Chapter 1621 It's Absolutely Impossible to Get Something for Free

Zoan type Mythical Zoan

In the cognitive hierarchy of the One Piece world, it represents the pinnacle of power and possesses immeasurable potential.

These are not creatures that exist in nature, but rather myths and legends that have been passed down through the ages and are rooted deep in the collective unconscious of humankind.

Each mythical beast is a rare and precious treasure, possessing extraordinary abilities that transcend common sense, enough to completely alter a person's destiny and even stir up the tides of an era.

The Azure Dragon Fruit gave rise to Kaido, the king of the Beasts who reigns supreme in the New World; the Yamata no Orochi Fruit granted Kurozumi Orochi a bizarre resurrection ability; and the Phoenix Fruit gave Marco the strongest regenerative flame.

Right now, in this dimly lit shop, the mysterious shopkeeper casually produced two Mythical Zoan-type Devil Fruits.

The customers who remained conscious inside the store, whether pirates or special agents, were all taken aback by the breathless astonishment.

They gained a deeper understanding of the owner's background and the terrifying nature of this No. 8 pawnshop. Just how rich was the owner's collection?

Even mythical beasts can be taken out and offered to people to choose from, just like ordinary commodities?

Does the pinnacle of the natural system lie dormant deep within this cabinet?

Or even something more incredible?

"Even I'm a little tempted to switch to a different mythical beast," Kidd quipped under his breath, clutching his helmet.

Glancing at Luffy beside him, his white form during the Marineford War undoubtedly belongs to the Mythical Zoan category. His performance of beating up his grandfather was evident to all, almost changing the rules of the battlefield.

Mythical Zoan abilities are indeed monstrous; in some aspects, perhaps only the Logia type, which is also at the pinnacle, can somewhat rival them.

In contrast, Paramecia-type abilities, though diverse and varied, rely more on the individual's development and seem to have been relegated to third place in the face of absolute limits.

However, Kid was just talking nonsense. The Magnet Fruit was already bound to him. Instead of paying a huge price to exchange for an unknown Mythical Zoan, he should think about using the price to exchange for something that could better enhance his existing abilities or make up for his shortcomings.

Kaku stood behind Lucci, so excited he was almost dancing with joy. His gray hair was trembling as he repeatedly encouraged Lucci with his eyes and tiny gestures.

It was definitely the right thing to give a helping hand to a comrade!

This is exactly the result he wanted!

Lucci deserves better; he must possess a Devil Fruit worthy of his talent!

Seeing these two mythical beasts that exuded pressure simply by their existence, Kaku felt that his Mosasaurus Fruit seemed rather plain, but he felt more of a sense of pride and excitement.

Capone Becky's small, squeezed eyes were fixed on Lucci's back. Although he didn't say anything, a dark scheme was brewing in his mind.

Once we get out, we absolutely have to find a way to deal with him.

Either find a way to control and win over this future mythical beast ability user and make him work for you.

Alternatively, kill Lucci at all costs before he fully matures!

A Mythical Zoan user with exceptional talent who grows up has terrifying potential; at the very least, he's at Marco's level, or even higher.

We must not allow such a huge uncertainty to become a stumbling block to our ambitions in the future.

Ada was thinking about something else entirely. After observing the shopkeeper for so long, she could roughly sense that this person did not seem to have a fixed stance.

Whether they are pirates or agents of the World Government, it seems that anyone who can enter this Pawnshop No. 8 can become his customer.

Then a chilling thought came to her: what would the Five Elders, or even Lord Im who sits on the Void Throne, think if they knew about the existence of this shop?

Will they also trade here?

The thought that the world's most powerful figures might also gain unimaginable power or knowledge through this place made Ada feel that the future situation would become increasingly chaotic and unpredictable.

In the end, there may not be a quiet place left to call home on this vast ocean.

As the center of attention, Lucci is currently enduring unprecedented inner turmoil and the immense pressure of making difficult choices.

His gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, lingered between the two Devil Fruits.

This might be the most important decision of his life, even more crucial than joining CP9, mastering the Six Styles, or eating the Leopard-Leopard Fruit. He has never hesitated as much as he does now.

The shop owner watched him struggle with his decision with great patience, weighing the options for several minutes.

The shopkeeper showed an unusual level of tolerance towards Lucci.

Different guests require different attitudes.

What level is Kaku? What level is Lucci? Although they're both CP9, how can they be the same?

Lu Qi's lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something. The shopkeeper assumed he had made a choice, "Which one do you want?"

Lucci closed his mouth again. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently. After another suffocating minute, he finally spoke again, "Do you know what specific powers these two Devil Fruits possess?"

"I want to have a clearer reference point before making a final decision; I don't want to have any regrets..."

Even someone as proud as him had to suppress everything and adopt such a humble attitude in the face of a choice that could change his destiny, striving to obtain the most accurate information.

The shop owner, seeing Lu Qi's pleading look for the first time, said, "Sure, sure."

"But I never do anything that doesn't benefit me. In exchange for the detailed ability information of these two Mythical Zoan fruits, I'll ask you to do something for me."

As he spoke, the shopkeeper bent down and took out a piece of yellowed parchment from an inconspicuous drawer under the counter.

The parchment was laid out flat on the counter, blank, awaiting the writing.

"Bite your finger and write your full name on it with your blood."

"Don't worry, I won't let you die, at least not now. It would be a huge loss for me if such a valuable customer as you were to die prematurely!"

These words sound like words of comfort, but they actually reveal a colder reality.

Lucci stared at the blank parchment. Although he didn't know what harsh things would be written on it in the future, he was forced by circumstances, power was at hand, and information was of utmost importance. He had no room for bargaining.

Without hesitation, he raised his right hand to his mouth and bit the tip of his left index finger, from which bright red blood immediately seeped out.

Using his finger as a pen and blood as ink, he bent down on the parchment and signed his full name—Rob Lucci—in somewhat messy handwriting.

Just as he finished writing the last stroke, a flash of dark golden light suddenly appeared on the parchment.

The light flashed and disappeared in an instant, and the blood-written name that Lucci had just written was instantly absorbed by the paper, turning into a deep dark red that was firmly imprinted on the paper, radiating an invisible binding force.

Before officially launching a major business, the shop owner made one small deal. Although it was just an appetizer for him, even a small profit is still a profit.