One Piece: I Weave the Pirate Codex with My Zanpakuto

The most successful one was naturally the artificial Blue Dragon Fruit that Momonosuke ate in the original work.

The lower-ranking ones are the True Fighting Legion under the Beasts Pirates.

In other words, a SMILE user.

If it's any lower, then the giver will exhibit adverse bestial reactions.

The worst are the Laughing Ones, those pathetic losers who ate artificial Devil Fruits but didn't gain any power; all they could do was laugh.

The Dreamland, this special stimulant, bears more than 80 percent similarity to the artificial Devil Fruits of the future.

When ingested, it induces an abnormally excited state in the user; overdose can produce unpredictable bestial reactions.

Like the nobleman who died at Barrett's hands.

In other words, if this drug continues to develop and evolve...

If SMILE's raw materials are of high quality enough, artificial Devil Fruits will surely reappear.

"What are you planning to do?"

Dragon asked about exactly what Ross was currently considering.

The God of Fortune did not lie, but he did not tell the truth either.

Seven parts truth and three parts falsehood—that's how you can fool yourself.

"Since Fushin was able to find out what was happening in the war-torn country so quickly, it means he must know about this stimulant."

"This is enough to prove that this drug is inseparable from him, or at least inseparable from the laboratories under his command."

"Bloodline factor technology is not knowledge that ordinary people can possess, and even if they do, they may not be able to understand it."

After a brief pause, Ross began to think about the artificial Devil Fruits.

He doesn't need many Devil Fruits; the ones he needs to create Zanpakuto are mostly just a few special and powerful ones, like the Rumble-Rumble Fruit.

As for myself...

Ross has no intention of eating a Devil Fruit; he simply cannot accept being rejected by the sea.

Who knows if Laugh Tale is on the surface or at the bottom of the sea? If it's really at the bottom of the sea...

You'll have nowhere to cry when the time comes.

"Basta, get out here."

A tiny ghost emerged from the darkness.

"Let me make this clear beforehand, I didn't peek, I just happened to wander into this place."

"I'd appreciate it if you could spend more time in the shadows around Miracle Island during this period."

Ross ignored the clown ghost, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through walls and mountains, reaching the very core of Miracle Island.

"Dreamland is a preliminary test of artificial Devil Fruits, but I don't want such things to appear in this place."

"Any similar stimulant is to be completely banned, not only now, but also in the future."

"Anyone who dares to have any wicked thoughts, hang them on Howling Beach and have a doctor watch over them 24 hours a day to make sure their howling continues."

The white, chubby ghost nodded in agreement, then asked:

"What if that guy has connections within our organization?"

"Internal relations?"

A murderous glint flashed in Ross's eyes. As a transmigrator, he knew better than anyone the consequences of such addictive stimulants.

"Anyone within the organization who dares to admit to this relationship will be removed from the list as well."

"I said a complete ban. Go tell everyone that anyone who dares to touch this stuff is going against me."

"I will let him know what lies hidden behind the ideal world."

The fat ghost circled Ross a few times before burrowing into the ground.

"I understand. I'll go redeploy the surveillance ghosts right away."

"Dorag,"

Dorrag looked at the man with a puzzled expression.

"Once the chaos in the five kingdoms has subsided, the land of those five small islands will surely become nourishment for Miracle Island."

“I’m worried that Basta will be too busy, so don’t go anywhere else during this time. Stay here and help him.”

"I understand, it's still the same standard, right?"

After receiving a positive reply, Dragon took a deep breath.

"Teacher, I want to inform my father about this. I'm worried there might be something going on within the Navy..."

"No need to inform him. Don't underestimate Garp, Dragon. Your old man may look simple-minded, but he's actually more shrewd than anyone else."

Ross had a fairly good impression of Karp; apart from his poor judgment, he couldn't find any other major flaws in the guy.

"If this kind of medicine is already available in the land of endless war, do you think it won't be available in other parts of the Grand Line?"

“Underground businessmen are just like thugs; they are all heartless bastards.”

As for what you're worried about...

Ross shook his head and laughed mockingly:

"The navy is rotten to the core, and you're still worried about internal decay."

"How do you think those young officers who became major generals and lieutenant generals in their twenties got promoted?"

"Are their qualifications and achievements really enough for them to sit in that position?"

Dorrag remained silent.

"It's all thanks to connections with World Government officials. They send some slaves, some gold, some Beri, and then those officials give them military merits and promotions in return."

