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He put down the dumpling in his hand and turned his gaze to the serious-minded navy man.
His expression shifted from initial surprise to calm, then to a whimsical smile, before finally returning to calm.
The path to the correct answer is often like this: naive, simple, yet irrefutable.
At that moment, he even began to doubt his original intention for conducting research.
In order to build an ideal world, they overemphasize the role of robots while refusing to trust humanity itself at the core.
Going in the opposite direction is utterly absurd.
In a daze, Yuejian chuckled to himself. He straightened his simple robes, stood up, and bowed slightly.
"Doctor, what's wrong?" Spencer rushed to Tsukimi's side, helped her up, and asked anxiously.
"It's alright, I'm still in pretty good health."
Tsukimi waved her hand, saying that Spencer was a child created only in recent years, and she was not as old and useless as she looked.
“Colonel Ghost Shark, if this is your belief, please take me away.” A wrinkled smile appeared on his face. “I may be old, but I can still tinker with circuits and pick up a wrench.”
On the other side, Muse, who was happily jotting down the witty remarks, froze. She looked up and stared blankly at the tech mogul.
He was originally a carefree person in this cherry blossom courtyard, surrounded by the fragrance of tea, eating mooncakes and admiring the moon under the eaves at night, living a peaceful life with a serene expression.
His face is still etched with wrinkles, but his smile is relaxed and radiant, making him look as if he has become ten years younger.
It was as if they were enveloped in some kind of radiance.
“We knocked again and again, and that’s how Marineford came to be…” Haiya murmured, her gaze lost in thought.
“I agree.” Ghost Shark nodded slightly, not showing excessive joy, as if he had simply agreed to something he should do.
"But how to escape under the noses of government agents..."
Tsukimi smiled and nodded, then remembered this troublesome matter, being targeted by those people, and possibly already under surveillance.
“That’s not a problem.” Specter ate the dumpling, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and then said, “We have a user of the Rewind-Rewind Fruit, which can make you younger and allow you to join the Navy.”
It's likely that government agents, even if they were to use force, would wait until the fleet had left before making their move.
“This method is feasible.” Yuejian thought for a moment and added, “I will make a fake robot and send us away in full view of everyone, which will reduce suspicion.”
The group continued to refine the doctor's plan, and after finalizing the plan, Spencer looked at Tsukimi with tears in her eyes.
"Doctor, what about us? Are we going to stay here?" He hugged Tsukimi's legs tightly, saying anxiously, "But we don't want to leave you."
"Have you forgotten the balloons in the warehouse?" Tsukimi looked at her...
"Children," she said with a kind smile, "I will target the warships, and you can fly to follow them."
After saying that, Tsukimi went into the laboratory, connected the circuits, picked up a wrench, and skillfully began to build a humanoid robot.
In less than an hour, the incredibly skillful Moon Viewing Robot appeared before everyone's eyes.
He can not only smile, but also eat and drink, and even read books in a respectable manner. In short, he has mastered some basic skills.
“This time I didn’t give it any autonomy.” Tsukimi glanced at the robot, sighed, and then turned away without looking back to get the children to help collect the experimental equipment.
After everything settled down, it was nearly evening.
When the first evening breeze touched the face of the Lancet lady, this exquisite 'doll' awoke.
Meanwhile, Alice and Ain returned to Specter's side. The unlucky one bought some local seafood, while Ain, using the instructions from headquarters, successfully copied Vegapunk's research data.
There was no time to carefully assess the changes in the lancet; this cold island was really not suitable for staying, and the living conditions were rather basic.
At the entrance of the villa, Dr. Tsukimi's avatar, supported by Spencer's children, bid a friendly farewell to everyone.
Ghost Shark greeted Colonel Berg and returned to the Deepsea in the night, pretending to wait until dawn before slowly departing.
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"Is this a lancet?"
On the deck of the warship, Lancet led Ghost Shark around three times, like a noble lady dancing in a banquet hall, her skirt trailing out graceful lines.
She was immediately enveloped in exclamations and chatter, and many sailors even came up to greet her with curiosity.
"Colonel, as a robot, I have finally shed my cumbersome body, and I can now perform the fine motor skills of a human."
The lancet, only half the height of a ghost shark, spun with the agility of an orca, its once silent face now adorned with a bright smile.
Even the Specter Shark was momentarily stunned.
"Hey, I'm telling you, Ain." Alice grabbed the blue-haired girl by the neck and demanded through gritted teeth, "Why did you have to give the robot this kind of personality?"
"Uh..." Ain glanced at the clingy lancet, a complex emotion flashing through her mind, but her tone remained calm, "You're not jealous of the robot, are you?"
As she finished speaking, a large white bow on her fitted brown suit skirt swayed in the wind. She looked dashing and beautiful.
Alice abruptly released her grip, her face stiffening, and awkwardly turned her head away.
On the shimmering, deep blue sea, Laurentina lay on a beach chair, and Lark immediately and thoughtfully set up a parasol, while Lancelot brought her a glass of freshly squeezed watermelon juice with ice.
It's a vivid image of a decadent and hedonistic shark emperor.
