Morning.
Inside the Devil Fruit shop.
Click.
Click.
The sound of a camera shutter kept ringing out as Rorschach moved around the store with a camera in hand, carefully photographing each Devil Fruit one by one.
He had been thinking about it and realized his old method of introducing every fruit to every customer was just too troublesome.
For him, and for the customers.
So he decided to make a Devil Fruit catalog instead.
A proper one.
Each fruit would have its photo inside, along with a short description underneath.
That way, everything would be clear at a glance.
If a customer became interested in a specific fruit, Rorschach could explain that one directly instead of wasting time giving a long, unfocused introduction to everything in the store.
Back in his previous life, he had studied design in college.
Photography, layout, visual presentation—those were all things he could handle himself.
That saved him a lot of trouble.
"Boss, what are you up to?"
Right as he was busy working, Deadpool showed up.
And beside him stood a woman with a wild edge to her beauty—yet undeniably sexy.
Rorschach had seen the Deadpool movies.
Not to mention, he had already noticed there were plenty of pictures of this woman on Deadpool's social account.
So he recognized her immediately.
Vanessa.
"Wade."
Rorschach put the fruit in his hand back in its place and casually explained, "I'm putting together a catalog so people can understand the Devil Fruits more easily in the future."
"A very wise decision. You should've done this ages ago."
Deadpool nodded, then immediately introduced the woman at his side.
"Boss, this is the one I told you about—my wife, Vanessa."
"Miss Vanessa, welcome to the shop." Rorschach nodded politely. "Mr. Wade has given this shop a great deal of support, so I'm honestly very grateful."
"No, no, boss, we should be the ones thanking you."
Vanessa quickly waved her hands and spoke from the bottom of her heart.
"If it weren't for you, Wade would never have been able to walk confidently under the sun again. You gave him a new life."
"Alright, let's stop the commercial mutual praise right there."
Rorschach smiled.
"The fact that we all crossed paths at all is fate."
Then he turned his eyes toward Deadpool.
"So, Wade, you're here to buy another Devil Fruit?"
"Of course. Something this magical? Vanessa has to experience it too."
Deadpool nodded heavily and casually set the black case in his hand on the floor.
"And I'm really looking forward to seeing how magical these Devil Fruits truly are."
Vanessa's eyes were shining too, her face full of anticipation.
"In that case, Vanessa—"
"Boss, just call me Vanessa, same as Wade does," she cut in with a smile.
"Alright then, Vanessa." Rorschach didn't argue. "Wade asked me about defensive Devil Fruits before, so I assume that was for your sake. Are you looking for a defensive-type fruit?"
"Actually…"
Vanessa hesitated, then looked at Rorschach with open curiosity.
"What I really want is skin like Wade's now. Perfect and flawless. But Wade said there's only one of each fruit. So, boss… are there any other fruits that can do something like that?"
Of course.
Beauty really was in everyone's nature.
"I'm sorry, Vanessa. Among the fruits currently in stock, there aren't any appearance-focused ones left."
Rorschach shook his head.
"And to be precise, Devil Fruits are fundamentally about unlocking human potential and making a person stronger. Improved skin or appearance is usually just a side effect."
"There really aren't any fruits whose sole purpose is beauty."
Even a fruit like Boa Hancock's wasn't truly about making her beautiful.
Its essence was charm, seduction, and overwhelming influence.
Beauty was just the added effect.
Because for Hancock, beauty itself was a weapon.
"I see…"
Vanessa immediately looked disappointed.
Beside her, Wade couldn't help grinning.
"Vanessa, since there's no beauty fruit, then let's just go with what we agreed on—a defensive fruit. See? This is fate."
Deadpool looked unbearably smug.
"Whatever."
Vanessa clearly didn't care much anymore.
In her eyes, there were only two kinds of fruits in the world:
Beauty fruits.
And everything else.
Since there were no beauty fruits left, everything else was basically the same to her.
"Boss, then let's go with defense. Which ones do you recommend? Give us two good options."
Deadpool hurriedly asked, like he was afraid Vanessa might change her mind again.
"If the customer is a beautiful lady, then I strongly recommend two fruits."
Rorschach answered without hesitation.
"The Outfit Fruit and the Marshmallow Fruit."
"Especially the Outfit Fruit. I believe that's absolutely one of the most popular Devil Fruits among women."
Actually, this wasn't even a sudden thought.
The moment Wade had asked him about defensive fruits last night, Rorschach had already guessed exactly who it was for.
He had thought it through in advance.
"The Outfit Fruit? What kind of fruit is that?"
Vanessa, who had barely shown any interest until now, finally perked up.
"What does 'Outfit' mean? Like clothes? Fashion outfits?"
"Yes." Rorschach nodded. "The Outfit Fruit allows the user to create a complete set of clothing. So calling it the Clothes Fruit wouldn't really be wrong either."
Vanessa's eyes lit up instantly.
"So if I eat this fruit, I can wear new clothes every single day?"
"Exactly, Vanessa. If you become skilled enough with the fruit, then in theory, you can create any outfit you can imagine."
"It really works like that?"
Vanessa looked ready to jump in excitement.
"That's amazing! This one, this one! Boss, I want this one!"
"Boss, the clothes created by the Outfit Fruit are bulletproof too, right?"
Deadpool asked from the side, making sure.
"Of course, Wade. I understand what you're asking."
Rorschach smiled.
"I already said it before—the true nature of Devil Fruits is to enhance a person's power."
"The true essence of the Outfit Fruit is protection. Whether you choose to create armor or stylish clothing is just a matter of personal preference."
"So yes—even the fruit's basic form is capable of producing bulletproof clothing."
"It can even stop bullets? Oh my God, that's incredible!"
Vanessa was fully energized now.
"Wade, you were right. The fruits here really are like creations from God!"
She was satisfied beyond words.
This fruit was perfect.
She could wear a new outfit every day.
And those outfits could stop bullets.
Where else in the world was she supposed to find a miracle fruit like that?
Deadpool was extremely satisfied too.
Wasn't this basically the same as wearing a bulletproof vest every day?
That meant Vanessa's safety would be much more secure.
For both husband and wife, this fruit was perfect.