One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

Roy walked back to the conference table, placed his hands on the surface, and stared intently at it.

"Next, Beehive Island will enter a state of full combat readiness."

All fortifications were upgraded, all personnel were on duty in shifts, and all supplies were inventoried and stockpiled.

"Master Tom's maritime train network must be built at an accelerated pace; it is our strategic lifeline."

"At the same time, Dr. Gracia's bloodline transplantation project is prioritized for selected elite soldiers to enhance overall combat effectiveness."

Roy looked at Barrett,

"Barrett, at the training camp, increase the intensity."

I want to see every soldier capable of standing alone on the battlefield.

"Leave it to me!" Barrett patted his chest, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"Hawkeye, you are in full charge of the defense system. Ensure there are no blind spots."

Hawkeye nodded slightly.

"Tezzolo, you're in charge of resource allocation and the commercial network. You need to ensure economic stability during the war and monitor all foreign merchants."

"Understood, boss." Tesoro, unusually serious, put away his playful grin and replied solemnly.

"Crocodile, the intelligence network is operating at full capacity. I need to know G-1's movements every day and the location of every infiltrator."

"Don't worry, Captain."

Lockdal, a cigar dangling from his lips, had a cold glint in his eyes.

"My eyes are already on them."

"Xiong, you are in charge of security in the residential area, the academic area, and the laboratory. Ensure absolute stability in the rear."

The bear nodded gently. "I will protect everyone."

"The rest of you, each with your own duties, are ready to be called upon at any time."

Roy finally scanned the entire arena.

"A storm is coming, but Beehive Island is not a place they can come to whenever they want."

"Meeting adjourned!"

Everyone left the meeting room one after another, and each threw themselves into their intense preparations.

Roy stood alone by the window, gazing at the sky in the distance, which was gradually darkening.

Dark clouds are gathering on the sea, foreshadowing an impending storm.

But in his eyes, there was only expectation.

come on.

Let me see what other tricks you have up your sleeve.

Beehive Island is ready.

..........

At this moment, the same somber atmosphere was spreading in the G-1 branch.

Inside the command post, Garp sat casually in a chair, holding a bag of senbei (rice crackers).

They chewed with a loud crunch, seemingly unconcerned about the impending battle.

"Mr. Garp, can't you be serious for once?" Akainu stood to the side, his face ashen.

"What's so serious?"

Garp rolled his eyes.

"The Warring States period only sent us here to hold the line; they didn't say they were really going to fight. Why are we so nervous?"

"But we must be fully prepared."

Akainu said in a deep voice,

"The Roy Pirates' strength has far exceeded our expectations. Once the war begins, we must strike with overwhelming force and destroy them completely."

"A thunderous strike?"

Garp chewed on a senbei cracker, glancing sideways at Akainu.

"Sakazuki, do you think Beehive Island is a bunch of pushovers?"

That place is now impregnable under Roy's control, with eleven fortresses surrounding it.

"A double defense system, plus monsters like Barrett and Hawkeye guarding it."

"A direct assault? Even if you win, the losses will be too great for you to bear."

Akainu frowned. "So what do you mean?"

"What do I mean?"

Garp stood up, patted the biscuit crumbs off his hands,

"What I mean is—follow the plan of the Warring States period."

Garp walked to the window and gazed at the distant horizon.

"Apply pressure directly, so that CP0 can infiltrate, sabotage, and steal that so-called 'bloodline technology'."

"If we succeed, it's not too late to take action later."

"What if we fail?" Akainu pressed.

Garp paused for a moment, then grinned.

"Then let's wait and see."

"Just wait and see, those old guys will get restless."

Akainu didn't say anything more.

He knew Karp was right.

But for some reason, he had a bad feeling about it.

This opponent seems to be more formidable than any of the previous ones.

Meanwhile, in the deeper waters of the New World, a strangely shaped ship is quietly sailing.

The ship was pitch black, without flags or markings, like a silent ghost.

On the deck, several figures dressed in black cloaks and wearing masks stood silently.

The leader, whose mask bore a golden cross emblem—the CP0 Chief.

He held in his hand an encrypted instruction, handwritten by one of the Five Elders.

"Infiltrate Beehive Island and seize the core technology of 'bloodline transplantation'."

"If necessary, 'that' can be used."

"At all costs."

The CP0 chief put away the commands and looked at the faint outline of Hive Island on the distant sea, his eyes behind the mask as cold as iron.

"Set off."

The ghostly ship vanished silently into the night.

A storm that will sweep across the new world is brewing silently.

...........

Beehive Island has entered an unprecedented state of heightened preparedness.

The entire island is like a sophisticated war machine, with every gear spinning at high speed.

With substantial financial support, Master Tom's offshore train project entered its most crucial acceleration phase.

On the construction site east of the port area, the clanging and hammering sounds never cease, day and night.

The hissing of steam, the clanging of metal, and the shouts of the workers intertwined to create a magnificent symphony of construction.

"Faster! Faster!"

Master Tom's massive figure moved swiftly across the construction site, waving design blueprints in his hand, his voice booming like a bell.

"The test section from the main island to the trial island must be open to traffic within a week! Materials! We can't run out of materials!"

Iceberg calmly directed the construction work from the sidelines, while Grandma Kokoro led the logistics team to ensure that every worker had sufficient physical strength and material supplies.

The billions of Berries seized from the Celestial Dragons' treasury are now being poured into this massive project like water.

Alloy rails, reinforced foundation piles, steam locomotives... all materials are selected to the highest specifications, regardless of cost.

Roy stood atop a newly built watchtower not far away, overlooking the bustling scene.

Stella stood beside him and pulled up the latest project progress report.

"The sea train has been connected to the inner island and is expected to start trial operation in seven days. If successful, the network will be fully rolled out subsequently."

"The eleven outer fortresses will all be connected by a sea-based train."

Troop movement time will be reduced from several hours to less than twenty minutes.

Roy nodded in satisfaction.

Once this steel artery is completed, the defense system of Beehive Island will be truly integrated, and it will no longer be an isolated island.

"Tell Master Tom that funding is not a problem, but quality and speed must be guaranteed."

"clear."

Meanwhile, in Dr. Gracia's laboratory deep within Trial Island, another far-reaching project is underway.

Inside the huge culture room, rows of brand-new culture chambers are neatly arranged.

Suspended in the pale green nutrient solution are numerous "embryos" with their eyes tightly closed.

Those were candidates selected from the elite soldiers of the Roy Pirates, undergoing the final stages of bloodline transplantation.

Dr. Gracia stood in front of the control panel, the fluctuating data stream reflected on his glasses.

His face bore the unique fervor and focus of a scientific researcher.

Gracia only noticed Roy when Roy walked into the lab and came up behind the doctor.

"Captain Roy, the fusion embryos for this batch of three hundred elite soldiers have been successfully cultivated."

The transplant surgery can be performed in three days.

"The postoperative adaptation period is expected to be two weeks, after which they will gain physical strength, recovery ability, and defense far exceeding that of ordinary people."

"While it's far from the perfect integration you and the core cadres achieved, it's a qualitative leap for ordinary soldiers."

Roy looked at the dormant embryos in the incubation chambers, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Three hundred elite soldiers enhanced by their bloodline are as powerful as an ordinary army of several thousand.

This will be the sharpest sword in his hand, and the strongest shield for Beehive Island.

"We need to continue expanding the scale; many more soldiers will require transplants."

Roy instructed,

"Funding and resources are not a problem; I want to see a true 'super army'."

"clear!"