"This entire industry chain is already mature. You're not still clinging to illusions, are you?"

Ross patted Dragon on the shoulder and walked back into the chapel.

"The ocean is the most turbid sea; how could there be no fish in such a turbid sea?"

"Water that is too clear has no fish, Doragesang~"

Dorag silently took out his small notebook and bit off the pen cap with his teeth.

The pen tip scribbles and draws on the notebook.

"If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. To achieve revolution, we must first clean up the source of the water, and then deal with the polluted fish—recorded by Ross, the master of the ideal world."

"I understand what you mean, teacher."

Dorrag put away the notebook, his expression resolute.

"If we eliminate all sources of pollution, we can make the ocean clear again!"

……

Several days passed in a flash, and just as Ross had put the "Dreamland" incident deep into his memory, an unexpected call came in.

“Lord Ross, I am Ronan! Ronan of the North Sea.”

Ronan?

Ross recalled the town of Rum in the North Sea, put down his wooden sword, and gestured to Jin to continue sparring later.

“I remember you, Ronan.”

"Has something happened in Rum town?"

"No, the reason I'm contacting you this time is because I have something to report to you."

The Den Den Mushi raised its tentacles and pretended to cover its lips.

"As you know, I am just a lowly soldier under Boss Fu Shen."

"If I hadn't been lucky enough to host you in Beihai that time, I probably would never have been remembered by such an important person as you, even if I died."

"I heard that you've been investigating Dreamland recently, right?"

Ross's eyes flickered: "Where did you hear about this?"

"This matter has caused quite a stir within our organization. Boss Fu Shen even put a bounty of 100 million Berries on it, saying that he must catch that idiot who leaked the bloodline factor technology."

The Den Den Mushi looked a little embarrassed.

"Actually, I found out about this very late. I was already mentally prepared for someone to contact you."

"No, no one has contacted me yet, Ronan. Do you know anything about this?"

Den Den Mushi nodded vigorously, its expression turning excited:

"My aunt's daughter's twin brother works at the Peace Institute!"

“Della Aaron! He’s one of the researchers there. I got some inside information from him!”

Dela Aaron?

Ross suddenly felt that the surname Della sounded familiar...

"The Peace Research Institute is conducting secret research on artificial Devil Fruits!!!"

Chapter 143 Ross: I'm best at giving people opportunities.

"What happened, teacher?"

Seeing Ross remain silent for a long time after hanging up the Den Den Mushi, Jin asked softly from the side.

"Ok?"

Ross shook his head, not wanting to talk much more about the Peace Research Institute with Jhin.

"Continue, attack me with all your might, Jin. You may be the most suitable student to inherit my Yachiryu swordsmanship."

"Yes! I will try my best!"

Faced with Jhin's increasingly rapid attacks, Ross was distracted by the intelligence Ronan had just delivered to him.

---Three minutes ago---

"You said the surname Della sounds familiar? Have you met his sister, Della Cooper, somewhere?"

"I heard she works for the World Government and is apparently conducting some special research on some mysterious island."

De La Cooper...

Ross suddenly realized that the owner of the identity card he had stolen when he and Borsalino infiltrated Punk Hazard had this name.

"That doping was just a preliminary test; it was originally a product that was to be destroyed."

"After all, it involves bloodline factor technology. What they originally wanted to make was an artificial Devil Fruit, but somehow it turned out like that."

"Later, some guy who was short of money took it and exchanged it for cash, and that's how it turned out, as you know."

After saying all this, Den Den Mushi scratched its head, a slightly embarrassed smile on its face.

"That's all I know, Boss Ross. I assure you, this was definitely not an order from Boss Fortune!"

"The information you provided is roughly what I guessed."

Ross replied softly, "This time, Fortune has probably really been screwed over by the idiots under his command."

Destroying records can be faked, but Pele's origins cannot be faked. Just check the recent expenditures and incomes of his subordinates to find out everything.

"Ronan, it's a waste of your talent to stay in the North Sea."

The Den Den Mushi blinked rapidly, and its tentacles trembled slightly.

"If you're willing, you can come to Miracle Island to find me. As is getting old and needs an assistant to help him manage his finances."

As soon as the words were spoken, Den Den Mushi was overjoyed, but after the joy, a hint of worry appeared on its face.

"But what about Boss Fushen..."

"Don't worry about him. He's just worried about how to reply to me. He won't care about a subordinate."

“It’s decided then. Opportunities don’t come around all the time, Ronan. What I’m best at is giving people opportunities.”