Devil fruit in comics

Chapter 4 I Hate Two Kinds of People the Most

With the initial proficiency given by the system, Roger's development of the fruit of the line is extremely smooth.

It only took him more than half an hour to master the use of "bounce thread" and "five-color thread".

Of course, this is only limited to initial use, and there is still a long way to go before being fully proficient.

It is not difficult for him to manipulate these lines that are so thin that they are invisible to the naked eye, but it is not an easy task to adjust these lines to different sharpness at any time according to his wishes.

After cutting off several trees like a cutter, he gradually mastered the trick of controlling the sharpness of the thin wire.

Fortunately, this is a remote park with not many tourists, so his alternative "tree-cutting" activity did not attract the attention of others, especially the attention of park managers.

Under this kind of careful training, the sky gradually dimmed.

However, at this time, Roger still has no plans to leave the park.

After nightfall, the park will be patrolled by management personnel to drive away those sleepers who try to spend the night in the park.

But it was just after eight o'clock, far from the time for the managers to drive out the homeless.

The reason why Roger was so sure was because the original owner of his identity had been a homeless person for a period of time.

At that time, the original owner, who had just fallen out with Joe, had neither a job nor extra savings, so he could only sleep on the streets or in parks like those homeless people.

This kind of homeless life lasted until the original owner of the identity found a fairly formal job, and then it really came to an end.

He obviously has a handsome face that can be called a movie star, but in the end he is reduced to sleeping on the street, which is really violent.

If Roger was the one who faced this situation at the time, even if he couldn't eat delicacies from mountains and seas, he would definitely not be reduced to sleeping on the streets.

Taking advantage of the cover of the night, Roger became more and more daring in his practice of "bounce thread" and "five-color thread", and began to test the limits of what he could achieve so far.

laugh!laugh!laugh……

After almost "destroying" all the surrounding trees, he finally got some more reliable data.

With his current control, he can manipulate these thin lines at will within a distance of 50 meters.

If you do not pursue detailed control, the limit distance of control can reach 100 meters.

But if you want to control the sharpness of the thin line while controlling the movement of the thin line, then the distance is only about 20 meters.

When testing the control distance, Roger did not forget to test the sharpness of the thin line.

However, because there are relatively few targets that can be used as tests, he can only draw some rough conclusions.

Under normal circumstances, that is, without any changes to the sharpness of the thin wires, these thin wires are already sharper than piano wires, and can easily cut through arm-thick wood.

He hasn't tried the human body yet, but it shouldn't be a problem.

If the sharpness is further improved, these thin wires can even cut through metal. That metal seat next to the road is a good example.

In addition to testing the control distance and sharpness, he also discovered something that he hadn't noticed before.

Although he possesses the thread fruit, he can create these thin threads that do not belong to this world out of thin air, but these manufactured threads will not exist forever.

If you don't deliberately control it, these lines will gradually disappear after 10 minutes, completely turning into nothingness.

Although he didn't know what the reason was, he didn't take it to heart.

Under normal circumstances, a duration of 10 minutes is sufficient for most situations.

Unless it is to perform a move like "Bird Cage" that needs to last for a long time, otherwise, it will only make it easier for him to clean up the battlefield and prevent his own abilities from being studied by some institutions with bad intentions.

Overall, this is a good thing.

After finishing the first development training on the fruit of the line, he picked up the jacket that was left on the grass and walked towards the exit of the park.

There were no tourists in the park, but after nightfall, it was as quiet as the wilderness.

If it weren't for the dim street lights on both sides of the road, this place would be no different from a real suburb.

Just as Roger was about to reach the exit of the park, five or six fat young black men stopped him.

Mix-and-match sportswear, thick metal necklaces, swaying steps that the six relatives don't recognize...

With just a quick glance, Roger can be sure that these guys are one of the "specialties" of the Bronx, low-end black punks.

"Hey, boy, you're very unfamiliar, what neighborhood are you from?"

The black gangster wearing a red baseball cap stopped directly in front of him, and spoke to him in a rap-like rhythmic tone.

"Island of Dressrosa!"

Looking at the black gangster in front of him, Roger replied with a smile.

"Dressosa Island? What kind of ghostly island is this?"

Obviously, the black punk didn't understand Roger's real meaning.

But this is also normal. It would be abnormal if he really knew where Dressrosa Island was.

"It's somewhere you'll never go! Well, you can get out of the way, I don't want to spoil the fun before dinner."

Roger put away the smile on his face.

"Get out of the way? Yes, hand over your things, and I will let you leave here and let you eat your 'food' that requires two branches to taste."

After finishing speaking, this severely obese black gangster turned his head and looked at his companions proudly, as if showing off his sudden "humor".

"Hahahahaha, you need a branch to taste the 'food'!"

"Don't monkeys just like branches?"

"That's right, yellow-skinned monkeys just like branches, hahaha!"

……

Listening to the undisguised ridicule of these black punks, Roger also laughed, and laughed along with them.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that on the first day I came to New York, I would encounter such a third-rate plot that only appears in online novels... Hahahaha, interesting, hahaha..."

These black punks never expected that Roger would laugh too, louder and more insolently than they did.

"Boy, what are you laughing at..."

Seeing Roger laughing wildly like a clown, the black gangster in front of him shouted with displeasure on his face.

But before he finished speaking, Roger's fist hit him hard on the nose, breaking his nasal bone.

After punching the black gangster back for a few steps, Roger stopped laughing wildly, and said in a word: "I hate two kinds of people the most in my life, one is racist, and the other is you black gangsters." ghost!"

(End of this chapter)