One Piece: Three Devil Fruits, Beginning with Darkness

Chapter 7: The Dark-Dark Fruit

Before Jiger and his companions could get far, the battlefield behind them erupted into utter chaos.

An earth-shaking clash of Haki and Devil Fruit abilities ignited in an instant, sending shockwaves rippling through the Valley of the Gods. The air trembled under the sheer force of power being unleashed. The deafening roar of combat, mixed with the splintering of rock and the screech of steel, filled the valley.

The very ground beneath their feet quaked, as if groaning under the weight of the titanic battle unfolding behind them.

Ivan couldn't help but glance back. What he saw made his breath hitch.

Enormous boulders were rising into the air, defying gravity, before being hurled back down like a torrential downpour. The sheer scale of destruction was something beyond human comprehension. It was as if the very heavens had turned against the land.

Jiger noticed Ivan's hesitation and grabbed his wrist, yanking him forward. His voice was sharp with urgency.

"That's the power of the Float-Float Fruit! Run! If you get caught up in this, you won't survive!"

Ivan stumbled but quickly found his footing, his mind still reeling from what he had just witnessed. He swallowed hard before muttering under his breath,

"The power of the Devil Fruits... it's terrifying. If we had one, could we become that strong too?"

Jiger's expression darkened. His eyes gleamed with determination.

"Yes," he said firmly. "The Devil Fruits given as prizes by the Celestial Dragons—those fruits aren't any weaker than the Float-Float Fruit!"

Saying nothing more, Jiger turned and picked up his pace, leading them toward their destination—the opulent house where the mysterious man in the suit had once been.

The ruins had changed, what had once been a place ruins, filled with the hollow luxuries of the Celestial Dragons with partial fixed houses was now more than a wreckage of shattered stone and burning rubble. Buildings lay crumbled and broken, smoke curling into the sky.

But amidst the destruction, Jiger saw an opportunity.

The guards, the servants, the overseers—all of them had been summoned by Saint Saturn to reinforce the battlefield. No one remained to monitor the town anymore. No one would stop them.

It was now or never.

They reached their destination—but the grand mansion was gone. In its place was nothing but a pile of rubble, crushed beneath the weight of the ongoing devastation.

Without hesitation, Jiger rushed forward, dropping to his knees as he began digging through the ruins with his bare hands.

Ivan and the others exchanged glances before following suit, scrambling to clear away the debris.

There was no time to hesitate. No time to worry about exhaustion or injuries. Any delay, any wasted moment, could mean death. The battle between monsters was raging just beyond their reach, and the shockwaves alone could crush them if they stayed too long.

The wind howled above them, whipped into a frenzy by the sheer power clashing in the distance. Jiger's robe flapped violently, his small frame trembling in the storm of pressure. But he kept digging, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.

Beneath his breath, he muttered,

"Devil Fruit… if you truly choose your master, then choose me! Let's reach the top of this world together!"

His hands were raw. His nails were torn, worn down to almost nothing. Blood smeared across the rubble, dripping from his fingertips. The crimson droplets seeped into the cracks between the stones, disappearing into the depths below.

Jiger barely noticed the pain.

His vision blurred with sweat and dust. His muscles burned with exhaustion. But he refused to stop.

Then—

A faint golden shimmer caught his eye.

Jiger froze.

His heart pounded violently against his ribs as he peered closer. Beneath the stone, partially buried beneath the wreckage, a wooden box glinted with gold trim. Only a small corner was visible, its once-pristine surface now coated in dust.

Jiger's breath hitched.

His hands trembled as he dug faster, more desperately, pushing away the remaining debris. The weight of exhaustion, the pain in his fingers—it all vanished in that moment.

When the box was finally freed, he hesitated for a single second.

Would it really be there? Was this truly his moment?

He forced himself to breathe.

Reaching forward, he placed a hand on the lid.

To his relief, there was no lock. It made sense—after all, this was meant for the weak Celestial Dragons to open once they won. They didn't expect a war to unfold and anyone other than themselves to have access to it.

With trembling fingers, Jiger lifted the lid.

Inside, resting in eerie stillness, lay a fruit unlike any other.

Its surface was deep, rich purple, patterned with intricate swirling designs. It had the shape of a pineapple, but its texture was something unnatural—something otherworldly.

The moment his eyes landed on it, a spark of realization shot through his mind.

