### **Chapter 178**
The **white, pear-shaped fruit** lay in Carl's palm—
A sight as **shocking as a cannon blast**.
Doflamingo's **eyes trembled**.
His breath **hitched**.
He sat up **abruptly**, whispering in disbelief—
**"This… this is my String-String Fruit!"**
Vergo, Diamante, and Pica stood **frozen**, their voices stolen.
Trebol, still struggling to recover, could only **stare in horror**.
What they had just witnessed—
Carl extracting a **Devil Fruit from the body of a living user**—
**Defied everything they knew about the world.**
**It was impossible.**
And yet…
**Carl had done it.**
---
Doflamingo **subconsciously twitched his fingers**.
But—
**Nothing happened.**
No strings formed.
No power surged through his veins.
His **String-String Fruit ability**—
**Was completely gone.**
A deep **sense of loss** settled in his chest.
But before he could dwell on it—
Carl placed **two fruits before him**.
The **Float-Float Fruit**.
And his **former String-String Fruit**.
One was a **legendary power**, capable of **dominating the skies**.
The other—
Now felt **insignificant** in comparison.
Like a **mere pistol** beside a **mighty warship**.
Doflamingo's gaze shifted.
At that moment—
Under the sunlight, **Carl looked god-like**.
---
**His hands trembled.**
Slowly, he reached forward.
His fingers **pressed** against the Float-Float Fruit's surface.
It felt **almost unreal**.
A moment of hesitation—
Then, with **resolve**, he **opened his mouth**.
And **took a bite.**
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Just then—
Trebol **jerked awake**.
His blurry eyes landed on Doflamingo—
**Chewing on a Devil Fruit.**
Trebol's face **drained of color**.
His voice cracked with terror—
**"Doffy! You—!"**
Before he could finish—
Vergo **clamped a hand over his mouth**, silencing him.
His voice was **low, steady**—
**"Don't disturb Doffy."**
His grip was **so firm** that Trebol nearly **suffocated**.
---
Doflamingo **swallowed the last bite**, leaving only the **stalk** behind.
His face **turned slightly pale**, but—
His **expression remained composed**.
His will was **ironclad**.
Like a **wolf** who had endured countless storms.
Then—
With a thought—
His body **lifted from the ground**.
A faint **smirk** tugged at his lips.
He floated **steadily**.
The sensation was **exhilarating**.
A freedom beyond anything he'd ever known.
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In the past, he had relied on his **String-String Fruit** to weave an **"airway"**, pulling himself across the sky.
But even at its peak—
That method was **nothing** compared to the effortless flight of the **Float-Float Fruit**.
This power…
It was **limitless.**
His confidence **soared**.
Testing his control—
He **lifted a massive chunk of earth**, suspending it in the air.
For a brief moment—
He **resembled a young Golden Lion**.
Trebol **stared in disbelief**.
Vergo, though silent, furrowed his brows—
Then grimaced as he noticed **snot** clinging to his fingers.
With a **look of disgust**, he quickly **wiped his hand clean**.
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Caught up in his newfound abilities—
Doflamingo forgot about his **injuries**.
His body **wavered mid-air**—
Then, suddenly—
He **plummeted.**
Before he could crash—
Carl **stepped forward**, catching him effortlessly.
A **calm smile** played on his lips.
**"It seems you're quite pleased with this ability."**
Doflamingo—
For the first time in a long while—
Felt a **rare sense of embarrassment**.
He lowered his head slightly.
**"Yes, I am… Saint Carl."**
---
Back on solid ground—
Carl gestured to the **String-String Fruit** still lying there.
**"Don't waste it. Put it away."**
Doflamingo moved to retrieve it—
But—
Vergo suddenly stepped forward.
His voice was **calm, unwavering**.
**"Saint Carl… may I have the String-String Fruit?"**
Carl's gaze flickered with **interest**.
**"Oh? You want it?"**
He studied Vergo for a moment, then asked—
**"Are you certain? There may be better opportunities in the future."**
Vergo's eyes **did not waver**.
He glanced at Doflamingo—
Then, with **conviction**, he replied—
**"No, Saint Carl. I only want the String-String Fruit."**
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Among Doflamingo's **trusted family**,
Vergo was the **most devoted**.
His loyalty was **absolute**.
And the **String-String Fruit**, once belonging to Doflamingo—
**Held immense significance to him.**
Carl observed him thoughtfully—
Then, turning to Doflamingo, he smiled.
**"Doffy, you have a remarkable family."**
Doflamingo nodded **without hesitation**.
Among them all—
**Vergo was one of his most trusted.**
---
Carl **gestured**, and the String-String Fruit **floated toward him**.
Vergo stepped forward, then—
**Lowered himself to one knee.**
Carl leaned in, placing the fruit in his hands.
Under Doflamingo's watchful gaze—
Vergo **bit into the fruit.**
Once—
Twice.
Instantly—
**White threads extended from his fingertips.**
They wove together—
Forming a **bamboo staff**.
Even now, as a **Devil Fruit user**,
Vergo's preferred weapon **remained the same**.
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Setting the bamboo aside—
Vergo suddenly **dropped to both knees.**
Then, bowing his head, he declared—
**"Thank you for your gift, Saint Carl!"**
Carl **waved him off lightly**, his expression amused.
**"Rise, Vergo. You've done well."**
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Just then—
Doflamingo **staggered.**
Carl **steadied him**, his eyes sharp.
Even with his **resilient physique**,
His wounds were **severe**.
If not for **Carl's intervention**—
**He would have collapsed long ago.**
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Carl sighed.
Then, placing a hand on Doflamingo's shoulder—
A faint **red glow** surrounded him.
His wounds began to **heal instantly**.
Doflamingo's breathing **evened out**, though exhaustion still clung to him.
Carl's voice was **calm yet commanding**—
**"Rest. Your new power is only the beginning."**
Doflamingo **nodded weakly**.
He had **sacrificed much** today—
But he had also **gained more than he ever imagined.**
A **new path** lay before him.
A **new destiny.**
And under **Saint Carl's guidance**—
He would rise **higher than ever before.**
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