One Piece: The Cryo Doctor on the Straw Hat Ship

Ah Long's pupils contracted sharply in shock.

This situation caused some unpleasant memories to uncontrollably surface in his mind.

That was a rumor he heard when he was still with the Sun Pirates and was escorting rescued slaves with his older brother Tiger.

It is said that in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, some Celestial Dragons possess a special kind of wailing, enjoying the painful cries of other beings and taking pleasure in torturing slaves.

Although it was just a few vague words, the “Celestial Dragons’ Game”—treating life as a plaything and suffering as entertainment—was now superimposed on the blue-eyed man before him with unparalleled clarity.

V tilted his head slightly, his cold, mechanical prosthetic eye calmly sweeping over Alon, blue light swirling around it as if scanning the internal structure of an object.

"Are you afraid?"

V's lips curled into a very faint, unsmiling smile.

"That's really interesting."

"The mighty overlord of the East Sea, Ah Long, is actually afraid of a mere human like me?"

"Damn it..." Ah Long gritted his teeth, forcibly controlling his teeth from chattering, "What the hell do you want!?"

"What?"

V reached out, his cold, prosthetic hand gently stroking Aron's neck.

This is also the location of the fish-man's gill organs.

V smiled faintly, with a chilling indifference in his eyes:

"From your expression, I think you've already... guessed it."

His right arm, covered in a dark blue pattern, slowly rose to eye level, and a dark blue holographic projection interface floated above his palm.

Above are various complex biological structural diagrams, densely packed parameter indicators, and a constantly rotating 3D model labeled "Fishman - Sawtooth Shark Subspecies".

Ah Long's eyes darted around frantically, trying to see what was projected.

But when he saw that the model was being broken down and marked with virtual cutting lines, showing every organ, every muscle, and every bone connection point, a chill deeper than death instantly gripped his heart.

"You...you want to dissect me!?"

Ah Long's voice was hoarse as he tried to sound angry, but he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

“Dissection?” V tilted his head slightly, the data stream in his blue prosthetic eye flashing faster. “That word is too crude.”

“I just want to… 'understand' and 'use' you.”

His voice was soft, but his attitude was extremely serious.

"Fish-men are born with ten times the strength of humans, the ability to breathe underwater, and some species even possess unique biological characteristics."

"For example, your saw-tooth nose is not only a weapon, but it is also connected to special olfactory glands and resonant cavities, which can be used for long-distance underwater communication and positioning, right?"

"Funny~ This is so incredibly fun!!!"

V suddenly grinned, bursting into an almost maniacal laugh:

"The value of merfolk seems to be even higher than I imagined!"

"With your bodies, I can acquire a complete set of underwater survival and combat cybernetic bodies!"

"It's so wonderful that you could come to the East China Sea!"

Ah Long's pupils suddenly contracted.

Just then, another operating chair suddenly rose up from next to Ah Long.

Above the chair, bound tightly was the fishman, Ah San, who had first provoked the Straw Hat crew.

Thanks to V's superb medical skills, his injuries have healed, but he remains in a state of anesthesia and coma.

"An Indian!?"

Ah Long, who could call out the names of every fellow countryman, widened his eyes.

He then saw V change into surgical scrubs and put on a mask, revealing only a pair of bright blue prosthetic eyes, and holding two sharp scalpels in his hands.

"You...you mustn't go near him!"

"Come at me if you dare!"

At this moment, anticipating what was about to happen, Ah Long's eyes were as if they were stained with blood, turning a deep crimson.

No matter how much he shouted, he couldn't stop V from moving closer to the fishman, A-San.

The sharp scalpel gently touched the Indian man's skin, easily cutting through the thick, scaly skin.

"Don't rush, this is just the beginning!"

V's voice was calm and even, but a cold mockery flashed in his blue eyes.

"As a racist, haven't you always believed that 'the strong can dominate the weak'?"

He leaned slightly forward, and the scalpel continued to penetrate deeper.

"No, no!!!!"

As he watched his compatriots being dismembered and dismantled, Ah Long let out a painful wail.

But V remained calm as always, a mad scientist's smile on his face, and said indifferently:

"now……"

"Isn't it your will that I, the stronger one, should dictate the value of you merfolk?!"

"You should be happy right now, Ah Long~"

Chapter 39 Hahahaha... I did it! (Seeking monthly votes~)

In the center of Cocoa West Village.

The setting sun cast its last brilliant orange-red hue upon this hardworking land.

"Wa hahaha……"

"The banquet is starting—!!!"

With Luffy's shout, the entire village of Cocoyasi seemed to respond to the command, instantly immersing itself in an atmosphere of joy.

The villagers sang and danced around the bonfire, celebrating the freedom they had longed for for many years.

The aroma of wine and grilled fish mingled with the sea breeze, and laughter dispelled the gloom that once shrouded Cocoa West Village.

Noki sat high beside Nami, but her gaze went beyond the flickering firelight and toward the direction of the Dragon Empire.

A hint of doubt flickered in her eyes, and she couldn't help but ask Nami, who was sipping her fruit wine beside her:

"Nami, what are your friends doing?"

"The banquet is so lively, why not invite them over to celebrate together?"

"My friend?"

"You mean...V?"

Nami paused slightly as she raised her glass, and after a moment of silence, she answered:

I advise you not to do that.

Her voice was soft, yet it carried an unspoken admonition:

"V is enjoying himself right now and doesn't want anyone to bother him."

"Don't worry about it."

"As for what he's doing?"

Hehe~

Nami smiled slightly, her expressionless face:

"It's best if you never find out about this."

If Nojiko knew that V was dismembering fish-men and had even cut his own arm...

Who knows what kind of associations she might make?

During the day, I can spend half a day asking all sorts of questions about my robotic arm.

To avoid disturbing others, Nami chose to keep the truth hidden.

"Tch, so mysterious."

Nojiko stared intently at Nami.

But a few seconds later, she chuckled:

"but……"

"You seem to be really enjoying your life right now."

"Me?" Nami stared wide-eyed and pointed to the tip of her nose.

"I enjoy my life now!?"

"Is there?"

She glanced up at Luffy and Usopp, who were dancing naked, Zoro, who was drunk and holding a Wado Ichimonji, pouring out his heart, and Sanji, who was surrounded by a group of girls, laughing so hard that snot was coming out of his nose, and showing off his fancy cooking skills...

And V, who is tirelessly dissecting the corpses of fishmen in the Dragon Empire.

Nami suddenly shivered.

Perhaps we should skip this kind of enjoyment?

……

……

After a night of celebration, Cocoa West Village fell into a peaceful slumber.

The embers of the campfire emitted wisps of smoke, and the sounds of last night's celebrations were replaced by the gentle caress of the waves.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the faint light illuminated the dilapidated outline of the Dragon Empire.

Just then, a naval warship silently docked at the pier next to the ruins of the Evil Dragon Empire.