Awakened Devil Fruit Users Novels & Stories

Akari thought. The beast continued attacking as it launched slash marks towards them and sometimes get close to hurt them after using a sonic roar or other attacks. Akari and Makoto tried defending all its attacks as Kaikuh watched the percentage of her update increase. They had an intense battle but after a while, Kaikuh system was updated as a message then popped up. "Update completed, your new power is known as mind control which means that you have the ability to make a living organism do whatever you want"

The copper taste of betrayal on my tongue as the sky over Boston turned to ink. "She’s awake! Doctor, she’s opening her eyes!" The voice hit me like a physical blow. It was Lurii. But her voice was wrong, it was higher, thinner, vibrating with a youthful, frantic energy untouched by the years of bourbon and bitterness I’d heard on that rooftop. I blinked, my vision swimming through a haze of tears and the stinging glare of the overhead lights. As the shapes solidified, I saw them. Standing on either side of my bed were the two architects of my ruin. Marcus and Lurii.

"I don't have any framework for treating something like this. This isn't injury or illness in any sense I understand." Isla, who had followed them back from the ambush site despite her own exhaustion, stepped closer to examine Noah's glowing skin with a frown of recognition. "I've seen this before. Or something close to it." "Where?" Aurora asked immediately. "The resistance recovered records, once, of an old ritual describing exactly this kind of awakening," Isla said slowly. "A failsafe vessel activating under duress, rather than through deliberate, controlled ritual. It's dangerous specifically because it wasn't meant to happen this way. A controlled activation would allow whoever perform

I scrolled further down the expansive catalog, skipping past the biological modification tabs to examine the various exotic consumables: > [Spiritual Skin-Nourishing Fruit — 500 IP] > [Divine Nut — 8,000 IP] > [Vitality Fruit — 1,000 IP] > I skipped past the physical enhancement section for now, shifting directly to the tab that interested me most—the realm of psychological warfare and strategic manipulation: [MIND CONTROL] My eyes lit up as I scanned the tactical menu, my pulse quickening at the sheer power arrayed before me: > [Persuasion Card — 500,000 IP] >

A few of his Followers would be upset but the matter of it was that this was also a mission that needed to be carried out. Reap System: Rewards acquired. Deviant Heart Pill 3x, Human Faced seeds 4x, Basic puppet 1x, Dying Heart Sutra Manual, Gathering Pill 9x, Pillar Elixer 9x, Traitor Sword 'Hmm, some of these are really high-end. The Traitor Sword should have only arrived if I had a Sect already.' Ren thought. 'And as for the Dying Heart Sutra Manual.. I have no Cultivator Cauldrons. Or those that mean..'

My eyes widened in surprise as I noticed that the Red Monster didn’t seem to feel pain. I turned to look at Adrian, he moved fast enough to cover his face and head with his arms, which now were covered by large burns. Luckily, his special power was speed healing, he normally could heal in a matter of seconds. But it seemed like even his healing abilities were slowed down by the toxic darkness within his system. Alev’s Dragon’s sharp fangs pierced through Orit’s forearm, releasing his horns from the General’s grasp. “Let’s do it, Aelred, full power!” I told my Dragon and he roared in agreement. I channeled all my rage into my fire and a large and bright torch left my mouth, aiming at Orit’s s

"You son of a bitch, Chris! You suggested seizing the supermarket to join them! You said you could become the second-in-command if we get the supplies! Boss, settle your score with him, not me!" "Go to hell!" The enraged and seriously injured man could not accept any explanations. As a novice Awakened, he had a frenzied craving for flesh and blood after being injured. He opened his mouth, revealing his mutated, sharp fangs as he bit down on Chris' neck. Blood gushed out, staining the snow crimson. Chris' eyes widened as his hands flailed helplessly in the air. A series of muffled huffing escaped his throat. Only his eyes remained fixed on the sky. He appeared unable to believe he was dead.

For an instant, he showed signs of the old Luca, a young man who once brought me chicken soup when I was sick, but quickly closed himself off. Luca made no visible indication of his thoughts. As usual, he presented a façade of muscle and intimidation. His pale-blue eyes seemed to burn into me from behind the robes he hastily donned. Little could he hide the power held within the man, or the dried blood from the killer on his person. “I won’t be manipulated by such a sob story. I built this entire empire with my bare hands, and I know about desperate people. And I know how to use them.” Luca finally released my jaw, stepping back and arranging his robe.

The man was a Fallen Devil! A Fallen Devil was a Cultivator who had been infected by Devil Qi, or had strayed into the Devil's Practice for some reason. He would possess the strengths of both an Immortal and a Devil.

He had broken free from three shackles and was one step away from becoming a Supernatural. “Supernatural… I wonder what kind of Supernatural Powers I’ll awaken after becoming a Supernatural.” Any living being that becomes a Supernatural would awaken a unique Supernatural Power. James did not ponder on it any longer. He carefully sensed his surroundings. Earth's Empyrean Spiritual Energy had grown much stronger over the past three years. James took out the mysterious purple fruit and consumed it. After taking a bite, a pleasant fragrance spread in his mouth. At the same time, a wave of energy spread through his body from his throat. Then, James activated the Lunar and Terra Art’s cultivation