One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

Perhaps this is the effect of the so-called butterfly effect.

The fate of many people in this world has been changed directly or indirectly by themselves.

For example, Shiryu, Ivankov, and Baskojot from Impel Down.

For example, Rayleigh, Sabo, Crocodile.

Rorschach could foresee that this would inevitably lead to many unpredictable and unknown changes in the future.

Today, due to a large-scale gas leak, the entire island of Punk Hazard is filled with highly toxic gases that can easily kill people.

Therefore, it became a forbidden zone for life and was abandoned by the World Government long ago, which moved its original research base to Egg Point Island.

But what no one knew was that after the evil scientist Caesar Clown escaped from the World Government's prison ship, he secretly returned to Punk Hazard Island and, with Doflamingo's funding, resumed his many evil research experiments.

This includes experiments on human giantification conducted in collaboration with the Big Mom Pirates, and experiments on artificial Devil Fruits conducted in collaboration with the Beasts Pirates.

If this clandestine operation hadn't been exposed to the Navy by Violet during the Mock Town incident last year, the Navy Headquarters would probably still be in the dark.

At this very moment, in the heart of this island surrounded by barbed wire and high walls, a live-streamed experiment is underway, facing numerous pirate crews and dark forces from the New World.

"Shulololo, shulolololo, please open your eyes wide and witness the latest research results of the world's greatest scientist, Caesar Courant."

Inside the heavy steel base, in a spacious laboratory hall, a tall, thin man with two horns on his head, purple eyeshadow, and a body that constantly floats in white smoke-like gas, grinned, emitting a sharp, eerie laugh, and spread his arms to show his experimental process to the people on the large screens arranged on the wall in front of him.

In the hall, besides Caesar himself, there were some soldiers wearing bulky hazmat suits and carrying weapons, as well as a beautiful woman with green wavy hair wearing glasses.

On a dozen large screens, the leaders of various factions in the New World were watching Caesar's experiment with great interest through the video Den Den Mushi (snail phone).

If Rorschach were here, he would be surprised to find that among these viewers of the live stream was Charlotte Linlin, whose gaze was fanatical and whose fat face exuded an even stronger sense of madness than before.

There was Doflamingo, wearing a pink cloak, sitting on the king's throne with his legs crossed.

There was the Flame Calamity, Jin, whose entire body was shrouded in black leather armor.

"Hehe, Caesar, stop nagging and get started. Don't keep our distinguished guests waiting."

Doflamingo grinned widely, holding a glass of blood-red wine, and gave orders to Caesar.

"Alright, alright, Monet, have someone bring the experimental subjects up."

Even without Doflamingo's reminder, Caesar wouldn't dare offend a monster like Charlotte Linlin because of his arrogance.

So he simply abandoned the long list of self-praise he had prepared and signaled to his secretary, Monet, to begin the experiment.

Soon, Monet left the experimental hall, and a moment later, she came in from outside, holding the hand of a three- or four-year-old boy.

The little boy held a lollipop in his hand and looked at the inhuman-looking Caesar with some fear.

But comforted by Monet, who was as gentle and beautiful as a girl next door, he obediently walked over and cooperated by being carried onto the experimental table by Monet.

Monet smiled gently, patted the little boy's head, unwrapped the lollipop for him, and put it in his mouth. She whispered, "Adams, be good. Dr. Cesare will help you cure your strange illness. Once you're better, I'll personally take you home."

The little boy named Adams nodded timidly and mumbled, "I miss Sister Mia."

"If you cooperate well with your treatment, you'll be able to go home and see your sister Mia soon."

Monet leaned down and gently kissed Adams on the forehead, then stood up and looked at Caesar. "Alright, we can get started now."

"Shulololo, is it really necessary to go to so much trouble? My hypnotic gas can easily put this little brat to sleep."

Seeing Monet's gentle words of comfort, Caesar was somewhat unconvinced.

“Don’t say that. Sometimes, a person’s mood can affect the results of an experiment. Volunteer test subjects might increase the chances of success.” Monet smiled and stepped aside.

"My experiments are always 100% successful."

Caesar arrogantly raised his chin, brandished the thick syringe in his hand, floated to Adams' side, and gave what he thought was a very kind smile to the lying little boy.

"Adams, be good, Dr. Caesar is going to give you an injection to cure your illness."

As he spoke, ignoring the fear in Adams' eyes, he grabbed the little boy's arm and precisely inserted the large syringe he was holding into Adams' wrist.

Adams cried out in pain, his two dark eyes filled with terror and agony. He immediately burst into tears, and even the lollipop in his mouth fell to the ground and shattered.

Bright red blood seeped from the injection site, dripping down in a steady stream.

Ignoring everything else, Caesar, his eyes filled with fanaticism and excitement, slowly injected the medicine from the syringe into Adams's veins.

When all the medicine in the large syringe had been injected, Caesar finally released Adams's wrist, letting his small body fall onto the spacious laboratory table.

"Sister Mia, Mom and Dad, Sister Monet, I feel so bad, my hands hurt so much..." Adams curled up, tears streaming down his face.

He looked in Monet's direction with pleading eyes, hoping to get Monet's help.

But the beautiful and gentle Monet remained seated gracefully on the swivel stool, her long, slender legs crossed, one hand supporting her cheek, smiling as she looked on, showing no intention of comforting him.

As the medicine injected by Caesar took effect, it gradually worked within Adams' body.

The originally small and thin little boy is now undergoing a tremendous and astonishing transformation.

On his smooth skin, fine blood vessels began to swell rapidly, appearing on Adams' body like plant roots.

His tiny heart was growing bigger and bigger, bulging clearly on his chest, pounding like a drum.

