"Who wants to go first?" Ron scanned the crowd, his voice echoing in the air as he took in their mix of nervousness and excitement.
The group exchanged glances while hesitating.
Everyone knew that the first person to step forward would face immense embarrassment if they failed.
Each of them silently hoped someone else would volunteer first, allowing them to observe from the sidelines.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl, the air thick with tension and anticipation.
Just then, a clear voice shattered the silence.
"Me!"
All eyes instantly turned toward the source of the voice.
It was a woman—the only female captain in the Whitebeard Pirates subbordinate crew, the Ice Witch, Whitey Bay!
Ron also recognized her.
This female captain was all too familiar to him.
Whitey Bay had long, cascading hair.
Her lips were full and alluring, the slight upward curve of her mouth exuding confidence and determination.
She wore a stylish striped short-sleeved top adorned with delicate floral buttons, striking a balance between fashion and individuality.
A frilly scarf around her neck added a playful touch.
"Vice captain, can we begin?"
Whitey Bay gazed at Ron with eyes full of affection, her admiration practically overflowing.
Handsome and incredibly skilled—he was exactly her type.
Ron was taken aback by her boldness.
Indeed, in the world of pirates, over ninety percent of women were outgoing, especially when it came to expressing their feelings—they were downright blunt.
"Uh... sure, sure."
With that, Ron carefully pulled out a small glass vial containing Aokiji's blood from his pocket, handling it with extreme caution to avoid even the slightest mistake.
Under the collective held breath of the onlookers, Ron slowly dripped Aokiji's blood onto the three white Enchanted Devil Fruits.
The moment the blood touched the surface of the white fruits, a miraculous transformation occurred.
The pristine white patterns on the Devil Fruits began to shift rapidly, as if awakened by some mysterious force, instantly turning into a deep, mesmerizing blue.
Not only that, but the blue patterns became more intricate and refined, resembling ancient runes brimming with unknown power and allure.
Though the process was brief, it was nothing short of astonishing.
Everyone present was deeply awed by what they witnessed.
Despite having seen many strange phenomena before, they were still utterly stunned by this unbelievable transformation.
The air was thick with an indescribable energy, leaving them both exhilarated and reverent.
"This is incredible! Every time I see this, I feel the urge to bow before Ron!"
"Hahaha, same here!"
"I'm so envious. When will it be our turn?"
Three ice-blue Hie Hie no mi lay quietly on the experimental table.
"Let's hope my luck isn't that bad."
With that, Whitey Bay stepped forward, carefully picked up a frozen fruit, and took a small bite.
"..."
Her face instantly twisted in disgust—the taste of the Devil Fruit was indeed as revolting as the rumors said.
Whitey Bay forced herself to swallow it and, under the expectant gazes of the others, carefully observed the changes in her body.
After a few moments, there was no reaction.
"Its normal. Try another one," Ron said, knowing it had failed.
He casually picked up another and handed it to her.
"Hmph!"
Whitey Bay hadn't expected the first attempt to fail.
Confusion and frustration filled her heart.
Yet, she didn't give up.
Without hesitation, she ate the second Devil Fruit.
The moment she swallowed it, her body underwent a startling transformation!
Waves of icy-blue mist slowly emanated from her, as if a mysterious power was surging from within her body.
The mist rapidly spread, covering everything around her.
Flowers, grass, tables, chairs—everything was frozen into ice sculptures!
A bone-chilling cold filled the air, making everyone shiver involuntarily.
"Retreat!" someone shouted in panic.
Everyone hastily took a step back.
Just as they steadied themselves, the mist vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.
Whitey Bay stood there awkwardly, offering an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, everyone. I got a little too excited when it worked and couldn't control my strength," she explained, her voice tinged with guilt.
The others stared at the scene before them, both shocked and intrigued.
The power of this fruit was incredible.
As the frosty mist dissipated, Whitey Bay's excited figure reappeared.
Without a word, she rushed forward and gave Ron a tight hug, her big chest nearly suffocating him.
"Cough... congratulations. Your luck is good since you succeed on the second try."
Ron struggled to free himself—after all, with so many people watching, he couldn't very well stay in her embrace and suffocate himself with her breast.
"Hehehe~" Whitey Bay covered her mouth, amused that their vice-captain could still be so shy.
She adored men like him.
Then, leaning close to his ear, she whispered.
"Vice-Captain, little Bay will come by to your room tonight to thank you properly~"
Ron: "..."
"Ahem, next. Who's up?"
"Me!"
"..."
"..."
Soon, as Devil Fruits were consumed one after another, the three allotted hie hie no mi were quickly used up.
The results were somewhat unexpected for Ron.
"Nine enchanted Devil Fruits and six succeeded!"
Now, the Whitebeard Pirates had a total of six ice devil fruit users!
It was hard to imagine the impact such power would have on the seas if word got out.
Next came the Mythical Zoan: Phoenix enchanted Devil Fruits.
The process went smoothly, and the results were decent, though not as impressive as the ice fruits.
Three phoenix-type users was born in total!
"Now it's Pops' Tremor-Tremor Fruit. I'll go first!" Jozu eagerly pushed his way through the crowd.
From the very beginning, he had planned to consumed Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
Now, after waiting so long, he finally got his wish.
"Pops, your help, please."
"Gurararara, alright."
Whitebeard slowly stepped forward, extending the index finger of his right hand and lightly pricking it.
Blood seeped from the wound, dripping onto each of the Devil Fruits.
Under the astonished gazes of the onlookers, those white Devil Fruits began to rapidly transform.
Strange patterns intertwined like living vines, swiftly sketching wave-like designs across the surfaces of the Devil Fruits.
These patterns seemed to contain some mysterious power, evoking an involuntary sense of awe.
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