I collect everything in the One Piece world.

Judge's face turned deathly pale instantly. He knew that Morsen had held back; the blade hadn't been aimed directly at his three sons, but only the aftershocks had struck them.

If Morsen had truly intended to kill them, they would have been cut to pieces long ago.

Just then, a calm, cold voice rang clearly in Judge's ears from a great distance: "This is the first and last time. To give Reiju some face, I'm holding back."

"If you can't control your mouth next time, then you'll never have to speak again."

"I'll tell you one last time, Reiju is my crew member. You're a smart person, you should understand what I mean."

As soon as he finished speaking, the invisible sense of oppression dissipated.

Judge lay on the cold ground, drenched in cold sweat, his face as pale as paper.

His gaze swept over the ravaged Kingdom of Germa before him, over his three sons lying on the ground like dead dogs, over the empty castle and the emptied rooms, and for a moment he felt utterly hopeless.

He suddenly began to doubt whether his research over the past few decades had gone in the wrong direction from the very beginning.

The bloodline factors and modified warriors he had poured his life's blood into creating were so utterly vulnerable in the face of a true powerhouse.

His so-called "perfect work" didn't even last ten minutes in front of Mosen.

His proud Germa Kingdom was nothing more than a warehouse that anyone could come and go as they pleased.

He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, a sigh filled with unprecedented weariness and confusion.

……

The New World, Wano Country, Onigashima.

The enormous skull-shaped building stands on the volcanic rock island, which is filled with thick smoke, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Inside Onigashima, in the brightly lit banquet hall, the Beasts Pirates' executives gathered in twos and threes, the air thick with the smells of alcohol and barbecue.

As heavy footsteps echoed from the entrance, a tall figure strode in.

He wore a helmet adorned with ivory, with two curved tusks protruding from the sides, giving him an aura of ferocity and violence.

Jack the Drought, one of the Three Disasters of the Beasts Pirates, has returned.

"Brother Kaido, I'm back. The deal with the Donquixote Family is complete. I've brought back the technical data on the artificial Devil Fruits and the first batch of material samples," Jack said in a deep voice.

In the shadows above the hall, a massive figure, as large as a small mountain, leaned against a pile of huge animal hides and wine barrels.

He was shirtless, with bulging muscles, long black hair cascading over his shoulders, and a pair of huge curved horns on his head. He was holding a gourd bigger than a human head and was gulping down wine.

He is none other than Kaido, the governor of the Beasts Pirates and one of the Four Emperors, known as the strongest creature.

He put down his gourd, glanced down at Jack kneeling below, let out a burp, and said loudly, "Well done, Jack. Where's the stuff? Give it a try now."

“Here it is.” Jack said, waving his hand. Several of his men came over and carried in sealed metal boxes one by one.

Upon opening the box, one finds a thick stack of technical documents and a batch of artificial Devil Fruits of various colors neatly arranged inside.

The surface of those fruits was covered with spiral patterns, giving them a slightly eerie color.

Kaido beckoned, and one of his subordinates immediately stepped forward, took the box, and presented it to him.

Kaido casually picked up a fruit, tossed it in his hand, brought it to his nose to smell it, and then grinned, revealing a set of sharp teeth.

"Whoosh whoosh! That guy from the Don Quixote family actually has some skills, he seems pretty capable..."

"ember!"

Upon hearing this, King, who was standing next to Kaido, nodded slightly and turned to walk out of the hall.

A short while later, he entered with ten death row inmates whose hands and feet were bound by shackles.

The death row inmates looked terrified, unsure of what fate awaited them.

King lined them up in a row, then stepped aside and said, "Lord Kaido, the person has been brought."

Kaido casually picked out ten Devil Fruits from the box and tossed them to King: "Feed them to them. Let me see how good these things are."

Jin caught the fruit, walked expressionlessly to the first death row inmate, pried open his mouth, and stuffed the artificial Devil Fruit inside.

The condemned prisoner was forced to chew a few times and swallow with difficulty.

Then the second, the third...

In less than five minutes, all ten artificial Devil Fruits were consumed.

The hall fell silent, and all eyes were on the ten death row inmates.

A few seconds later, the body of the first death row inmate suddenly began to swell violently.

His muscles bulged, brownish-yellow hair grew on his skin, his facial bones deformed and protruded, and fangs grew from his mouth. He had successfully transformed into a half-man, half-wolf monster, letting out a low roar, his eyes flashing with a beastly light.

Immediately afterwards, the body of the second death row inmate also began to change.

His arms transformed into sharp claws covered in scales, his legs became thick and powerful, and a long tail extended from his tailbone—the abilities of a lizard.

The third and fourth death row inmates also successfully transformed, one into a leopard and the other into a wild boar.

However, the remaining six death row inmates showed no physical changes.

They stood there blankly for a moment, then one of them suddenly burst into uncontrollable maniacal laughter: "Hahahahahaha! Hahahahahahaha!"

Immediately afterwards, the other five people seemed to be infected as well, and began to laugh wildly, laughing until tears streamed down their faces, even rolling on the ground, but they couldn't stop.

This is a side effect of the artificial fruit; if it fails, they will lose some of their emotional expression abilities and will only laugh incessantly.

Kaido looked at the scene before him without any surprise on his face.

