually know about what happened in Ohara in the West Sea."

Robin covered her mouth, and tears immediately streamed down her face.

"The leader was a giant whose entire body was wrapped in bandages, and the giant called him—"

Damian looked at Robin.