I ate the strongest artificial fruit

Chapter 2 Scary Smile

The beatings by the jailers were even more brutal, with each attack merciless.

The other two prisoners in the cell all had stiff smiles on their faces and stared blankly at Smail. They were like half-straight logs, showing no sympathy, because this kind of thing happened almost every day. Repeatedly, they just hoped the rampaging jailers wouldn't spill their nameless rage on them.

"Huh...why is this kid still not dead after beating him for so long? He's so damn resistant to beating!" The prison chief cursed angrily, his face trembling up and down.

"Hey? Boss, look at this green turtle, it's still laughing!" The jailer next to him immediately echoed.

"Okay, this kid is really a fucking mess of mud, he can't be beaten to death or rubbed, continue on, fuck him! I don't believe that I can't kill him today!" The cell leader rolled up his sleeves, his expression became even more ferocious .

"Yes, yes, fuck! Everybody!" A wretched-looking jailer immediately found several steel rods densely covered with thorns from nowhere.

At this time, Smail was beaten to the point of dying, but the unstoppable smile was still spreading in his heart, he could only laugh dryly while coughing, and at the same time, he felt that the power of that special area in his body was stronger. Surging and surging, it turned into a vortex, eagerly absorbing power from the surroundings.

Just at this time, the red-eyed jailers took over the barbed iron bars, ready to start the second round of crazy beatings on Smail.

The black shadows criss-crossed and landed on Smail's head flickeringly. Smail was beaten to the point of bleeding, and his body was also quickly punched with dense blood.

It seems that the physical attacks that can be counteracted by [Laughing] are still limited after all, and cannot counteract the damage caused by the thorny steel rod.

Although Smail was injured this time, the jailers were still terrified. They knew very well that their strength just now was enough to kill Smail. Standing wobbly without falling down is really unbelievable.

Some jailers who were tired from beating gradually stopped attacking, their hands hovering in mid-air, panting.

At this moment, Smail, whose face was covered in blood, trembled and stood up slowly. The smile on his face had become ferocious and terrifying, and his dark green messy hair had been mixed with the thick blood, intertwined into a Eerie colors.

At this moment, Smail clearly felt that the vortex in his body had finally absorbed enough power, and then this force began to spread to the tendons and blood vessels of the body through the energy vortex. In an instant, Smelton felt His body glowed with unprecedented vitality, which made Smail feel more excited than drinking a bucket of coffee.

At this time, a jailer called again.

But this time, his attack was blocked.

This time, Smail grabbed the visitor's wrist, and with only a little force, he broke the opponent's wrist at once. What's even more frightening was that his four fingers were embedded in the opponent's flesh and blood. .

There was a ferocious smile on Smail's face, and the power of the devil fruit on his body was surging, emitting scorching air waves.

Although Smail couldn't see his current state, the guards around him were shocked to find that Smail's pupils became blood red, his hair became greener, and his expression became more ferocious.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

How is this going?

Why did this kid suddenly become a capable person?

Almost all the movements of the jailors stopped their hands. After all, they were just ordinary people. They were recruited to be poor watchdogs in this dark prison just because they still had the strength among those poor ordinary people. .

In this world where the weak prey on the strong, they have been bullied by the strong countless times, and now they have no choice but to vent their humiliation on the more miserable weak.

It's a pity that this time they misjudged, the green-haired boy they wantonly bullied was not just an ordinary experimental product, he turned out to be an ability user who can control the Smile Devil Fruit!

You know, it's really rare for this individual to survive the Smile Devil Fruit experiment!

"Let go... let go... ah ah..." the jailer screamed with his broken wrist.

"This... how did this guy suddenly become a capable person?" The jailer who handed the weapon before was instantly dumbfounded.

The most arrogant old man also looked horrified. He saw the blazing light and even thought it was just his own illusion. After all, everyone in the Nightmare Prison knew that the success rate of eating the Smile fruit was only 1%, and the remaining 70% of the people below will die suddenly after laughing wildly, while the rest can survive, but it is even worse. Not only can they not gain abilities and become unable to swim, but they have lost their sad and angry expressions since then, and can only laugh all the time. , even if the heart is very sad.

And all the experiment losers will not be able to become normal people!

But Smail has obviously changed, and it all happened so suddenly!

Is he really that one percent?

"What are you doing in a daze? Leave him alone and keep beating his mother!"

The cell boss looked at the others and immediately roared.

The cell boss found that Smail had become a successful experimental subject, and he should have tried his best to protect his safety, and then reported to his superiors.But now because of the ridicule of this laughter, he just wanted to tear Smail to pieces at this moment, and he couldn't care about anything.

But it is a pity that although he kept roaring, except for the prison chief himself, the other jailers had almost no fighting spirit, and they all rushed out of the cell screaming and screaming when they dared to do anything.

And the fat man who was still holding the thorny steel rod and was about to make a move was miserable. Before he could react, Smail had already pounced on him, and at the same time grabbed his big mouth with both hands, and then pulled it violently. His mouth was directly torn, and then kicked along his mouth.

In an instant, flesh and blood splattered, and the cell boss died violently on the spot before he could howl.

In the pool of blood, Smail picked up the thorny steel rod and swung his hand back without looking at it, instantly blasting the jailer with a broken wrist behind him.

Everything happened too suddenly and too shocking.

The other two poor fellows in the cell looked at Smail timidly, as if they were looking at a devil crawling out of hell. Trembling all over, they squeezed into the corner that could no longer be squeezed.

Smail turned his head and glanced at these two ants-like weaklings, the ferocious smile on his face made his scalp tingle.

Smail ignored them, continued to laugh wildly, and chased down those arrogant jailers just now.

Not long after, the extremely shrill screams echoed in the corridor.

After killing these jailers with ease, Smail realized more deeply the gap between capable people and ordinary people.

After a person devours a devil fruit, his speed, strength, and spirit will be greatly improved.It's like sharpening a sharp edge on an unedged knife.

Smail stepped on the pool of blood, looked around, and an indescribable excitement permeated into every pore.

He walked slowly through a glass curtain wall, and saw his red and bright blood pupils from the reflected light and shadow, and the cruel smile on his face was even more intense...

(End of this chapter)