He counted on his fingers: "Four out of ten were successful... A success rate of 40% is not bad, a bit higher than I expected."

"I have as many people as I need. A 40% success rate is enough. If a hundred don't work, I'll have a thousand. If a thousand don't work, I'll have ten thousand. Anyway, I have plenty of people!"

After saying that, he slammed the gourd in his hand heavily on the ground, then looked at the man standing to the side, who was as fat as a mountain and had a huge gold chain around his neck: "Quinn!"

Queen the Plague, one of the Beasts Pirates' top lieutenants, was leaning lazily against a pillar with a cigar dangling from his mouth. Upon hearing this, he slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "Hmm? Lord Kaido?"

"These technical documents and samples are for you." Kaido pointed to the metal box full of documents.

"Master the technology as soon as possible, set up the production line for me, and I want to mass-produce these artificial Devil Fruits to push the Beast Pirates' strength to the next level."

Quinn flicked the ash from his cigar and grinned: "Leave it to me!"

“Very good.” Kaido nodded in satisfaction, then turned to King, scratched his head, and said, “By the way, what were their demands?”

Jin calmly reminded him, "The Donquixote Family wants us to deal with an adventurer from Paradise named Blackmoreson, the captain of the Collector's Adventurer's Guild."

"I heard that this guy is quite strong, and he has caused the Navy and the World Government to suffer considerable losses. He even dared to kill a Celestial Dragon, and his bounty is second only to the Four Emperors."

“The Donquixote family has a grudge against him. Zhou Ke died at his hands, so the Donquixote family hopes to use us to eliminate him.”

Kaido waved his hand dismissively after hearing this, his tone carrying a sense of entitlement and contempt: "So you're just an adventurer from Paradise. Jack, you can go and do it."

During his years as the ruler of the new world, he had met many rising young people.

Although they were certainly not like the current Mosen, who had reached such a level of fame and whose bounty was ridiculously high.

But in his view, none of these made much difference; they were just fleeting phenomena.

Mosen's feat of daring to kill a Celestial Dragon not only added to the rumors of his audacity and ruthlessness, but also made some people unable to see his strength clearly, only believing that his high bounty was all because of his heinous act of daring to kill a Celestial Dragon.

Upon hearing Kaido's order, Jack raised his head, a fierce fighting spirit flashing in his eyes: "No problem! Leave it to me!"

Chapter 253, New Base

(He got in again, I give up.)

On the Grand Line, a giant snail is carrying a huge platform, slowly sailing with the ocean currents.

The platform is roughly the size of a small island, with a simple yet exquisite castle at its very center.

A black flag hangs atop the castle, depicting an open book with a compass below it—the flag of the Collector's Adventure Team.

On the side of the platform, in the harbor, the "Riding the Waves" ship rests quietly, its sails furled, its hull gently rising and falling with the movement of the giant snail.

Since leaving the Kingdom of Germa, Mosen and his group have used this giant snail as a mobile base. With just a few modifications, it has become their sea base.

The castle's interior is divided into various areas, and a small orchard and herb garden have been cultivated on the open ground outside.

At this moment, Nami is squatting in the orchard, carefully planting an orange sapling in the soil.

This orange sapling was a variety she bought specifically from an island, which was said to be able to survive and bear fruit in the climate of the New World.

She was already looking forward to the day she could eat the oranges she had grown herself in a few months.

Not far away, Chopper was also wielding a small shovel, carefully digging holes in the herb garden, and gently planting the rare medicinal seedlings he had collected from various islands.

As he planted, he muttered to himself, reciting the growth habits and precautions of each medicinal herb, his expression as focused as if he were conducting a great scientific study.

Inside the castle, a spacious room on the second floor has been converted into a laboratory.

Reiju was standing amidst a pile of unopened instruments and equipment, holding a list in her hand, checking each item against the supplies she had brought back from Germa.

Her face had regained its healthy color, and her mental state was much better than before.

She pushed an analytical instrument against the wall, adjusted its angle, nodded in satisfaction, and then picked up a pen to check it off the list.

"Hmm...this one's in place. Next up are the centrifuge and the gene sequencer..."

The library is located on the third floor.

Rows of brand-new bookshelves lined the walls, already filled with all kinds of books.

It contains nautical logs, historical documents, geographical maps, and some miscellaneous novels collected from various islands.

Robin was standing on a ladder, placing a stack of books on the top shelf according to their classification codes.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft silhouette on her profile.

Mosen stood at the bottom of the ladder, handing her the book.

At first, he was indeed helping, sometimes taking the empty book box Robin handed over, sometimes handing her a stack of new books, and occasionally adjusting the arrangement of the bookshelves according to her instructions.

But gradually, his hands started to wander.

First, he "inadvertently" touched Robin's finger while handing her the book, and then he "kindly" helped her back as she climbed down the ladder.

Then, very quickly, one hand was around Robin's waist, while the other began to wander restlessly over her body.

Robin felt a little ticklish from his teasing and couldn't help but chuckle. She turned her head, a hint of amusement and teasing in her eyes: "Captain, didn't you say you were here to help organize the books?"

“Books can be organized anytime,” Mosen said matter-of-factly, his hands showing no sign of stopping. “But it’s also very important to help my archaeologist relax.”