Devil fruit in comics

Chapter 214 Roger's Journey to Hell

As expected of the hometown of the devil, only the form of the devil is the most suitable form for this world.

After feeling a completely different comfortable feeling from before, Roger moved his limbs.

Afterwards, the three pairs of bat wings on the back slapped hard.

Although this is not the first time he has used the real body of the devil form, he has never maintained the real body of the devil for a long time, let alone the experience of using bat wings to fly.

With the dancing of the bat wings, his body slowly floated up.

However, just when he thought that he would soon be able to master this brand-new flying method, reality soon gave him a big slap in the face with a deep memory.

He had just flown less than 50 meters when he encountered a gust of wind that was not too strong.

Under the gust of wind, he quickly lost his balance and fell towards the ground like a meteor.

Damn!

Although the system gave him the most basic ability to use, the problem is that human beings do not have wings, and his body does not have any instinctive memory of flapping wings to fly.

Bang!
During the fall, Roger tried his best to flap his bat wings.

But the reality has not changed because of his efforts.

Without any suspense, in the form of the devil's real body, he had a close contact with the ground.

Hey!
After cursing angrily, he stood up again and observed the surrounding environment.

Great, no other devils around!
This means that his embarrassing appearance just now was not seen by any devil.

After taking a few deep breaths, Roger resumed this completely untrained flight.

Three meters, five meters, ten meters...

After studying hard for more than half an hour on this black plain with no one around and dark red magma flowing on the ground, Roger finally gradually got used to this new flying method.

After confirming that he would never have the embarrassing accident just now, he displayed his domineering arrogance and carefully perceived the surrounding situation.

When using the human fruit devil form, he can't use other secondary fruits.

What he can use now is domineering and the main fruit line fruit.

Of course, the magic he learned in Karma Taj, he can also use the power of the devil to cast it now.

In terms of types of magic, most of Karma Taj's magic belongs to the category of white magic.

But there is still a lot of black magic in it.

And even the so-called white magic can be cast using magic power with different attributes.

The only disadvantage is that if it is not the magic power that the attributes are completely suitable for, the effect of the magic may be slightly discounted.

But this is not a serious problem, at least for Roger, a halfway mage, it is not a problem.

If there is no accident, after solving the side effect "call of hell" brought by the devil form of the fruit of everyone, he will not have many opportunities to use magic when he returns to the human world.

He prefers to solve problems with his devil fruit abilities rather than magic.

Although hell is the hometown of devils, hell is still a world of vast land and few ghosts.

Exerting his knowledge and arrogance, he felt it in detail, and Roger found that the devils closest to him were all five kilometers away.

After getting rid of his arrogance, he flapped the bat wings on his back again, and flew towards the devil he had just perceived.

…………

Devil Fang is a very common regular devil.

He has ordinary appearance, ordinary ability, and ordinary potential.

Compared with those devils who can awaken their real names, Little Fang is a low-level devil with no potential and no status.

In hell, if you meet a devil casually, the opponent's rank and strength will be stronger than him.

It is precisely because of this that he came to this barren plain alone, and built a small but warm home here.

Now Little Fang is dealing with a Hell Rat that belongs to the dungeon of the food chain like him.

This is his food for today.

To be precise, this should be his main food for the next week.

Although the devil is an extremely long-lived race, it is born with a good physique.

But these are relative to those demons who have the potential to awaken their true names.

For an existence like Little Fang that is absolutely impossible to awaken the real name, their lifespan is not only shortened by 01:30, and the way of maintaining life is more like a normal creature.

To put it simply, low-level devils like Little Fang, just like normal humans, need to eat to keep themselves alive.

As for those higher-ranking devils, in their lives, eating is not a necessity to maintain life, but just a means to satisfy desires.

Whether it is absorbing the power of the soul from the fallen soul, or absorbing the power of hell that is ubiquitous in hell, the effect is much better than eating.

Just when Little Fang was about to use the magma next to the house to scald the Hell Rat from Difficulty, he saw a figure flying towards him at a high speed.

This is……

Although Little Fang's rank is not high, his knowledge is not small.

With just one glance, he can be sure that the devil flying in the air is a high-ranking devil.

According to the level of rank, the devils in hell can be roughly divided into five levels.

From high to low, there are five levels: king, lord, upper, middle, and lower.

Although Mephisto is known as the lord of hell, in fact, he is the only devil in hell who has reached the rank of king.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with calling him the Lord of Hell, after all, the entire hell is his territory.

Little Fang looked longingly at the figure flying in the sky at a high speed, and for a moment even ignored that the Hellrat in his hand was trying to break free from his palm.

The high-level devil flying towards Little Fang is none other than Roger.

Little Fang was the devil he had just perceived, the only devil within a five-kilometer radius.

As an out-and-out foreigner, he now needs to find a local native to have a good chat.

As for who this local native is, it doesn't matter whether he looks good or not, and whether he is strong or not.

Not long after, Roger with three pairs of bat wings on his back and two pairs of sharp horns on his forehead flew in front of Little Fang.

As soon as he landed, Little Fang, who was less than 1.5 meters tall, knelt down respectfully.

"your name?"

Roger didn't care about Little Fang's actions, and asked directly.

"Little Fang, my lord, the little ones are called Little Fang."

Little Fang, who was kneeling on the ground, answered tremblingly.

Devils are a very hierarchical race.

In hell, a higher-level devil can kill any lower-level devil at will.

Of course, the premise of all this is that there is no lord behind this subordinate devil, or in other words, no master.

