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Selling Devil Fruits in the Marvel Universe

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Waking up reincarnated in the Marvel Universe is chaotic enough. But when Rosh drops into the timeline bound to a reality-breaking Devil Fruit System, the entire MCU gets turned completely upside down. Forget standard tech and ancient magic, the supernatural powers of the Grand Line are taking over, and Earth’s Mightiest Heroes are trading in their classic gear for a taste of absolute chaos. Deadpool: "Look at this complexion, people! No scars, no 'avocado-having-sex-with-an-older-avocado' look. The Smooth-Smooth Fruit just gave me my boy-band face back. Watch out, fanfic writers, your favorite person to ship is officially back on the table!" Iron Man: "Jarvis, scrap the nanotech blueprints. The Arms-Arms Fruit literally turns my entire body into a living weapon, and frankly, I look way too good in it to share. Hands off, Rogers. It’s mine." Thor: "By the All-Father... this is madness! I am the God of Thunder, yet the storms he summons make Mjolnir look like a mere spark. Who...or what, is this trickery?!" Captain America: "I can do this all day, Thanos. Let's see if that purple chin of yours can withstand a full-power, continent-shattering punch from my Tremor-Tremor Fruit. Step up!" ___________________________________________________________ I didn’t create this story; I’m just translating and editing it to make it smooth, punchy, and reader-friendly for you all. Enjoy reading!
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