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In the deep chambers of the courtesan's villa, Komurasaki knelt on a silk cushion embroidered with cherry blossoms, her thin fingers gently gliding across her phone screen.
Outside the window, Wano Country's eternal clouds blocked the moon, with only the cold light from her phone screen lighting up her delicate face, as if in this darkness, only this faint glow could bring her a bit of comfort.
When she scrolled to the video of Wapol, the fallen king, her red lips unconsciously tightened.
In the video, Wapol stood before a garbage dump on Winter Island, crying to the camera about how he was overthrown by the Revolutionary Army and regretting his past actions.
Komurasaki's fingertips shook slightly above the screen. This scene pierced her heart like a sharp blade.
Wasn't Wano Country also experiencing the same suffering?
She suddenly turned off the video and quickly walked to her dressing table.
Her complex gaze reflected in the bronze mirror: anger, hope, determination... various emotions swirled in those beautiful eyes.
Her nails dug deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain, her heart filled with helplessness over Wano Country's current state and a longing for the future.
"If only it could be like Wapol's country..." she whispered softly, her voice carrying a desire suppressed for years.
Opening the TikTok backend, she stared at her fan count, which had just passed a hundred, and bit her lower lip.
This number was far from enough... not even meeting the threshold for live streaming. She needed more. She needed the entire Sea to hear the voice of Wano Country!
She suddenly recalled the conversation between Orochi and Kaido she had overheard last night—the Devil Fruit trades, the dirty conspiracies... if she could make these public...
Komurasaki suddenly stood up, her magnificent kimono rustling in the silent room.
Imagining Wano Country's current situation—the enslaved people, the polluted rivers, the villages filled with starved corpses... each scene was enough to make her furious!
But at this moment, these painful memories became her most powerful weapon.
"If I post all of this on TikTok, can it attract others' attention to help her Wano Country...?" she murmured softly, hesitating.
Among TikTok's massive user base, perhaps lay the hope that could save Wano Country.
The watchman's clappers sounded from outside the window. Komurasaki quickly locked her screen and tucked her phone into her inner clothing, her movements suddenly pausing as she realized this small metal rectangle carried the hope of all Wano Country.
"Thank you..." she whispered into the void, unsure if she was thanking the mysterious TikTok producer or this opportunity that had finally appeared.
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On the Sea,
The waves surged, and the sunlight, scattered across the shimmering sea surface, appeared exceptionally dazzling.
Ron sat in a dugout canoe, a giant Sea King seahorse diligently pulling the boat forward, its body cutting white wakes through the water, looking very hardworking.
Ron, bored, casually opened TikTok and began browsing the latest videos.
The number of TikTok videos had now reached hundreds of millions, and their quality had improved greatly compared to before.
Excellent content creators from various fields emerged endlessly, covering everything from food and travel to technology and entertainment.
Kaido's live broadcast of his party two days ago had attracted countless eyes, not only gaining Kaido many fans but also, thanks to TikTok's convenience, inspiring him to use SMILE Devil Fruit to expand his power.
"Are SMILE Devil Fruit considered fakes? Should they be banned?"
Ron pondered, looking at the videos about SMILE Devil Fruit on the screen.
He remembered having previously promised that if users discovered fakes, he would definitely deal with them seriously.
But the situation this time was somewhat complex. Although SMILE Devil Fruit did not have a hundred percent success rate like real Devil Fruit, there were indeed many successful cases.
Ron's eyebrows pulled together slightly, his eyes showing a hint of hesitation.
He recalled his past promise but also had to admit that SMILE Devil Fruit indeed had its unique aspects.
Although it wasn't a true Devil Fruit, it wasn't entirely worthless either.
It also offered a glimmer of hope to those eager to gain abilities, even if that hope came with risks.
"Forget it, since there are successful examples, it's not considered a fake," Ron sighed softly, a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes.
Although SMILE Devil Fruit had its flaws, it also brought new possibilities to this world.
Think of the poor people living at the bottom. A hundred million Berry Devil Fruit would eat up their houses and empty their family savings. Now, a cheap Devil Fruit finally appears, and you insist it's fake.
Who could accept that?
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After a morning of rapid travel, the Sea King seahorse cut a long white wake across the blue sea.
Ron stood on the Sea King's broad back, squinting as the flashing red dot on his phone screen grew closer.
That was the precise coordinate Morgans had sent via TikTok.
"This is much more practical than a Log Pose..." Ron murmured softly, a touch of emotion in his voice.
An ordinary Log Pose could only indicate direction, but this small screen could precisely display distance and location, even accurately calculating how much time was left.
So convenient!
Ron wondered how many people on this Sea had discovered TikTok's practical little feature.
He thought to himself, perhaps TikTok's influence had already far exceeded his expectations.
In the distance, an island shrouded in mist gradually revealed its outline.
Ron's eyes suddenly got sharp. Without precise positioning, it would be difficult for anyone to find this hidden island in the vast Sea.
"Morgans, that guy, can really hide," he muttered softly, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
The Sea King seahorse let out a long cry, gradually slowing down.
Before even reaching the shore, Ron saw the familiar figure on the bank.
Morgans was pacing anxiously, smoking a cigar, looking up every few steps, clearly having waited for a long time.
"Ron!" Morgans flapped his wings and flew over as soon as he saw the Sea King's shadow, his voice full of urgency. "You've finally arrived!"
He flew to Ron's side, a hint of complaint in his tone. "The phones in the warehouse are almost gone! If no new stock arrives, I'll have to package myself up and sell myself."
Ron then remembered to check the system backend. When he saw the number, his eyebrows raised slightly. "Ninety-five million users..."
Only five million short of the one hundred million mark.
This growth rate was truly impressive!
"Take me to the warehouse," Ron said simply.
"Alright!" Morgans immediately led the way, waving his hand to signal Ron to follow.