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... what shit tastes like? Don't tell me—you've eaten it before?"
Watching Momonga lying there, dry-heaving with a red face, Darren couldn't help but burst into smug laughter.
The taste of a Devil Fruit was truly indescribable—something like sewer rot mixed with old sock stench, bitter and sour like some nightmare you never want to relive. One bite, and you'd wish you hadn't been born.
"You bastard..."
Hearing Darren teasing him so casually while smoking on the couch ...
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