Chapter 160

Chapter 160: Chapter 160

Hearing Stussy's delicate call of "Master," Carl did not respond but instead asked Vegapunk for a new white coat to put on her.

Stussy tidied herself. She had begun to digest the knowledge transmitted to her over the years, and her movements became increasingly natural.

However, just as she adjusted her clothes and looked up at Carl, he suddenly stretched out his hand toward Vegapunk.

Before Vegapunk could react, Carl had already grabbed him by the neck.

With just a little force, Vegapunk's face turned the color of liver. He looked at Carl in horror, wanting to speak but unable to make a sound.

Struggling to breathe, Vegapunk's eyes began to roll back.

During this, Stussy made no move to help him. Instead, she calmly asked Carl, "Master, do you need me to do something for you?"

Just as Vegapunk was about to lose consciousness, Carl loosened his grip and steadied him.

Vegapunk collapsed against Carl's arm, gasping for air. It took him a long moment to recover before he raised his head, looking at Carl with resentment.

"Saint Carl, are you satisfied now? You almost killed me just now!"

As sharp as he was, Vegapunk understood Carl's intentions. It was a test—to see if Stussy truly regarded Carl's will as her only directive.

Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Vegapunk's forehead. Among the Celestial Dragons he had met, Carl's presence was far more oppressive than Saturn's.

The most unsettling part was Carl's knowledge of every detail about him. At times, it felt like Carl could even read his thoughts, leaving Vegapunk afraid to make any wrong moves regarding Stussy.

Vegapunk's complaint was his last act of defiance.

Carl glanced at him indifferently. "Ten billion Belly. Half for your research funds, the other half for your hometown."

At a time when inflation was not an issue, such a sum could go a long way. Vegapunk's eyes lit up at the mention of it, and a smile crept onto his face.

"Saint Carl is indeed generous. Is there anything else you're dissatisfied with? I can make some improvements!"

Carl pondered for a moment before speaking to Stussy calmly.

"Stussy, commit suicide."

Vegapunk's eyes widened in shock. Stussy was momentarily stunned.

Though programmed to prioritize Carl's commands, she was not a mindless machine. She still retained emotions and judgment.

She hesitated slightly at his sudden command.

However, due to the authoritarian chip implanted in her, the hesitation lasted only a moment before the chip activated, forcing her compliance. Her eyes became resolute as she moved to pierce her own chest.

As she raised her hand to strike her heart, Carl suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Feeling the force in her hand, Carl realized she had been serious about following through.

He smiled as he held her wrist down. "That's enough. You belong to me now."

Stussy bowed her head slightly. "Master, Stussy will always be yours."

Looking at the obedient Stussy, Carl turned his hand, revealing a football-shaped, blood-red fruit in his palm—the Blood-Blood Fruit.

"Stussy, eat this fruit," Carl instructed.

Without hesitation, Stussy took the Blood-Blood Fruit and consumed it. She did not flinch or question him, eating the entire Devil Fruit.

After she finished, her face twisted slightly in disgust as she wiped the red juice from the corner of her mouth.

"Master, this taste is revolting!" she complained.

Carl and Vegapunk both nodded in agreement, having experienced the foul taste of Devil Fruits themselves.

Carl said, "Don't think about it too much. Focus on your new ability."

Stussy nodded and activated her power. In an instant, her arms transformed into flowing blood.

Vegapunk's eyes widened. "This ability... is it the Blood-Blood Fruit of Saint Darian!?"

Carl gave Vegapunk a sidelong glance before turning to Stussy.

"How does it feel to have special abilities now?"

Stussy leaned against Carl, her voice turning seductive. "It feels wonderful. Thank you for the gift, Master."

She wrapped her arms around Carl's waist, pressing her body close.

Carl raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Master, I can't control myself..." she murmured.

Before Carl could respond, Stussy's body turned to liquid blood, attempting to merge with his.

Carl instinctively activated Shinra Tensei, repelling her.

The blood splattered against the wall before slowly reforming into Stussy's body.

"I'm sorry, Master," she said, struggling with the strange sensations coursing through her.

Carl raised his hand, interrupting her apology. "It's not your fault. I think I understand what's happening."

He focused on Stussy. With a mere thought, she began walking toward him, her movements not entirely her own.

"Master, I can't stop myself!" she cried in alarm.

Carl smirked. "So that's how it is."

With a simple gesture, he transformed Stussy's body into a swirling blood orb in his palm.

He manipulated the blood effortlessly, molding it at will, while Stussy's voice echoed faintly from within.

After toying with the blood orb, Carl released his hold, and Stussy reappeared, her gaze fixed on him with unwavering devotion.

Vegapunk was left speechless, thinking that even without the implanted chip, Stussy might still have been utterly loyal to Carl.

There was undoubtedly something unique about the Blood-Blood Fruit!