"Is this the Flame-Flame Fruit?"
Cyrus's eyes widened as he stared at the orange fruit with strange flames on it, resting inside an ancient wooden box.
"Is this the world of One Piece?"
Although he had already surveyed his surroundings, shocked by the bird's nest beneath his feet that was at least ten or twenty meters in diameter and the giant tree that was at least one or two hundred meters tall, he understood that this was not his original world.
Because his original world had no birds this big, nor trees this tall, unless he had returned to an era of dinosaurs.
In his memory, there were only the two glaring headlights of a speeding car as he crossed the crosswalk at night with a takeout order.
Did he hit the jackpot?
Indeed! it is a jackpot in every sense of the word!
The legends were actually true.
This was absurd.
But what was even more absurd was that while searching for a way down from this height of at least a hundred meters, he had found an ancient wooden box.
When he opened the box, he saw the strange, highly characteristic fruit inside.
As a fan of the anime that had been popular for twenty years, Cyrus had naturally seen it, and this peculiar fruit was very easy to recognize.
"So, I've really transmigrated to the world of One Piece?" Cyrus muttered to himself, subconsciously taking the orange fruit out of the box.
He still couldn't believe it, but there was a better way to confirm.
Cyrus looked at the fruit in his hand and pursed his lips.
If this really was that One Piece world, which was extremely dangerous for ordinary people, then this Devil Fruit, reputed to be so bad that not even a dog would eat it, was his lifeline right now.
After all, in his current situation, he couldn't fend off most dangers.
Even if he luckily managed to leave this island and find a populated area, he wouldn't be able to defend himself if he encountered pirates.
The story didn't depict the true extent of pirates' killing, but now he had arrived in this world for real.
After all, this was a Logia Type.
No matter how much people joked about it, it was still a Logia Type fruit, and it represented the natural power of fire.
If nothing else, the passive Elemental Transformation alone was enough to handle most dangers.
The only drawback was becoming unable to swim.
But the pros far outweighed the cons.
These thoughts swirled in Cyrus's mind in an instant.
His gaze then fell back on the fruit in his hand, and his throat moved unconsciously as he swallowed.
If he ate it and gained the power of Logia flames, then it would confirm this was the world of One Piece.
If he didn't gain the power, or even died from poison, then he would just have to count it as bad luck.
Crunch!
Without any more hesitation, Cyrus took a direct bite of the Flame-Flame Fruit in his hand.
Yup, that's taste like shit.
The moment the fruit's flesh entered his mouth, this thought surfaced in Cyrus's mind.
In the world of One Piece, Devil Fruits were described as disgusting and no one could face their taste calmly.
But now, he seemed to understand that feeling.
He didn't know what shit tasted like, but the fruit flesh in his mouth was a collection of all the flavors he hated and found disgusting in his life.
It was as if his body was desperately resisting him eating the fruit.
This was a revulsion that came from the depths of his soul.
But Cyrus, having already hit the jackpot once, steeled himself with a ruthless resolve.
A man who isn't ruthless can't stand firm.
Being ruthless to oneself is harder than being ruthless to others.
Cyrus craned his neck with difficulty and swallowed the pulp in his mouth whole, then took another bite of the remaining fruit in his hand.
Crunch, crunch!
One bite after another.
After the last bite went down, Cyrus fell over, his face turning pale.
It was his body's stress response.
He finally understood why so many transmigrator in fanfiction said Devil Fruits tasted as bad as shit.
They might not have eaten shit, but they must have felt that shit was the worst-tasting thing in the world.
But Cyrus had a feeling that compared to a Devil Fruit, shit might even be considered a delicacy.
After a long while, Cyrus managed to sit up, the discomfort in his body fading.
At the same time, he felt something like an instinct, or a power, emerge within his body.
Poof!
A ball of fire ignited and burned in his raised hand.
The high temperature had no effect on him; instead, he felt a sense of warmth.
And this fire had no effect on his clothes either.
No, it would be more accurate to say that even the clothes on his arm had turned into fire.
He waved his hand to dismiss the flame, and the sleeve on his wrist was perfectly intact.
"It's confirmed. I've transmigrated to the world of One Piece and become a fruit user. What am I now? A Flame Man?" Cyrus muttered to himself.
It seemed self-deprecating, but it was actually a sign of Cyrus's relief.
Although he was relatively calm by nature, no one could remain composed when faced with a suspected transmigration.
Don't be fooled by Cyrus's earlier calmness; inwardly, he was panicking.
Especially when he discovered the giant bird's nest under his feet and the three huge eggs inside, each taller than him.
'Even a dinosaur couldn't lay something this big, right?'
And now, with this ability to turn into an element, at the very least, the crises he might face now and in the future were no longer crises.
After all, a Logia Type user was practically invincible against opponents who couldn't use Haki.
The passive Elemental Transformation ability alone was enough to leave such opponents helpless.
He now had the means to survive and establish himself.
With this realization, Cyrus, now relaxed, could finally calmly assess his surroundings.
Beneath him was a huge bird's nest, perhaps twenty meters in diameter.
If the nest had an owner, the bird's wingspan would probably be forty to fifty meters.
If you have no concept of that, the wingspan of a Tu-160 is 54 meters.
(Tu-160 is a bomber plane from the soviet union)
Even with the Flame-Flame Fruit ability as his support, Cyrus had no intention of facing such a monster head-on.
But after circling around, Cyrus frowned in silence.
Getting down wouldn't be easy.
Although his Logia ability meant he probably wouldn't die from a fall of one or two hundred meters, Cyrus didn't want to test it.
He wasn't some kind of monster.
He didn't have that terrifying physique.
Yes, he had already checked his body.
Although he looked fourteen or fifteen, it was indeed his body.
The scar he got on his knee from an accident in his childhood was still there.
"This is troublesome." Cyrus frowned and sighed.
Then his gaze fell on the three huge eggs in the nest.
There was another way.... set the nest on fire.
Although massive, the nest was still made of branches, dry grass, and huge feathers—the best kind of kindling.
And the Flame-Flame Fruit ability gave him the confidence to survive in the flames, as long as he could land on the supporting tree trunk below.
Maybe he could even try some charcoal-grilled bird eggs.