Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

New world, Wano Country.

Onigashima.

"What did you say? You want to try to rotate the magnetic field again!?"

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

He looked at Darren with a madman's eyes, dumbfounded.

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

Darren sat casually on a sofa, biting a lit cigar in his mouth, smiling.

Quinn's face immediately flushed, and he said fiercely:

"I'm not afraid of that!"

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

"I mean, are you going to die?"

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

Darren smiled, raised his hand and patted Quinn's shoulder, saying:

"Don't worry, I don't think I'll die so early... At least I won't die before I kill the Five Elders."

"I will try to control the speed and frequency of the magnetic field rotation and keep it at a minimum operating level."

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

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

He stroked his fleshy chin, frowned and thought:

"In this way, even if the body's cells die, it should be at a controllable level, and even if the life span is reduced, it is estimated that it will not be too much."

"It's not impossible... But I don't understand why you do this?"

He lifted his overalls and looked at Darren with a puzzled look.

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

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

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

"Even if you praise me like this, I will not be very happy!"

Quinn puffed out his big 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 weak race, the basic principle of all creatures to become stronger... lies in two words!"

He raised his mechanical arm and extended two metal claws.

"-Adapt!"

"Adapt..."

The words of the fat man in overalls made Dorag, who was not impressed at first, stunned for a moment, and gradually became serious and fell into thinking.

"That's right, it's adaptation!"

When it came to his professional field, the fat man in overalls exuded a confident light in his eyes, held his head high and puffed out his belly, and completely lost his previous funny and unreliable appearance.

"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 organisms!"

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

"In order to adapt to the cold climate, animals have evolved cold-resistant fur;"

"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 "Flame Disaster" Jin suddenly emerged in Dorag's mind.

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

The physical fitness of the Lunaria tribe is far superior to 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?"

Dorag suddenly asked.

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

Darren was speechless, holding his forehead with his hand.

Dorag's face froze. In fact, as soon as he spoke, he realized how stupid his question was.

The result of not being able to adapt... is naturally being eliminated.

Individuals who cannot adapt will die.

Races who cannot adapt will become extinct.

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

"In theory, as long as they can constantly adapt to changes in the outside world, the organism itself can continue to become stronger, even beyond the genetic limit of the organism itself..."

Quinn talked freely, but suddenly realized something and stopped talking.

He was stunned there, his eyes kept widening, but his pupils quickly shrank.

"Wait... you are not..."

He suddenly turned his head and lookedTo Darren, his face was full of disbelief.

Darren smiled and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Yes."

"I was thinking, if I can keep the frequency of magnetic field rotation at a low level, by constantly adapting to this pressure beyond the limit, can I continue to become stronger, and maybe even one day..."

Quinn continued Darren's words with a dull look:

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

Darren smiled and nodded, then shook his head.

"Maybe. Of course, this is just a small guess of mine. As for whether it can be realized in the end, it depends on the specific situation."

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

"--You don't have to say it!"

The fat man in overalls suddenly interrupted Darren, staring at him with a solemn expression, and said seriously:

"I will do it!"

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

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

Quinn sneered with his hands on his hips, and said with disdain:

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

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

Drag said faintly:

"Vegapunk, Caesar, Vinsmoke Judge..."

Quinn's face froze, and he looked at him sarcastically, sneering:

"Why don't you leave?"

"Ghost Island doesn't welcome people like you who eat and wait to die."

Drag stood up angrily, gritting his teeth and said:

"What are you talking about, fat man!? When did I eat and wait to die!?"

Quinn retorted:

"Isn't it? Or did you contribute to the process of killing the leader of the Knights of God?"

Drag's face suddenly flushed red.

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

"Hey, hey, Darren, you don't really want this guy to do experiments on you, do you? He's an enemy! Maybe he'll take this opportunity to attack you--"

Boom!

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

Endless anger and murderous intent rose up, abruptly interrupting Dragon's words.

Dragon's pupils shrank.

He looked at Quinn, whose body was constantly expanding into the form of a brachiosaurus and whose eyes were glowing with ferocious red light, and his heart was shaken.

It was obviously not the domineering domineering, but at this moment, the momentum of this fat man moved Dragon.

That was the momentum of extreme determination, ready to fight for life at any time!

"Hey, you tattooed man."

Quinn's voice was hoarse and low, and his 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 the enemy..."

"But!"

He said expressionlessly:

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

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