If there is, then it is not a matter between the upper devil and the lower devil, but a matter between the two upper devils.

Normally, devils in hell are not likely to provoke existences of the same level.

Unlike other races, devils in hell don't particularly care about how many territories they have in hell.

All they care about is fallen souls.

The amount of territory doesn't mean much to them except that it sounds nice.

Of course, there are also some good specialties in hell, such as metal mines and crystals that contain the power of hell.

But these special metals and crystals are still not the devil's favorite.

In hell, there is actually only one true equivalent, and that is the soul.

All transactions in hell are basically based on the soul.

In order to facilitate transactions, the devils also created a currency system that belongs to hell based on fallen souls.

Soul coins!

A gold-green circular currency with fallen souls as the main material, which is currently the currency commonly used in hell.

In order to ensure that the value of each soul coin is roughly the same, the hell lord Mephisto set a standard for the soul power in the soul coin.

The soul power of a standard adult male on earth can produce one hundred soul coins.

With Mephisto's orders and constraints, the special currency of soul coins finally circulated in Hell, allowing Hell to have an undeveloped but passable business system.

Soul coins are the only common currency in hell, and the goods in hell are very strange.

In other words, any mess can become cargo.

To give a simple example, if Roger feels that the three pairs of batwings on his back are too many, he can also cut off one pair and sell them as goods.

If he is not willing to compromise his real body, then he can also sell his time.

For example, how many years to serve a certain devil, or how many years to protect a certain devil.

As long as both parties agree to sign a contract, everything can be traded.

Soul, lifespan, time, knowledge...

Anything can be traded as long as both parties agree.

Of course, dealing with the devil is not a very reassuring thing.

Too many devils have signed unfair deals out of carelessness.

"Do you have a master?"

Roger looked at the trembling little fangs, and continued to ask.

"My lord, no!" Little Fang said immediately.

"Very well, then from now on, I will be your master." Roger said casually.

Regarding Roger's arrangement, Little Fang didn't have any objections, and agreed without hesitation.

"Get up! Do you know where the nearest city is?"

Although the devil is scattered in every corner of hell, no matter what, the devil is a race that obeys order.

When learning magic in Karma Taj, Roger knew that there is not only a city of devils in hell, but even a kingdom.

right!That's right, Kingdom!
The devils in hell have their kingdom.

Under normal circumstances, these kingdoms have maintained their own independence.

The premise is that Mephisto, the Lord of Hell, did not issue orders directly to them.

In hell, Mephisto is the unsuspecting Lord of Hell.

It can even be said that every devil in hell is the private property of Mephisto.

Although Mephisto has absolute supremacy, Mephisto is a very reasonable hell lord.

He will not rob his subordinates for no reason, nor will he kill his subordinates at will just because he is in a bad mood.

In terms of order, Mephisto fulfills the good morals of the devil family that have continued to this day.

"Yes, 150 kilometers north from here, there is a city called 'Howl of Pain'."

Little Fang quickly replied, while raising his head to look at Roger.

Roger looked a little different from the upper devil in his memory.

Although Roger now exudes the aura of a high-level devil, but for some reason, Little Fang always feels that Rogers is a new devil who has just been born.

"Can you fly?"

Roger didn't care about Little Fang's eyes, and asked directly.

"No!" Little Fang shook his head.

"Then do you know space magic or do you have any faster means of transportation?" Roger then asked.

Little Fang still shook his head.

When he sensed Little Fang with the arrogance of knowledge, Roger found that the energy intensity of Little Fang was not high.

He originally had some hopes for Little Fang, but now it seemed that he was overthinking it.

Little Fang, just like his name, is nothing but a mouthful of fangs.

According to Roger's previous standards, Little Fang was far from meeting his requirements for the strength of his subordinates.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, he still decided to give Little Fang a chance.

"I will go to the city of 'Howl of Pain' next, and you have to come too, and I will wait for you in the city."

"After entering the city, you can go directly to the best hotel in the city to find me."

After speaking, Roger controlled the power of the devil in his body, and a cloud of black mist gushed out from his right hand.

This group of black mist with some dark red light condensed into a black ball several centimeters in size in his palm.

When the ball was formed, without any hesitation, he flicked the ball into Little Fang's mouth with a flick of his finger.

"This can be regarded as some small rewards from me. After digesting it, follow up immediately."

After finishing speaking, Roger ignored Little Fang, flapped his bat wings, and flew towards the devil city in the north, "Howl of Pain".

Seeing Roger's getting smaller and smaller, Little Fang still hasn't recovered from the shock just now.

The power of the devil!

The black ball that Roger had just bounced into Little Fang's mouth contained a small amount of devil power.

These devil powers are nothing to Roger.

But to Little Fang, a lowly devil, it was no different from a windfall from heaven.

The devil's power in the black ball is several times greater than all the devil's power in Little Fang's body.

When Roger's figure completely disappeared from sight, Little Fang screamed and rushed into the dark and ugly round house dancing.

Ten seconds later, Little Fang took a dagger that looked like it was about to break at any moment, and ran towards "Howl of Pain".

Roger didn't know that the devil power he left would make Little Fang completely excited, and now he was thinking about what to do during his time in hell.

The aftereffect of the call of hell will disappear automatically as long as he lives in hell for a period of time, and he does not need to deal with it specially.

But the problem is, he can't just do nothing all day.

It is a rare trip to hell, and it would be too wasteful to do nothing.

(End of this chapter)