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

Roy looked at the rubble, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This was too easy for him.

He raised his hand, and his telekinetic power activated instantly.

Those huge rocks floated up one by one, as if an invisible hand was supporting them.

Mischia's eyes widened, her jaw almost dropping to the floor.

"What...what kind of ability is this?!"

Olga was also so astonished that she opened her mouth wide and stared blankly at the floating stones.

Roy ignored them and focused on controlling his telekinesis.

One by one, the huge rocks were moved aside and piled up. Gradually, the metal door was fully revealed.

The door was old, covered in rust, but you could still tell what it looked like back then—thick metal, sophisticated locks, and some instruments that you couldn't understand.

Roy walked to the door and placed his hand on it.

The telekinetic power was activated again.

Click—!

The lock clicked, and then the heavy metal door slowly opened.

A golden light suddenly burst out from the crack in the door, illuminating the entire cave!

The light was warm and dazzling, almost blinding people.

Roy squinted and waited until the light dimmed slightly before pushing open the door and going inside.

The laboratory is not large, only a few hundred square meters.

But it was filled with all sorts of instruments—huge test tubes, complex robotic arms, precision measuring equipment, and some things that were completely unrecognizable.

On the experimental table in the very center of the laboratory, a fist-sized piece of golden metal lay quietly.

It radiates a dazzling light.

Pure gold.

Roy's heart raced as he slowly walked over.

He reached out, his mental energy enveloping the metal, and gently lifted it up.

It feels very light and warm to the touch, like holding a ball of light.

Roy examined it closely, turning it over and over in his mind.

Is this the pure gold that drives countless people crazy?

Mischia walked over, stood beside him, and looked at the metal with a complicated expression.

"This is pure gold," he murmured. "It took me three years to create it."

Roy turned to look at him: "This thing, can it really grant immortality?"

"eternal life?"

Mischia was taken aback, then waved her hands repeatedly.

"No, no, no, you've misunderstood."

Roy raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

Mischia explained:

Pure gold cannot grant immortality.

It simply emits a special light wave that slows down the metabolism of living organisms, thereby prolonging life.

"To give an example, a normal person's metabolic rate is 1, but if you carry pure gold, your metabolic rate may become 0.1, or even 0.01."

"Therefore, your body will age ten times or a hundred times slower than normal."

Roy nodded thoughtfully.

This was pretty much what he had guessed.

After all, no matter how amazing the world of One Piece is, it's impossible to achieve immortality with just a piece of metal.

That's ridiculous.

"How long can he live?" Roy asked.

Mischia stroked her chin:

"In theory, they can live for hundreds or even thousands of years."

However, the prerequisite is that you must always wear pure gold and not keep it too far away.

"Once you leave the radiation range of pure gold, your body will return to normal metabolism."

"Moreover..." He paused, looking at Roy, "I speculate that the radiation from pure gold might stop the wearer's physical growth the moment they put it on."

Roy nodded and put the pure gold into his storage bag.

Will it affect the improvement of strength? That's not a problem at all. Our members are all very young. They can wear pure gold when their strength stops growing in the future.

Moreover, compared to strength, being able to live for hundreds or thousands of years is enough.

enough.

................

Mischia stared wide-eyed as the pure gold disappeared into the pouch at Roy's waist.

"What...what kind of ability is this?!"

Roy patted the storage bag: "Items made from Devil Fruits can be used to store things."

Mischia leaned closer, curiously examining the unassuming little bag.

"Can it store things? How much can it store? How does it store things? What's the working principle?"

He bombarded her with a barrage of questions, his eyes gleaming with fervent enthusiasm.

Roy stared at him speechlessly.

No wonder he's a scientist; he wants to study everything he sees.

Olga also came closer, staring at the storage bag with wide, curious eyes: "Wow! How much can it hold?"

Roy ignored them and looked around the laboratory.

Various instruments, equipment, and documents were piled up to the brim.

These things are all treasures.

Miskia was a top scientist two hundred years ago, and his research findings and experimental data are absolutely invaluable to the research base on Beehive Island.

"Miskia," Roy began, "are these experimental devices still usable?"

Mischia scratched her head: "Ah... well... I don't know either. After all, it's been two hundred years, a lot of things are probably broken."

Roy nodded: "It's alright. Take it with you. We can fix anything that's broken."

He raised his hand, and activated his telekinesis again.

The enormous instruments floated up one by one and flew towards the storage bag.

The moment it touched the bag opening, the instrument shrank instantly and was sucked inside.

Mischia and Olga were dumbfounded.

"This...this...this..."

Mischia pointed to the storage bag, her words becoming increasingly incoherent.

"Spatial compression? Dimensional folding? How is that possible?!"

Roy ignored him and continued packing up the equipment.

Ten minutes later, the entire laboratory was emptied.

Except for those things fixed to the wall, everything that could be taken away was taken away.

Roy patted the storage bag with satisfaction and turned to look at Mischia and her father.

"Let's go. I'll take you away."

Mischia was taken aback: "Leave? Where to?"

"Outside."

"Go to my territory."

Mischia remained silent.

He looked down at Olga, then up at Roy, his expression complex.

Why are you helping us?

Roy looked at him and said earnestly, "Because you're a scientist. I need someone like you."

"In exchange, I will provide you with shelter and a stable living environment."

"Outside, you can eat whenever you want and sleep whenever you want. You don't have to compete with dinosaurs for food, and you don't have to worry about being digested by stomach acid one day."

Mischia hesitated.

Olga took his hand and whispered, "Dad...I want to go out..."

Mischia looked at her and her heart softened.

Yes, my daughter is still young—at least she looks young. She can't be stuck here forever.

"Okay." He nodded. "We'll go with you."

Roy smiled with satisfaction.

The three left the laboratory and returned along the same route.

The lizard followed behind, its two legs moving swiftly over the gastric juices.

Soon, they passed through the stomach, entered the esophagus, and reached the lanternfish's mouth.

Standing inside the enormous mouth, you can see the seawater outside through the gaps between the jagged teeth.

In the pitch-black deep sea, occasionally luminous creatures swim by.

Olga curiously reached out, wanting to touch the invisible membrane covering Roy's body.

"What is this?" she asked. "Is this also your ability? To be able to walk freely in the sea?"

Roy nodded: "A telekinetic field. Used to isolate seawater."

"How amazing!"

"It's just a Devil Fruit, nothing special."