A single name surfaced in his thoughts.

'This... this is the Dark-Dark Fruit...!'

Jiger's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the fruit in his hands. The swirling, deep-purple patterns, the rough texture—it was unmistakable.

In that instant, a flood of memories surfaced. He had seen this fruit before—in the hands of the man who had waited decades for it. A fruit so powerful, so coveted, that it changed the fate of an entire era.

Jiger had expected to find something valuable, but this? This was beyond anything he had imagined. The Dark-Dark Fruit was no ordinary Logia—it didn't grant the usual elementalization like others of its kind. But that hardly mattered. Over time, the ability to phase through attacks had become nearly useless except against weaklings. Many Logia users, aside from those with powerful offensive elements, had become obsolete jokes in this brutal world.

But the Dark-Dark Fruit was different. It was a force of nature itself. It didn't just manipulate darkness—it consumed. It devoured. It **erased**. More than anything, Jiger valued the ability that made it truly terrifying: the black hole that annihilated everything.

His grip tightened around the fruit. Less than three seconds after recognizing it, he sank his teeth in.

Bitter. Sour. An indescribable, gut-wrenching taste flooded his mouth, making his stomach churn violently. His face twisted in disgust, turning an unhealthy shade of purple as he fought the urge to gag.

He barely managed to swallow. One bite—that was all it took.

With a shaky breath, Jiger tossed the remaining fruit aside, now nothing more than a tasteless husk. He stood motionless, waiting, and then—

Something **changed.**

A strange sensation washed over him. It wasn't pain, nor was it a rush of strength. It was… awareness. As if a new limb had sprouted from his being, something foreign yet entirely under his control.

Instinctively, he raised his right hand in front of his face. Darkness spread across his skin like ink, coiling and twisting as wisps of black smoke curled into the air.

His fingers twitched. The darkness moved with them, obeying his will.

Jiger stared, heart pounding. From this moment forward, he was the master of the Dark-Dark Fruit. The one who controlled darkness itself.

"Jig!"

Ivan's excited voice shattered the moment. Jiger spun around to see him holding up another fruit—this one shaped like a bear's paw.

"Look what I found! A Devil Fruit!"

Jiger's pupils shrank. The round, pinkish shape, the distinct markings—he recognized it instantly. The **Paw-Paw Fruit.**

A powerful fruit, no doubt. But Jiger wasn't thinking about its abilities. He was thinking about Ivan himself. His loud, careless voice, the way he waved the fruit around without a second thought—this was dangerous.

He hadn't even realized Jiger had already eaten a Devil Fruit. In Ivan's mind, Jiger had been the one most obsessed with finding one, so he had instinctively wanted to offer it to him instantly out of gratitude and childish ignorance.

But **Devil Fruits** were not things to be announced so recklessly.

Jiger's heart sank. Ivan's voice had been loud—too loud. And the words **"Devil Fruit"** were not something that could be ignored, not in a place like this.

Even in the midst of battle, those words carried weight.

Silence.

The battlefield, where titans clashed and the ground itself trembled under their might, **paused.**

Jiger felt it before he saw it. The air grew heavy. **Dangerous gazes locked onto Ivan.**

From both sides.

The Rocks Pirates. The World Government. The navy.

Men whose very presence distorted the battlefield turned their heads toward the boy holding the fruit. Ivan, who had been frozen in place, suddenly felt like he was standing at the center of a storm.

Many of these warriors possessed **Conqueror's Haki**—an invisible pressure that could crush weaker souls into unconsciousness. The fact that Ivan was still standing was impressive in itself. But he was far from safe.

Saint Saturn's eyes narrowed. He knew exactly what fruit that was. Without hesitation, he called for Saint Garling.

But Garling didn't move. His attention was locked onto **Jiger.** His expression was unreadable.

Meanwhile, the navy had a different reaction. Garp scoffed, crossing his arms. "Tch. More Celestial Dragon nonsense." He had little interest in taking orders from them, even if a Devil Fruit was involved.

Rocks, however, **did** care. He didn't need to say a word.

Before Jiger could react, a massive shadow loomed over Ivan.

A towering figure surged forward, eyes gleaming with hunger.

"Kid!"

The voice was like a thunderclap.

"Hand over your Devil Fruit to me!!!"

**Big Mom was the first to arrive.**