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Chapter 160: Im

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Without further ado, Misfortune appeared and took out a tiny piece of the fruit before allowing it to drop down its throat, and that's it.

Yovan picked up his glass of wine and took a few sips as he toured around, amidst the slowly growing chaos.

Many were screaming in fright or confusion at the enormous shaking ship, all the while Yovan was just enjoying his stay, allowing his crew to do whatever they want.

Strangely, however, he bumped into a few fleeing underlings of the country ruler, and as if misfortune fell upon them, they suffered some miserable fates, from golden pieces of the structures around falling upon them to simply slipping onto sharp things, slicing their faces open.

He was already testing his new Devil Fruit, devouring the misfortune of those he touches, living them to experience what he has always been experiencing, misfortune.

His luck has always been zero, a value set by Limitless, and he had always thought that it meant he'll be neither lucky nor unlucky. Now it seems that he has always been misfortunate, since the first time he awoke in this world.

However, he survived, and not it was time to face the countdown, not how he used to for it was not time for misfortune to overwhelm him.

He tapped the ground and vanished into a door, just like every other Stranger, but they heard the bellows and thundering roars of Gild Tesoro that only got louder after he found out the country's treasury to be empty.

Like always though, most of the funds the Strangers acquire go to the Pantheon. The purpose was, of course, to fund several projects, especially since they started cooperating with Vegapunk.

However important those projects may be, none come close to the first goal Yovan had for the Pantheon, building one of the ancient weapons, Pluton.

The Strangers continued with their chaotic behavior, entering a phase of just adventuring everywhere, but bringing along the god of misfortune wherever they go.

The Marines were avoiding them, none daring to even come close to them. They only informed the higher-ups of their actions, specifically the new Fleet Admiral, Akainu.

Although the wild dog deeply wished to just go after them himself, and kill each one of them, especially Yovan who he hates more than anyone; he still had reason and didn't act upon his hatred, instead, he obediently informed the Elders as they wished.

What the Elders didn't expect, however, was that Yovan actually avoided them, slipping into the green dimension with his crew for he truly didn't want any trouble... It's just not time yet.

His focus was on what appeared at the end of the countdown, misfortune didn't come. Yovan left his crew and went to a nearby city and walked around in the green realm. He can see people moving about outside of his realm but he found out that he can not touch them.

Well, that's something he already knew. He more or less confirmed that his luck luck fruit doesn't work that way, he has to directly touch them, so Yovan transformed into a feather.

He will always find ways to break the system as a dark feather slipped out of a tiny door, entering the real world, and moving with a speed inconceivable to the human eye, coming in contact with every being in the entire city.

The day shall be called the day of misfortune for the entire city experienced various unlucky events, none died, but some came close.

The luck luck fruit's devouring of luck isn't eternal. Once a certain time span passes, the luck he absorbed will return to its original owners, so Yovan made sure to devour their luck right before the end of the countdown.

He then entered a coffee shop and took a seat. The waiter took quite a while to attend to him as he looked embarrassed, having just fallen on his own piss somehow... Misfortune.

Fortunately, he took the time to change his clothes and clean himself up before quickly attending to Yovan's table, finding the latter sitting along with someone else.

Yovan was in disguise, aside from his tall frame while the other individual was even more disguised, their robe hiding the entirety of their body as well as a veil hiding their face.

For some reason, the waiter felt very nervous just being near them, cold sweat pouring down his back. He even felt his mind muddled, somewhat dazed as he watched them just stare at each other.

"Just black coffee please," Yovan said, waking him up out of his stupor, fear building up in his heart as waited for the other individual's order, but Yovan saved him yet again, "Just get water for my friend here."

[Luck: 16251] That's the entirety of the luck accumulated from the inhabitants of the city, and it was a very popular city. He should know, he picked it carefully for this very day.

[Luck: -1561] Yet his luck still fell below zero as the countdown ended, but that amount of misfortune was pretty much irrelevant to him at the moment.

He was happy, satisfied. He finally overcame Limitless or at least knew that Limitless can be overcome without the desperate perseverance he has been going through all these years.

"What a beautiful day, worthy of a painting," Yovan murmured with a smile, "I wonder though, what should I paint? What do you think?"

"I wouldn't mind a painting of me," Yovan's alleged friend said in a hazy voice, making it hard to discern whether the speaker is a male or a female.

"Oh? Normally, I would ask for a price, but I'm in a good mood today," Yovan chuckled as he responded, "Are you by any chance a fan of my work?"

"I am," The alleged friend nodded, "Your work reminds me of the past, of history, memories of the past."

"Interesting," Yovan murmured with a smile, "I used to have memory problems, so paintings were my way of... Preserving my memories."

"You're very good at it," The alleged friend remarked, "Your painting, it almost sucks me in, showing me the world as it was, the event as it happened... It's remarkable."

"Thank you," Yovan nodded as he noticed the waiter coming close with his coffee and a cup of water, the latter slipping away with quickness after the delivery.

The two chatted for a while until Yovan finished his cup of coffee. His friend, on the other hand, didn't touch his water at all. The latter was more interested in understanding Yovan.

The two really looked like long time friends, yet they weren't. This was their first time meeting.

The two slowly walked their way outside of the city to the greenery, to a place suitable for the painting he wanted to paint.

The friend took a seat on the soft green grass, behind him was a small waterfall and a few trees, looking very peaceful... Only for the peace to be broken as the friend lifted their veil to show their face.

Hidden was a strangely shaped face, sharp almond eyes with red irises that have thin circles surrounding the pupils as well as long eyelashes. She was a woman.

However, beauty isn't a word that can be uttered looking at her face. Her head's shape was already fucked up, but the scars on her face made it worse... Yovan saw history in her face.

His expression didn't change as he looked at her carefully before bringing out his painting kit, his arm delving into the green dimension to take it out, and the friend's expression didn't change either.

"I'm curious, what painting of mine were you talking about?" Many people saw his paintings as they are very famous, mostly seen in newspapers or as counterfeits, but he has a hunch that she saw something different.

"The Fall Massacre." She replied with a calm expression.

"I see," Yovan murmured before focusing on his work, focusing like never before. He glanced at her from time to time, but he mostly worked with his imagination.

Rarely does he copy the world as it is, he adds segments of his imagination into it, or he paints what he sees to be the future... This one was the same.

The lady before him seemed to be very patient as she remained frozen in her place for several hours, the longest time he took for a painting despite his quick hands.

The time only showed her how much effort he was putting into the painting as he asked, "Should I name the painting with your name? If so, what's your name?"

They weren't long time friends after all, but the friend still trusted Yovan's judgment, "I trust your naming sense... My name is Im, if you wish to use it."

"Hmm, perhaps it's not suitable, you are not the only protagonist of the painting after all," Yovan murmured with a raised eyebrow, "I... I Against The World." For the first time since they met, Im narrowed her eyes.