I Have Been Sleeping Among Pirates For A Hundred Years

The clearing on the back of the island turtle.

"Yuji, move faster!"

Iji, whose body was heavily bandaged, was carrying more than ten tons of logs, urging Yuji who was struggling behind him.

Their superhuman body recovery speed allows them to get out of bed in a few days and take on all the easy tasks that are not too tiring.

"Brother, do we really have to work so hard for that guy? He almost killed us!"

Yongji said somewhat reluctantly.

"Since my father has chosen to be loyal, we must obey the arrangement."

Iji expressionlessly raised the log and threw it to Niji who was directly in front of him.

The light-speed sword in the latter's hand suddenly drew several afterimages in the air, and the logs were immediately cut into dozens of boards of the same size and neatly stacked on the ground.

"We are not even afraid of death, so what does it mean if we just work?"

Niji put away the light speed sword and glanced coldly at Yuji who was in low spirits.

"Although it is a dirty job that only servants like this do, we must complete it well and not embarrass our father!"

Yongji shrugged and said helplessly: "I know, I know, I didn't expect you to accept your fate so much. It's really boring."

Not far away, Reiju was browsing the castle design in his hand, instructing Germa's soldiers to carry the stones and build the city wall at the corresponding location.

When he was free, he stopped what he was doing and looked sideways at the noise over there.

She vaguely remembered that the last time her brothers had a fight was more than ten years ago.

Over the years, Iji and the others have never had any conflicts.

The way they get along with each other is also very peaceful and without any disturbance. They only exchange a few words when performing tasks.

They are like strangers to each other.

This kind of noise that only happens with family members... I haven't heard it for a long time.

Suddenly, she thought of someone, raised her head and looked at the sea in the distance with extremely nostalgic eyes.

…

Judge stood outside the main room of the research room, staring at the closed door in trance for a long time.

About half an hour later, he finally came to his senses.

"Father, you have been here for a long time."

Iji appeared next to Judge at some point.

"Um……"

Judge responded without saying anything.

Compared to the past few days, his time in daze has been much shorter these days.

The feeling that someone might walk out of the door at any time gradually weakened in my mind as time went by.

This strange feeling cannot be said to be anticipation or uneasiness.

But for some reason, I can't help but think about it in my mind.

"It's already the fourteenth day."

Judge murmured, "He probably won't come out today... let's go, Iji."

As he believed, the transformation of bloodline factors could not be completed overnight.

Especially non-scientific researchers like Joel cannot find the correct transformation method without experiencing experiments.

Nor do they understand how to use external forces to destroy and reorganize bloodline factors.

In this regard, he, Judge, has the right to speak.

The blood factor can only be truly called "improvement" after eliminating useless things such as emotions.

From this alone, Judge concluded that Joel would never understand,

Not to mention that he has obtained various data and analog results in blood factor experiments over the years.

He turned around and left towards the underground warehouse door.

Just after taking two steps, Judge suddenly felt something and turned around in disbelief.

The door to the main research room slowly opened.

The tall figure slowly walked out from inside.

He was wearing a black cloak with a dark red shirt underneath, and you couldn't even tell anything that was different from before.

"Did it really come out of the culture container? It should be that the bloodline factor transformation failed..."

Judge quickly regained his normal expression and said in a low voice.

Just like many other researchers studying ancestry factors,

It has never been able to truly enter the realm of God, and can only be improved in various tricky ways.

This is not something as simple as eating and drinking. Even a person with the ability to control blood like Joel would not be able to comprehend the magical power contained in the blood factor in just a few days.

But he still couldn't help sighing,

If the other party can really transform the bloodline factor, it will undoubtedly bring him a new research direction!

"Hmm... Exactly what I thought."

Joel didn't notice Judge's expression, he just looked at his raised left hand intently.

"Could that be...?"

After noticing Joel's left hand, Judge suddenly dilated his pupils.

A line of light green fluid appeared on Joel's left wrist, following the looming blood vessels under the skin, and spread all over his left palm in the blink of an eye.

"Father, what's wrong?"

Although Iji also saw the changes in Joel's palm, he didn't feel anything strange. He was just a little confused about Judge's surprise at this moment.

"That's... green blood."

Judge's eyes flickered.

"What is... green blood?"

Iji asked.

Judge said slowly as if he was lost in memories:

“Decades ago, before MADS where I stayed was forcibly banned, that guy from Vegapunk proposed a conjecture called ‘green blood’ and conducted the most basic feasibility test for this purpose.

Although subsequent research was not carried out, the results of that experiment did prove his conjecture.

And this means...

This bloodline factor called 'green blood' can become a blank carrier to accommodate Devil Fruit's abilities. "

Listening to his father's words, Iji couldn't help but look at Joel.

Although he was not very aware of the weight of these few words, he was also deeply aware of his father's achievements in scientific research.

If even his father was so amazed, then the green blood remaining in Joel's palm must be unique.

"Is it up to the wrist?"

Joel felt the green blood in his veins clearly separated from the blood on his arms at his wrist, and couldn't help but think for a moment.

With a thought in his mind, the whole arm suddenly ignited with blood inflammation, except for the palm above the wrist, which did not emit a trace of flame.

As if being deprived of ability...

No, to describe it more accurately, it is "restored".

Restored to the state without eating Devil Fruit.

"It should be initially successful...but there is still a rejection reaction, and the integration and transformation need to continue."

As the muscles in Joel's left hand gradually relaxed, the rapidly flowing green blood also dimmed and disappeared under the surface of the skin.

"Lord Xue Tong."

Judge stepped forward and said, "Congratulations on completing the transformation of the blood factor."

It wasn’t a pure compliment, but a genuine recognition of Joel.

Joel nodded noncommittally, "How far has the construction of the castle reached?"

Judge said: "Yesterday, all construction was completed."