"Boom... Boom..."

  Over the Red Line, across a desote stretch of sea, a t, awe-inspiring figure trained relentlessly, s down like rain.

  The figure, restrained by cuffs made of 100% pure Seastone, refrained from using Haki. Instead, they threw punches, kicks, krikes, and even headbutts against the red rock walls with a crude and brutal iy.

  The sheer impact of these as reverberated through the air, produg deafenih-shattering booms. The Red Liself bore the scars of this assault—pockmarked with shog craters and bottomless, abyss-like holes that left any onlooker trembling.

  "Boss El..."

  A massive figure resembling a Pegornis bird soared overhead, nding gracefully before transf into a humanoid with fur-covered limbs. It was Griffin Moss, one of the eight core Vajra Guardians of the Fallen Angel Pirates—a fearsome hat struck terror in the hearts of many.

  Moss gazed at the colossal craters in awe.

  For the past two years, he had stood among the elite of the Fallen Angel Pirates, alongside figures like Ant King Quinn, Little Demon Oars Jr., Francis Bangi, Butcher Hajrudin, The Rock Saul, and the Ace Brothers. Together, they were known as the Eight Vajra Guardians.

  Beh them stood numerous formidable officers, all striving to surpass their limits. The intense petition within the crew created immense pressure, as no one wao fall behind.

  It wasn’t just about status or power—falling behind would be a humiliation too great to bear.

  This fierternal rivalry sparked a wave of freraining among the crew. Every officer pushed themselves to their utmost, silently peting to outdo one another.

  Yet, no matter how hard they trained, none could truly catch up to Boss El. They could only gaze in admiration at his distant, godlike figure.

  Five years had passed, and no one could fathom just how strong this monstrous being—who perfectly ied the bloodlines of both the Giant Tribe and the Lunarian race—had bee. His relentless discipline and tireless training had elevated him to unimaginable heights.

  Standing before him felt like staring into an unfathomable, endless abyss.

  "Early this m, we pleted the final transa with the Wover regarding the Celestial Dragons."

  Suppressing his swirling thoughts, Moss reported to El, who, despite being aware of his presence, tinued his relentless assault on the Red Lihout turning around.

  "In addition to gold valued at han 20 billion Berries, we acquired the Logia-type Oil-Oil Fruit. We also obtaihree Paramecia fruits, three Zoan fruits, and three uified Devil Fruits."

  "The Wover clearly doesn’t want to break ties with us just yet, so there were no flicts during the exge."

  At this, Moss couldn’t help but feel emotional.

  In just five short years, the strength of the Totto Land Kingdom had grown immeasurably.

  Even the Wover, a colossus of power, no longer dared to openly antagohem. After reg the Celestial Dragons through various transas, they didn’t dare to take any further aggressive as—despite the fact that El hadn’t personally interve all.

  "Is there any ability worth noting?"

  With a massive headbutt, El struck the Red Line, produg a thunderous boom that sent debris flying in all dires. The impact was astonishing, yet his skin remained unscathed.

  He tinued delivering a relentless barrage of puo the rock wall, not b to look back as he posed the question.

  "Yes," Moss replied. "One of the Paramecia fruits is the Age-Age Fruit. Acc to the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia, its user freely alter their own or others' ages."

  "The Age-Age Fruit?"

  El's powerful fist smashed through the red rock wall before him, leaving an enormous imprint. Turning to Moss with an arched eyebrow, his formidable physique radiated overwhelming strength.

  "Yes," Moss firmed with a nod. "Uhe Ripe-Ripe Fruit, its effects aren’t irreversible. Even if someone is aged or reverted to a youate, they be restored to their inal age. Excessive Haki usage should also be able to resist its effects."

  He hesitated before asking, "Are you ied in it, Boss El?"

  "The Devil Fruit Encyclopedia is inplete. The true power of the Age-Age Fruit lies in its ability to allow the user to transform into any possible future version of themselves. As long as the user’s imagination is suffit, they reshape their body into any form they ceive, regardless of limitations," El expined with a slight shrug.

  "What!?"

  Moss was stuhe ability to not only alter one’s age but also embody different future versions of oo gaier strength was incredible.

  "Of course, there are restris," El tinued. "The user must firmly believe in their imagined future for it to bee possible. The stroheir vi, the more powerful the transformation. But the mrounded iy the user bees, the fewer futures they transform into, and the weaker the effects."

  "Additionally, the user aintairansformed state for long, nor they apply the ability to others for aended period. The limitations are signifit."

  El added with a chuckle, "In some ways, only a child’s whimsical imagination and unshakeable belief unlock the fruit’s full potential. Children have a natural ability to dream and believe in fantastical possibilities, whereas adults, with their greater knowledge of reality, tend to doubt aate, which limits the fruit’s effectiveness."

  "Oher hand, children ck the stamina to sustain powerful transformations, creating an i paradox in its use. This uniqueness prevents the Age-Age Fruit from being ranked alongside the most elite Devil Fruits."

  "I see…"

  Moss nodded as he processed the expnation. "Even with these limitations, it’s undeniably araordinary ability. Just the basic capabilities alone are remarkable."

  "That’s true," El agreed. "While it may not be at the absolute pins power still stands out pared to most Paramecia-css fruits. It has signifit advantages."

  "Brrr~~ Brrr~~"

  At that moment, the Den Den Mushi pearby began t.

  A vine sprouted from the ground, coiling around the Den Den Mushi and bringing it to El.

  "What is it?" El answered the call.

  "El Onii, we’re pnning a family baoday. Would you like to e back?" The Den Den Mushi, imitating Linlin’s cheerful voice, veyed her message. "I’ve already sent Barry to Amazon Lily t back Gloriosa and Medusa-!"

  "A family ba?"

  El smiled and nodded. "I’ll returoday."

  Through years of effort, the Lunarian race, on the brink of extin, had begun to experience a revival, and the family had beuch more lively.