Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

The new world, the country of Wano.

Ghost Island.

"What did you say? Are you going to try magnetic field rotation again!?"

In the makeshift laboratory, Quinn's eyes popped out of his sockets and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

He looked at Darren as if he were a mad man, dumbfounded.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm not going to beat you up."

Darren sat casually on a sofa, biting a lit cigar and smiling.

Quinn immediately blushed and said fiercely:

"I'm not afraid of that!"

He paused, his fat face seemed to flash with hesitation, and finally gritted his teeth and said:

"I mean, you don't want to die?"

Hearing this question, Dorag, who was sitting next to him smoking, couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Darren smiled, raised his hand and patted Quinn on the shoulder, saying:

"Don't worry, I didn't expect to die so early...at least I won't die until I kill the Five Old Stars."

"I would try to control the speed and frequency of the magnetic field rotation to only maintain a minimum operating level."

Quinn curled his lips, but his attention was attracted by Darren's last words.

"If you can control the speed and frequency of the magnetic field rotation and maintain it at a lower level..."

He rubbed his fleshy chin, frowned and thought:

"In this way, even if there is apoptosis of body cells, it should be at a controllable level. Even if the life span is reduced, it is not expected to be too much."

"It's not impossible...it's just that I don't understand why you would do this?"

He lifted up his overalls and looked at Darren with confusion on his face.

Even if you go crazy, there must be a reason.

Darren did not answer directly, but asked a question with great interest:

"From your professional perspective as a talented scientist who is proficient in human body modification and biological research, what is the first condition for an organism to become stronger?"

"Even if you praise me like this, I won't be very happy!"

Quinn puffed up her round belly and said proudly:

"But since you ask sincerely, I will tell you mercifully."

"There are all kinds of different creatures and races in this sea, but according to my past research, whether it is a strong or a weak race, the basic principle for all creatures to become stronger... lies in two words!"

He raised his robotic arm and stretched out two metal claws.

"--adapt!"

"adapt……"

The words of the fat man in overalls made Dorag next to him stunned for a moment, but he gradually became serious and fell into thinking.

"That's right, just adapt!"

When it comes to his professional field, this fat man in overalls exudes confidence, holds his head high, and loses all the fun and unreliability of the past.

"Under the stimulation of the external environment, constantly adapt to the stimulation and changes of the outside world, and finally become stronger!"

"This is the basic principle of the evolution of living organisms!"

“In order to adapt to the terrestrial environment, marine organisms have evolved respiratory organs such as lungs;”

“Animals have evolved cold-resistant fur to adapt to harsh climates;”

"In order to adapt to the harsh living environment, some races have even evolved extraordinary physiques and even wings for flying!"

When he heard the last sentence, the figure of "Fire Disaster" Jin suddenly appeared in Dolag's mind.

Pale hair, black wings, the mysterious flames produced on the body... This is the "god race" that once lived on the Red Earth Continent and is now almost extinct - the Lunaria tribe!

The Lunaria's physical fitness far exceeds that of normal humans. It is said that they can survive in various environmental conditions in nature. They are an absolutely unique race.

"But what about those who can't adapt?"

Dolag suddenly asked.

Quinn immediately looked at him with a "you have no brains and I don't want to talk to you" look.

Darren was also speechless and put his hand on his forehead.

Dorag's face froze. In fact, as soon as the truth came out, he also realized how stupid his question was.

The result of being unable to adapt...is naturally to be eliminated.

If the individual cannot adapt, it dies.

If the race cannot adapt, it will become extinct.

The laws of nature are often so cruel, yet simple and clear enough.

"Theoretically speaking, as long as it can continuously adapt to changes in the outside world, the organism itself can continue to become more powerful, and even exceed the genetic upper limit of the organism itself..."

Quinn was talking eloquently, but suddenly realized something and his words stopped abruptly.

He froze there, his eyes widening and his pupils shrinking rapidly.

"Wait...couldn't you be..."

He suddenly turned to look at Darren, his face full of disbelief.

Darren laughed and blew out a stream of smoke.

"Yes."

"I wonder if I can keep the frequency of the magnetic field rotation at a low level and continue to adapt to this pressure that exceeds the limit. Can I continue to become stronger, and maybe one day..."

Quinn answered Darren's words with a dull expression:

"...You don't need to turn on the magnetic field rotation, you can still get that kind of terrifying power under normal conditions!"

Darren smiled and nodded, then shook his head.

"Maybe. Of course, this is just a small guess on my part. Whether it can be realized in the end depends on the specific situation."

"So I need a scientist who is proficient in biological research to help me. This candidate must not be a low-level researcher, but must be an excellent or even top-notch scientist in the world..."

"——You don't need to say anything!"

The fat man in overalls suddenly interrupted Darren, stared at the latter with an extremely solemn expression, and said seriously:

"I will take action!"

"..." Dorag looked at Quinn who was swearing, and the corners of his mouth twitched. His head was full of black lines, and he didn't know where to start complaining.

"But don't think that I want to help you or anything..."

Quinn put her hands on her hips and sneered, saying with disdain:

"I just don't want such a great experiment to fail because of third-rate scientific researchers!"

"Besides, except for me, there is no other scientist in this sea who can meet your conditions!"

Dorag said quietly:

"Vegapunk, Caesar, Vinsmoke Gage..."

Quinn's expression froze, she looked at him sarcastically, and sneered:

"By the way, why aren't you leaving yet?"

"Guys like you who are just waiting to die are not welcome on Ghost Island."

Dorag stood up angrily, gritted his teeth and said:

"What did you say, fat man!? When did I just eat and wait to die!?"

Quinn retorted:

"Isn't it? Or did you have any help in killing the leader of the Knights of God?"

Dorag's face suddenly turned red.

He suddenly turned to look at Darren, gritted his teeth and said:

"Hey, hey, Darren, do you really want this guy to do experiments on you? He is an enemy! Maybe he will take this opportunity to do something to you -"

boom!

A majestic momentum suddenly burst out from Quinn's body.

Infinite anger and murderous intent rose up, abruptly interrupting Dorag's words.

Dorag's pupils shrank.

He was shocked as he looked at Quinn, whose body was expanding into the form of a brachiosaurus, with his eyes glowing ferocious red.

It was obvious that he was not domineering, but the aura of this fat man at this moment made Dolag moved.

It was an aura of determination to the extreme, ready to risk one's life at any time!

"Hey, you tattooed man."

Quinn's voice was hoarse and low, and her eyes were red.

"You can say that I am insidious, cunning, and even use despicable means such as high-tech weapons and viruses to kill enemies..."

"but!"

He said expressionlessly:

"You can't question my... consciousness as a scientist!"

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