If the Door-Door Fruit could truly ignore spatial interference magic, then its value would beco terrifying.
A sorcerer who possessed the Door-Door Fruit could, before a large-scale war even began, hide an entire army inside the fruit's dinsional space.
At that point, one person would effectively beco an army carrier.
Teleportation magic could accomplish sothing similar, but it had a major weakness—spatial interference. Once the enemy possessed thods capable of disrupting space itself, teleportation spells would beco unreliable or even completely unusable.
The Door-Door Fruit was different.
With nothing more than a thought, its user could open a doorway directly inside the enemy's headquarters—or open countless doors all at once. The destructive potential of an army descending from nowhere was almost unimaginable.
Sneak attacks on the enemy's rear were often the most effective way to secure victory.
Devious, efficient, and devastating.
As for the final fruit—the Heal-Heal Fruit—its raw impact might be slightly inferior to the first two, but its strategic importance was no less extraordinary.
This was the fruit once eaten by Princess Mansherry of the Tontatta Tribe.
It possessed the power to heal living beings.
When activated, the user could cure all injuries and illnesses afflicting a target. The ability manifested as a magical watering can that sprayed healing water. As long as that water touched the wounded target, their injuries would recover almost instantly.
Even the user's tears carried healing properties.
Of course, the fruit had limitations. It could heal injuries, but it could not regenerate missing limbs.
At its highest level, however, the fruit possessed an even more terrifying ability: Restoration.
By sacrificing lifespan, the user could restore anything to its original state, whether organic or inorganic. Lost body parts, damaged objects, destroyed structures—everything could be reconstructed.
It was the ultimate technique of the Heal-Heal Fruit.
Yet what interested Matthew most wasn't Restoration.
It was another ability entirely—one without side effects.
Healing Dandelions.
The user could extract healing energy from healthy individuals and condense it into dandelion-shaped healing flowers, which could then be distributed to others for use.
The principle was similar to blood donation.
The extracted vitality from another person would crystallize into a healing dandelion, and a single flower alone could provide significant restorative effects. The stronger and healthier the donor, the more potent the healing beca.
Its only flaw was preservation.
These healing dandelions could not be stored for long and had to be used within a short ti.
But to Matthew, that wasn't a flaw at all.
What was magic for? Magic existed precisely to solve problems that seed impossible.
Even if there wasn't already a spell capable of preserving them indefinitely, one could simply be developed later.
Once that storage issue was resolved, the Heal-Heal Fruit would beco the foundation of the ultimate battlefield dic.
Imagine soldiers carrying portable healing dandelions into war. The mont they suffered injuries, they could imdiately restore themselves back to fighting condition.
To the enemy, it would feel utterly shaless.
After a brutal battle, after sacrificing countless lives and finally seeing victory within reach, the opposing side would suddenly slap a glowing dandelion onto their bodies and instantly recover all their wounds.
Then they'd start charging forward again, screaming things like "brotherhood," "loyalty to the Emperor," and other insane battle cries.
Who wouldn't feel their scalp go numb watching that?
At that point, what was even the point of fighting?
Among all the Devil Fruits currently available for unlocking, these three offered the highest value by far.
Still, aside from the Munch-Munch Fruit, Matthew hadn't yet decided who should receive the Door-Door Fruit and the Heal-Heal Fruit.
That would require careful planning later on.
Matthew picked up the Munch-Munch Fruit and opened a portal directly to the Saint Petersburg base.
For the ti being, the Technology Departnt's primary research facility had been established there, and the place had already undergone several rounds of expansion. Most of their experintal equipnt, including the production lines for the Super Soldier Gene Serum and its injection procedures, had been relocated to this base.
Of course, the facility would eventually be moved elsewhere.
But that was a matter for the future.
Matthew himself rarely visited in person, so when the boss suddenly appeared at the base early in the morning, Milson—who had only just gotten up and was preparing to head into the laboratory—froze in shock.
That shock, however, lasted only until Matthew took out the Munch-Munch Fruit and explained its abilities in detail.
The mont Milson understood what it could do, his eyes widened so much they nearly popped out of his skull.
"What?"
"There's actually sothing like this in the world?"
"Boss, this is unbelievable. The research value alone is imasurable. If this thing could be mass-produced, it would trigger a revolution in materials science unlike anything humanity has ever seen."
"Countless technological concepts that are currently impossible could suddenly beco reality."
"This… this would be the greatest discovery in human history."
Milson stared at the fruit in Matthew's hand the way a lonely sixty-year-old man might stare at the most beautiful woman in existence. He looked ready to drool.
What was humanity's greatest technological limitation?
Was it scientific theory?
Yes… and no.
The true bottleneck had always been materials.
Materials science was the foundation of all technology.
Why couldn't humanity realize many of its most advanced scientific concepts? Because material limitations had completely locked progress in place.
Take nuclear fusion, for example.
Humanity lacked specialized structural materials capable of enduring temperatures of hundreds of millions of degrees while resisting neutron bombardnt.
Hypersonic aircraft and aerospace vehicles required lightweight, heat-resistant alloys and ceramic composite materials that humanity still couldn't reliably manufacture.
Room-temperature superconductors and quantum chips demanded semiconductors and superconductive materials with near-perfect atomic purity and flawless lattice structures.
Deep-space travel, advanced dical technology, artificial organs—every field faced the sa problem.
Humanity's theories had already reached the heavens.
But materials science was still crawling on the ground.
To put it more simply, scientific principles were blueprints, while materials were bricks. Humanity had already drawn the perfect blueprints long ago, but without suitable bricks, even the greatest design could never beco a real building.
And now…
The solution to that problem was sitting right in front of him in the form of a bizarre fruit.
How could Milson possibly stay calm?
If the fruit hadn't been in Matthew's hands, he might have outright snatched it away on the spot.
Research—it had to be researched. Not only did it need to be researched, but this fruit also had to be mass-produced and replicated on a large scale.
Unfortunately, Matthew shook his head and interrupted his train of thought, delivering a bucket of cold water.
"No. You can't mass-produce or manufacture this fruit through technological ans."
Milson gradually cald down. He did not lose his sanity and demand answers; instead, after calming down, he furrowed his brow and inquired about the reason: "Why, Boss?"
"Because this fruit cannot be analyzed through technology. It can't even be cut open. It must remain completely intact."
Devil Fruits were extrely special.
After unlocking these three fruits, Matthew had personally conducted research on them himself.
And what he discovered was very different from the popular theories from his previous life.
Devil Fruits were not living entities containing so-called devils with independent consciousness.
Instead, they resembled sothing closer to a collection of concepts and beliefs fused together into physical form.
They had no true shape.
No consciousness.
They were vague, intangible, almost unreal.
Yet at the sa ti, they carried an incredibly unique set of rules—strange laws that could neither be captured nor fully understood.
Once consud, a person would gain the ability contained within those rules.
But the mont external interference damaged the fruit itself, it was like puncturing a balloon. Everything inside would instantly dissipate and vanish without a trace.
Matthew strongly suspected that even magic might not be capable of containing or preserving that power once it escaped.
Of course, that was only speculation.
Maybe it could be done.
But Matthew had no intention of gambling on it.
Besides…
He already had a far better thod for mass-producing Devil Fruit abilities.
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