The two of them quickly added each other, and Rorschach pulled Helen Cho into the group chat.
A new member already? Dr. Cho? I knew it was you!
Deadpool replied so fast that Rorschach seriously suspected the guy spent all day doing nothing but lurking in the group.
Mr. Wade, please take care of me from now on.
As always, Helen was polite to a fault.
Welcome to the Devil Fruit Home family, Dr. Cho, Rorschach typed as well.
Then Helen looked up from her phone and turned to Rorschach.
"Shop owner, I won't keep you any longer."
She lifted the remaining half of the Healing Fruit in her hand. "I can take this with me, right?"
"Of course, Dr. Cho. You already paid for it. It belongs to you now."
"Then goodbye, shop owner."
"Goodbye, Dr. Cho. Don't forget to send a few customers my way."
"I will."
After a few simple parting words, Helen left the store with the remaining half of the Healing Fruit.
"Not bad. Very not bad."
Rorschach was in an excellent mood.
He had been prepared for a long, uphill battle, but to his surprise, he had closed a second deal on only the second day.
That was an incredibly strong start.
Now he only needed to sell four more Devil Fruits before he could claim another reward.
"Hopefully Helen Cho can bring me a few customers too."
He was genuinely looking forward to it.
Unlike Deadpool, Helen was a true elite of high society. She was even friends with Tony Stark. The kind of network she had was on a completely different level.
Rorschach had high hopes.
Boss, boss, how did things go with Dr. Cho?
Deadpool started spamming the group again.
Dr. Cho really is gorgeous. I wasn't lying, was I? @Dr. Cho, what do you think of the boss?
That bastard.
Rorschach rubbed his forehead.
Was Deadpool actually throwing himself into the role of matchmaker now?
He really hadn't expected the guy to have this kind of weird hobby.
Rorschach decided not to respond at all. Helen was still in the group. What was he supposed to say to that?
Wade, the shop owner is a very impressive person, but my feelings toward him are purely respectful. There's nothing more than that, so please don't misunderstand.
Helen actually took the time to clarify.
Deadpool ignored her completely.
Instead, he started shamelessly asking about her ideal type, what kind of man she liked, what standards she had for dating—
And he even claimed he was asking on Rorschach's behalf.
By the end of it, Helen simply stopped responding.
But Deadpool kept going anyway. Even with no one replying, he still managed to keep the conversation alive by asking and answering his own questions for half an hour straight.
For the first time, Rorschach started regretting pulling Deadpool into the group.
There were only three people in it right now.
If the group ever got bigger in the future, wouldn't Deadpool turn the whole place upside down?
Should I just mute him?
Rorschach genuinely felt the urge.
"Forget it. Whatever."
In the end, he exited the chat, choosing peace over suffering, then logged back into the international version of Honor of Kings to play a few more rounds.
The experience wasn't great, but it was still enough to scratch the itch.
He really hadn't expected this world to have the game too.
Tencent really was ridiculous.
…
The day passed just like that.
Unsurprisingly, after Helen left, Rorschach didn't manage to sell another Devil Fruit.
Luxury goods priced in the hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars were never going to be easy to move. He was completely at peace with that.
He didn't brood over it.
Once closing time came, he locked up the shop and left without the slightest hesitation.
As for whether the Devil Fruits worth tens of millions might be stolen?
Rorschach wasn't worried in the slightest.
Because before leaving, he had already stored every single Devil Fruit back into the system.
The shop was completely empty now.
After grabbing something to eat, Rorschach hailed a cab and headed for the coast.
Standing before the endless blue ocean, he silently prayed in his heart.
Please let there be no Seastone in this world's seawater.
That was right.
The whole reason he had come to the shore today was to personally verify one very important question.
Seastone was the natural enemy of Devil Fruits. Everyone knew that.
But did the Marvel world actually contain anything like Seastone?
No one knew.
Not even the system.
The only way to find out was to test it himself.
Before now, he hadn't been a Devil Fruit user, so there had been no way to test it.
That was why this question had been dragged out until today.
After taking off his jacket and shoes, Rorschach drew in a deep breath and began walking slowly into the sea.
The cold water covered his feet.
So far, he felt nothing unusual.
He continued forward carefully.
One step.
Two steps.
Three.
The water gradually rose past his calves, then his thighs, then his waist, then his chest—
Until it finally reached his neck.
Rorschach glanced toward the nearby beach, where plenty of people were swimming and playing in the water, then made up his mind.
This was the final test.
There were enough people around that even if something really went wrong, someone would pull him out.
That was why he had deliberately chosen a crowded area.
"Here goes."
He took a breath and dove under.
Then—
Nothing happened.
Absolutely nothing.
The seawater in this world carried none of Seastone's suppressive properties.
Which meant Devil Fruits no longer had that weakness here.
Rorschach couldn't help feeling thrilled.
"Then next…"
"It's time to train my ability."
He made the decision on the spot.
There was no helping it. Even with the system, Devil Fruit powers still needed to be trained and developed.
Sure, he could use the system to level things up directly.
But who knew when he would complete the next sales mission?
Until then, the only option was to train the hard way.
The Glint-Glint Fruit's abilities were far too flashy, though. After searching carefully for a while, Rorschach eventually found a barren mountain so desolate that not even birds bothered with it.
"This godforsaken place should be empty enough."
He surveyed the surroundings and felt satisfied.
Then he stopped wasting time.
Marking several rocks with large Xs, he immediately began training.
Pew! Pew! Pew!
One burst of golden light after another flashed across the empty mountain.
Rocks exploded one after another under the impact of his photon blasts, shattering into fragments.
And this was only the most basic, most primitive use of the fruit.
Yet the power was already astonishing.
It was stronger than ordinary bullets in this world by a wide margin.
Devil Fruits really were nothing less than a cheat.
And that was only the beginning.