Chương 110: Maximizing Fury's Single Eye

"Shopkeeper, you mentioned a default range for the normal vision state, but what about the range for the X-ray vision? Can it also extend to thousands of kilometers?" Nick Fury asked, having regained his composure but still eager to learn more about the details.

"In the basic state, the range for active abilities like X-ray vision or mind-reading usually won't match the passive wide-range observation capabilities," Rosh explained calmly.

"But, Fury, remember—Devil Fruits are all about development. The full potential of these abilities depends entirely on how creative and determined you are in unlocking them." Fury nodded, understanding the point. It was clear that mastering these fruits required not just raw power, but also a great deal of ingenuity and effort.

"So, aside from the long-range observation ability, does the Glare-Glare Fruit have any other pleasant surprises?" Fury asked, his curiosity growing. He wasn't expecting much—after all, the catalog entry for the fruit only highlighted the two main abilities: mind-reading and X-ray vision. The added passive capability of functioning as a super-powered telescope had already been an unexpected bonus. Still, he couldn't help but hope there was more to discover. To his surprise, Rosh chuckled softly.

"Fury, acquiring this fruit would truly be a bargain for you," Rosh revealed, his tone filled with certainty.

"Besides the abilities I've already mentioned, the fruit also comes with an offensive capability."

"An offensive capability?" Fury was intrigued but puzzled. A fruit focused on vision didn't seem like it would lend itself naturally to offensive maneuvers.

"How does that work? You're not telling me it shoots laser beams or something, right?"

"Not quite lasers," Rosh chuckled.

"It's even stranger than that. The offensive aspect comes from… tears."

"Tears?" Fury blinked, genuinely taken aback. Of all the abilities he could imagine, this was the last thing he expected.

"Exactly. The fruit allows the user's eyes to produce an enhanced form of tears," Rosh explained.

"These tears can be manipulated into various forms—hardened to the strength of steel or heated to intense, scorching temperatures. Once shaped, the user can hurl these weaponized tears as projectiles." Fury stared at Rosh, momentarily at a loss for words. Hardened and heated tears? The idea was undeniably strange, yet it somehow fit the fruit's peculiar theme of vision-related abilities. Still, his practical side couldn't ignore a potential drawback. Tears, even weaponized, were small by nature.

Using them as projectiles seemed more symbolic than effective unless the fruit allowed for their production in massive, exaggerated quantities. The damage they could inflict likely wouldn't compare to traditional weapons. Not that it really concerned Fury. He always had his trusted firearm at his side and doubted he'd ever find himself in a situation where teardrop projectiles were his go-to method of attack.

Even so, he couldn't deny the creativity behind the ability and found himself quietly marveling at the endless possibilities it might hold. With the power of this fruit, even a single eye could rival—or perhaps surpass—what most people could achieve with both.

"Are there any restrictions or limitations I should be aware of?" Fury asked, his analytical instincts kicking in. He wanted to examine every detail before committing to such a decision. The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

"If there's any drawback, it's a minor one," Rosh replied casually with a slight shrug.

"The abilities of the fruit require a specific gesture to activate—a hand sign where you form a circle with your thumb and forefinger, similar to the 'OK' symbol." Fury's brow furrowed in thought.

"An OK gesture?" he repeated, clearly intrigued by the peculiar requirement.

"Exactly," Rosh affirmed with a nod.

"To activate the fruit's powers—whether it's X-ray vision or mind-reading—the user must look through the circle formed by their thumb and forefinger. Think of it as a trigger mechanism." Fury was silent for a moment, considering the implications. At first glance, the requirement seemed downright absurd. Could the Director of S. H. I. E. L. D., a man of immense authority and gravitas, really afford to walk around making an "OK" sign just to use his abilities?

The mental image was almost comical, enough to elicit a faint smirk. Still, Fury's practical side quickly took over. The gesture, while unconventional, was hardly a dealbreaker. It was a small quirk for such extraordinary powers. And besides, as he rationalized,'If I don't feel awkward doing it, then the only ones who'll feel awkward are the people watching me.' With that thought, he dismissed the concern entirely.

"Can I give it a try?" Fury asked, at last, his tone firm and resolute.

"By all means," Rosh replied smoothly, handing him a prepared sample of the Glare-Glare Fruit. Fury already knew the drill. Natasha's detailed report and the catalog's instructions had thoroughly outlined the process. Without hesitation, he took a small bite—just enough to activate the fruit's unique abilities. Rosh watched in quiet amusement. Most people recoiled in disgust the moment they tasted a Devil Fruit, their faces contorting in response to its infamous bitterness. But Fury?

Not a flicker of emotion crossed his face. No grimace, no flinch—his expression remained perfectly composed as if he'd just bitten into an ordinary piece of bread. It was impressive, Rosh had to admit. Fury's unshakable composure was a testament to the man's discipline—a trait expected from the head of S. H. I. E. L. D. and a leader accustomed to facing the extraordinary without batting an eye.

"Is this the power of the Devil Fruits?" Fury murmured, a note of awe in his voice as he felt a subtle yet undeniable transformation take hold within him.

"Excuse me for a moment," he said, stepping toward the shop's entrance, eager to explore the fruit's capabilities. Adjusting his single eye to focus on the bustling street outside, Fury's perspective shifted instantly. The entire street unfolded before him with unparalleled clarity. He could see from one end to the other, every detail magnified as though observed through a state-of-the-art telescope.

Nothing escaped his notice—the tiniest cracks in the pavement, the expressions on distant faces, even the faint flicker of lights inside far-off windows. Driven by curiosity, Fury raised his hand and formed the "OK" gesture, peering through the circle created by his fingers. The moment he did, the world changed again. Solid walls dissolved from his vision, revealing the interiors of nearby buildings. He saw into shops, bustling restaurants, and hidden storage rooms, each laid bare before his all-seeing gaze.

As pedestrians moved through the street, their thoughts and emotions became apparent as if their minds had been unlocked. Fury could sense everything—hidden motives, fleeting anxieties, and private intentions, all exposed with unnerving clarity. The experience was both exhilarating and unsettling.

"This is... extraordinary," Fury muttered under his breath, his usual stoic demeanor betraying a hint of awe. This was on another level entirely for someone who had witnessed countless marvels throughout his career. Even in this brief trial, Fury grasped the immense value of the fruit. With its abilities, he wouldn't just be an excellent spy—he would become the ultimate operative, a force that no secret could elude. Fury allowed himself a small, satisfied smile for the first time in what felt like years.

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