The sound of blood surging clearly echoed in the experimental hall and reached the ears of those watching the live broadcast.

The changes that occurred to the little boy, accompanied by his painful screams, lasted only a dozen minutes. His original height of less than one meter increased visibly, rapidly growing to one and a half meters.

The muscles, skin, bones, blood vessels, and all parts of the body are growing and expanding in tandem, as if multiplying.

As Adams's size increased, his strength also increased rapidly.

His struggles grew louder and louder.

The sturdy lab bench shook violently from his movements.

"Retie him up with straps so he doesn't move around."

"Cesar shouted."

Immediately, a group of soldiers in hazmat suits rushed forward and began binding Adams’s swollen body with elastic straps around the experimental table.

"Ouch, it hurts so much! I feel so bad, Sister Mia, Sister Monet, please help me!"

Adams' eyes trembled, bloodshot, and his arm, which had swollen even more, was swung haphazardly at a soldier next to the lab table like a child throwing a tantrum.

The next moment, a dull thud was heard, and the tall, fully armed soldier let out a scream as his head, covered by a gas mask, cracked with a crisp sound.

Then everyone saw him fly into the air, his neck twisted, his body flying backward more than ten meters away, crashing heavily into the steel wall of the laboratory, clearly not going to live.

"Look! What an amazing change, what a powerful effect! This is the result of my meticulous research on human giantification experiments! With just one injection, a person's bloodline factors can undergo a tremendous change, approaching the bloodline factors of giants, and even surpassing giants! It's not just a change in body size; strength will also increase in tandem with the change in body size!"

As Adams continued to wail and grow larger, Caesar's triumphant laughter echoed uncontrollably throughout the hall.

"Mommy, Mommy! Is my dream finally going to come true? Will my Tottoland finally have a race of giants? Sister Carmel, can you see it? Our shared dream of peaceful coexistence among all races is about to be realized!"

Charlotte Lingling's bloodshot eyes widened, almost filling the entire screen.

Even from an unknown distance, Caesar could feel an inhuman pressure emanating from the other side.

This is the distinguished guest that even his employer, Doflamingo, dared not offend: the Yonko Big Mom, Charlotte Linlin!

He is also the biggest investor who has provided him with large sums of money and experimental materials for human enlargement experiments over the years.

Especially in the last three months, the other party seems to have become increasingly eager to obtain the results of this experiment.

The other New World giants, looking at Adams who had swelled to five meters tall and was no different from a giant child, all had a look of shock and greed in their eyes, just like Charlotte Linlin.

Mass-produced giants' subordinates!

This is an achievement that would drive anyone crazy.

If they can obtain enough giantification potions, they can acquire a large number of giant warriors.

Elbaf, the village of giants, is known as the strongest village in the world because all of its inhabitants are giants.

Even the elderly, weak, women, and children in the village of Elbaf possess a strength that is beyond the reach of humans.

Adult giant warriors are even more capable of easily defeating a thousand-strong human army.

Imagine if they could have a large number of giant warriors under their command, then the territory of the new world would be redistributed, and they would reap endless benefits.

Without the slightest hesitation, one after another, underworld tycoons loudly inquired about the price of the potion and how to purchase it.

Doflamingo beamed as he listened to the broadcast.

"Please don't be impatient, everyone. Our Don Quixote family loves doing business with you all. Our integrity is evident to all. We will definitely contact you as soon as this giantification potion is mass-produced to discuss purchasing matters."

"Mommy, Mommy! The first batch of Gigantification Potions is all going to be sent to Totto Land, did you hear me? Joker!" Charlotte Linlin shouted excitedly, her mouth drooling.

"Of course, Lady Big Mom. After all, the ability to achieve results so quickly is all thanks to the massive funding provided by the Big Mom Pirates."

The hall was bustling with excitement as Caesar had champagne brought in to celebrate the successful launch of yet another of his groundbreaking achievements.

"Shoo-lo-lo, as expected, I, Caesar, am the strongest scientist in MADS. That damned old man Vegapunk, if it weren't for his disgusting big head, how could he possibly be my match? Shoo-lo-lo, one day, I will make the World Government regret losing me."

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the corridor outside.

A short while later, the laboratory door was pushed open.

Several soldiers in hazmat suits came running up, panting, and looked at Caesar, shouting anxiously.

"Mr. Caesar! Something terrible has happened! There are naval warships approaching from outside the island!"

Chapter 488 Monet

"What? The Navy? Are you kidding me? This island has long been a no-man's-land. How could any naval warships possibly approach it? Aren't they afraid of being poisoned by the island's gas?"

Upon hearing his subordinate's urgent report, Caesar, who was opening a bottle of champagne, frowned and became somewhat exasperated.

"Perhaps they're just passing by. Punk Hazard Island is full of poison gas. Unless you're inside a laboratory, you'll be poisoned to death by the ubiquitous gas without a hazmat suit. The Navy knows this, so they might not necessarily go to the island."

Monet said softly.

However, Doflamingo, who was listening to the conversation through the live stream screen, instantly lost his smile. His expression gradually darkened as if he had thought of something.

He looked at Monet and said in a deep voice, "Monet, ask which branch of the navy that is near Punk Hazard."

Monet paused, then nodded, quickly turning to the soldier reporting the situation and asking, "Did you see the markings on the warship? Which branch's warship is it?"

"No... I don't know. I just saw a dragon-headed warship. It was different from ordinary warships. It looked bigger and more imposing. There were no obvious New World branch symbols on the sails."

The soldier's words made Monet frown.

"A dragon-headed warship? Does the New World's naval branch have such an unconventional warship style?"