I Have Been Sleeping Among Pirates For A Hundred Years

New World.

This is the second half of the Grand Line known as the Pirate Graveyard.

In the New World, there is a laboratory on Dantou Island, an island stationed by the Marine scientific research force.

Vegapunk, who has many titles such as "Has the World's Best Brain" and "Leads the World in Technology for Five Hundred Years", is currently carefully observing the samples in the sealed container.

It was a mass of liquid the size of a finger cap, which seemed to have a deep black color due to being stored for a long time. Inside the liquid, a faint emerald green light shone like the rhythm of a heartbeat.

"Did this set of samples react?"

Along with the crisp footsteps, a calm voice came from behind. It was one of Vegapunk's six clones, 01, who represents "integrity", Shakya.

"I didn't expect it. It seems that the factor in the sample was awakened." Vegapunk nodded seriously.

"The sample belongs to...that guy."

Shakya wore a helmet on his face, so his expression could not be seen clearly, but there was a hint of emotion in his tone.

"It can only be him. After all...even if he eats the same Devil Fruit, the current Demon Fruit power cannot crack the ability of the previous esper. This is also the strangeness of Devil Fruit's ability."

Vegapunk nodded.

Shakya said: "So, after disappearing a hundred years ago, has he resurrected now?"

"The statement of resurrection is really too loose!"

Vegapunk corrected Shakya's wording, "To be precise, just as this factor has remained dormant, I guess he did not die back then, but fell into some kind of deep sleep."

"Even if it is just a deep sleep, it is still unimaginable that it can survive such a long time. I am afraid that only the giant family can have a vitality that spans a hundred years." Shakya said.

"Of course, this is just speculation. There is no need to get too entangled in it until there is no factual support."

Vegapunk turned around and said, "By the way, how is the progress of PX-1 being improved?"

"All indicators have basically passed the test and are ready for mass production."

"Really……"

Vegapunk is a bit cautious, "I hope that its appearance will eliminate more evil-doing pirates and bring peace to the world. Let's name it...'Pacifist'."

"It will definitely happen. This is what we have always insisted on." Shakya said firmly.

"but……"

Vegapunk once again turned its attention to the liquid that was faintly emitting green light from its core. "Pacifist is just the beginning. This initial blood factor sample is the focus of our next experiment.

Perhaps it can become the perfect carrier to carry the capabilities of Devil Fruit, taking the performance of the PX model even further. "

Shakya pondered for a few seconds and looked at Vegapunk: "The basic conditions have been met, so should we start the experiment?"

"It's time to begin," Vegapunk said one word at a time, "the 'Green Blood Experiment'."

…

Only then did Joel remember that the record pointer for the first half of the Grand Line was different from the second half. He had only remembered that the record pointer for New World would point to three routes, so he asked Caribu to choose the "middle" route. .

But the recording pointer in the first half of the Grand Line does not need to be so troublesome at all, because it only has one route, so you only need to follow the direction of the pointer.

Of course, he doesn't really need to worry about this matter, and he's not in a hurry to go anywhere. After all, the accidental scenery on the journey can also make him happy.

As for Caribu's thoughts, he never cared about it. Whether it was betrayal or escape, he didn't care.

It's like a newborn baby waving its fingers, trying to prevent others from approaching. In the eyes of adults, this behavior is undoubtedly weak and funny.

Everything Caribu did, perhaps in his own eyes, was a perfect combination of strategy and action.

But in Joel's eyes, it didn't make any sense.

One of his two major hobbies now is drinking a cup of Coke that he unexpectedly got from the tavern owner.

After all, if no one mentioned it, he who had just woken up from a century-old sleep would not be able to remember that there was such a good thing.

Another interest is to feel the blood mark of the Seven Star Sword in the body.

This blood mark is like Yuzu who has been wandering for many years and returns home. It cannot adapt to the body in a short period of time, and the many pheromones stored in the blood mark cannot be released.

Of course, this treasure is already in his body, and it will only be a matter of time before he can seize it. Joel is not in a hurry.

Caribu wiped the deck with a rag. When he occasionally got up, he would take out the telescope on his waist and look at the situation on the sea in the distance.

And soon, he was non-stop adjusting the direction of the rudder according to the recording pointer, and then doing the hard work of raising and lowering the sail.

Almost all his free time was used to the fullest, which was in sharp contrast to Joel who was leisurely reading a book.

But the harder he worked, the more uncomfortable he became.

Why, why didn't I receive any punishment?

What kind of cruel plan is this adult planning?

he thought.

Since he can't escape this ordeal, it's better to come as soon as possible, so that he doesn't have to suffer like this.

He once looked at Joel expectantly, hoping that the latter would torture him happily, but there was no response.

Gradually, his heart grew cold.

Caribu walked slowly into his room, carefully took out a permanent pointer from the package, hesitated for a moment, and then replaced the record pointer on his wrist.

This is a permanent pointer recording his hometown Terai.

He originally planned to make a name for himself before returning home in glory, but now, if he doesn't go back...

Perhaps, there will never be such an opportunity again.

If you sleep with a tiger, you will lose your life one day.

…

The seagull spread its wings against the calm sea surface, and when it was about to catch prey, it suddenly flapped its wings in panic and flew away.

A Marine-style warship broke through the sea waves and came from far and near. The artillery pushed onto the deck "boom" fired shells forward, completely breaking the calm at the moment.

Standing on the deck was a man wearing a Marine cloak. He wore a pair of black sunglasses on his face and had a scar on his right cheek that extended from his forehead to his chin.

"You know what we're going to do to get these little rats from the East Blue to Delais Island, Captain?"

Looking at the pirate ships scurrying in front of him like headless flies, the corners of his mouth gradually curved.

"I'll control the heat, Colonel Baron!"

Captain Marine, who had a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, let out a lewd chuckle. As a confidant, he quickly understood the colonel's intention.

"Everyone listen to the order, fire concentrated fire at 45 degrees to the left!"

As the order was issued, the continuous sound of cannon fodder became even more deafening.

The chased pirate ship was like a rootless duckweed, constantly heaving in the huge waves splashed by the cannonballs.

On the deck, a heavily armed man with a gloomy expression crushed the railings on the side of the ship and said in a deep voice:

"Ajin...what do you want to do next?"