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

"Alright! Then I'll leave it to you!"

After Roy finished speaking, he took out a few more Devil Fruits from his storage bag and placed them on the experimental table.

"Is this enough?"

Gracia's eyes lit up, and he picked up a few fruits to examine them carefully.

"That's enough! With this sample size, I can complete all the cross-tests!"

"Then it's up to you."

Roy waved to Subject Seven.

"I'll take this guy with me first, let him stretch his muscles."

"Have your assistants start gathering information about him."

When Roy led Subject Seven out of the laboratory, the orange cat was still in its beast form.

A two-meter-tall orange cat followed Roy, its four legs planted firmly on the corridor floor, its paw pads landing silently, its tail swaying slowly behind it.

Roy didn't go straight back to his office, but instead went to the back of Beehive Island.

That was his exclusive training ground. The entire area had been modified by Baal, and no one except the core members could enter.

Barrett was crouching on a huge rock, doing one-handed push-ups, supporting his body with one finger as he moved up and down.

His bulging muscles twitched slightly beneath his skin.

Barrett paused for a moment when he saw Roy walking over with an orange cat, then jumped down from the rock.

"Roy, when did you get a cat?"

"This is not a cat."

Roy walked to the center of the training field and stood still, then used his telekinesis to give commands to the test subject.

"Transformation."

The test subject let out a low growl, and its orange cat form was suddenly unleashed.

Its two-meter-tall body began to swell, its muscles bulging and rolling under its fur, and its bones making a cracking sound.

In just a few seconds, he transformed into a giant orange cat nearly four meters tall, with sharp claws extended and vertical pupils contracted.

"The Cat-Cat Fruit?"

Barrett raised an eyebrow.

"Where did you get this—?"

Before he could finish speaking, the test subject's fur began to change color.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—seven colors rapidly rotated on his body, finally settling on an extremely eye-catching bright orange.

"Colored Fruits"

Hawkeye's voice came from the other side of the training field. He was leaning against a tree, with Black Blade Night leaning against him, a rare hint of surprise flashing in his golden eyes.

"Possessing two abilities simultaneously?"

"That's not all."

Roy's lips curled up slightly.

"The third type is the Slippery Fruit."

The surface of the experimental subject's fur had a waxy sheen.

Sunlight shone on him, reflecting off his smooth skin in several arc-shaped streaks.

The resistance on its body seemed to disappear, and the orange cat glided freely in the arena.

Everyone on the training field stared at this scene in complete silence.

Barrett jumped off the rock, walked up to the test subject, circled him twice, looking him over from head to toe and then from toe to head.

"Ma De, a user of three Devil Fruits?"

"right."

Roy nodded.

"Dr. Gracia's experiment can be said to have been a success."

"We can already replicate that Blackbeard guy's special physique."

The news came so suddenly that even the usually composed Hawkeye was silent for several seconds.

Barrett jumped up, his tiger stripes throbbing violently under his skin, and he was so excited that he almost transformed on the spot.

"When will you arrange my transplant?"

Lao Tzu had already chosen the second fruit!

Barrett was so excited that he almost spat on Roy's face.

"Yes! The ship... Captain! And this god!"

Enel fell from mid-air, his golden staff nearly poking Roy's nose.

"I want the strongest Paramecia-type Devil Fruit!"

"When the time comes, with Yunyun, lightning, and Paramecia combined, I will be a true god!"

After receiving the news, the others also arrived at the training ground one after another.

Savi, Charon, Pea, Crocodile, Moria, Hancock, Jinbe, Cyrus, Lucci—

Upon hearing the news, the core members of Beehive Island all put down what they were doing and rushed over to see the three-fruit orange cat.

The test subject squatted in the center of the training field, surrounded by a group of people watching. Its tail swept back and forth on the ground, and its face remained expressionless.

"Don't rush."

Roy raised his hand and pressed it down.

"The doctor said that a transplant cannot be performed immediately."

Barrett's face fell instantly, his excitement turning into displeasure.

"Why? Didn't they all succeed?"

One person's success does not mean that everyone can succeed.

Roy relayed the doctor's words verbatim.

"There may be hidden defects in the gene sequence, and there may be conflicts between Devil Fruits of the same lineage."

The stamina consumption increases exponentially when using multiple fruits simultaneously.

These all require further experimental data to verify.

The doctor requested at least three months of observation, followed by several comparative experiments, before proceeding with the transplant surgery for core members.

"Furthermore, a dedicated clone will be cultivated later for heart transplantation."

All of this is very dangerous!

Although Barrett is short-tempered, he is not an unreasonable person.

After listening, he sullenly groaned and squatted down on the rock, arms crossed.

Enel put away his golden cudgel, muttering, "Another three months to wait."

"Only three months."

Crocodile leaned against the wall, a cigar dangling from his lips.

"When you've lived for decades, three months will be just a blink of an eye."

"Easy for you to say," Barrett retorted irritably.

Roy ignored their bickering and instead scanned everyone present with his gaze.

"The doctor needs time, but we can't just wait around."

Now there's something even more important—each of you needs to figure out which Devil Fruit abilities you plan to combine.

The training ground fell silent.

"Once the transplant surgery begins, each person only has one chance."

Roy's tone turned serious.

"It's not about eating as much as possible, but about cooperating as well as possible."

A good combination of abilities can double your combat power; a bad combination is a waste.

Everyone has their own fighting style; what works for someone else may not work for you.

"Three months."

Roy held up three fingers.

"Think about it yourselves, or you can discuss it with each other."

Three months from now, I want to see everyone's fruit pairing plans.

Barrett sat on the rock, his anger gone, replaced by an unusual seriousness.

He began to consider in his mind—which fruits would best complement his White Tiger form?

Can you withstand the increased physical exertion?

If having multiple Devil Fruits can compensate for his lack of mobility, then what kind of ability should he choose?

The others also fell into their own thoughts.

The training ground fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of the sea breeze rustling through the treetops and the shouts of the new recruits during their drills coming from the distant training ground.

The three-fruited orange cat was still squatting in the center of the training field, the sunlight shining on its smooth fur, reflecting a faint arc of light.

The others were also racking their brains to find the perfect pairings for their fruits.