In front of them, Muse and Haya were having a fishing contest on the gunwale, but it always seemed that Muse was the better angler.
Just then, the Muse's fishing rod stirred again.
Haiya grinned mischievously and wrapped her arms around Muse's armpits. Muse's hand jerked and the fish escaped, so he retaliated by tickling Haiya's leg, one of the woman's few weaknesses.
The two women were playfully bickering on the deck. Haiya deliberately breathed into Muse's ear and whispered, "Your idol is amazing." Muse glanced back at the bewildered Specter, a little flustered, and then harshly reprimanded Haiya for her shamelessness—how could she steal food?
"By the way, Lancet, what is Dr. Tsukimi doing?"
A giant sea monster suddenly leaped out of the water, revealing its gaping maw. The ghost shark easily pointed out several blood spears and slaughtered the monster while sucking its juice.
"Dear Colonel, Dr. Tsukimi has finished building the submarine and is now working on designing the autonomous consciousness of the Deep Sea."
Willow Leaf Blade dutifully replied, then, seeing the cooks excitedly rushing out to prepare the fish, it eagerly joined the army of culinary sea monsters.
Submarines are indeed a great mode of transportation.
Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've enjoyed swimming in the ocean.
......
Meanwhile, in the villa on the island of machines.
The belated government agents were stunned by what they saw.
Then you see several dwarfs in military uniforms, weeping and wailing around a coffin, overwhelmed with grief.
Inside the coffin lay a serene old man, like a monk, surrounded by blooming flowers, seemingly representing the life of this great scientist, which, like a rootless flower, came and went silently, fading away peacefully.
"Is he really dead?" a tall CP member covered in a white robe asked silently.
"Yes, he's definitely dead. No body temperature, no breathing," Corgi replied, equally distraught.
It can only be said that Dr. Tsukimi's bionic technology is too powerful, capable of creating a lifelike illusion that even the Corgi, after a cursory inspection, could not tell the difference.
"How did you die?"
"It's said that he was eating dumplings while admiring the moon at night when the moon suddenly exploded, choking him to death." Corgi found the story both funny and absurd.
But upon closer reflection, it's not impossible for such an elderly person to experience something like this.
"The moon exploded?" The tall CP looked up at the sky, then looked away, nodded and remembered it, before slowly disappearing in front of the corgi.
As a high-ranking agent with access to some secrets, he did know that there were some anomalies on the moon.
However, since the person is already dead, there's no point in keeping them here any longer.
Noticing his companion had disappeared, the Corgi glanced helplessly at the coffin, lit a cigarette, and asked:
"Dr. Tsukimi is dead, you..."
What will we do then?
"We will fly into the sky and land on the moon to avenge Dr. Tsukimi!" Spencer said resolutely.
Flying to the moon?
Is your absurdity hereditary? Corgi straightened his suit and tie and walked out the door, feeling that he hadn't encountered as many oddballs as he had in the past few years.
Half a day later, Dr. Tsukimi's fake funeral was hastily completed.
Spacie and the others, holding hands, slowly ascended into the sky aboard the flying balloon. Meanwhile, news of Dr. Tsukimi's death was spreading across the ocean.
......
"The safety level of the park is far below my expectations."
On the deck, Ghost Shark gazed at the calm sea and spoke softly.
Beside the Deepsea, a huge pirate ship was split in two and slowly sank into the sea.
With just one shot from the electromagnetic cannon, the pirate ship, which was several sizes larger than a warship, instantly disintegrated, with debris flying everywhere. The pirate captain, whose bounty was 9800 million, was melted into dust.
"There are indeed quite a lot; I've lost count of how many waves this is," Ain replied, somewhat numbly.
At first, the Deepsea was able to arrest pirates in a respectable manner, but later, when the prison was full, it simply resorted to pity and transformed into a berserk gunner, slaughtering them all in one go.
"Something feels off." Specter, Pocky in his mouth, calmly walked into the captain's cabin.
But what does it matter if there are many of them? They're all just weaklings and small fry.
To defeat the Deep Sea Fleet, the Four Emperors would have to don their helmets and personally join the battle!
The warships sailed onward, from Spring and Queen's City to Carnival City, and then to Alabasta, where they had just stopped for supplies. The Deep Sea Fleet was getting closer to Reverse Mountain.
"Booooooo!"
Just as the naval crew spotted the red mountains behind Twin Capes in the distance, a clear, ethereal voice resounded across the heavens and the sea.
"What, what's going on?"
What was that sound just now?
Faced with the unknown terror, the marines on deck couldn't help but become restless.
"Boom!!!"
This time it was a huge roar, and everyone felt as if the entire ocean was about to collapse.
"Look, there's a mountain ahead!"
"Idiot! How could there possibly be a mountain in the middle of Twin Capes?"
"But look ahead!"
Someone shouted this, and everyone blindly looked ahead, where a blue shadow, more than ten times taller than the Twin Points Lighthouse, appeared before them.
What exactly is that thing?!
Suddenly, the hill behind them, which had been hearing the sound, shook violently and flipped over, revealing a huge eye that was two or three times the size of a warship.
"That, that's a Sea King?!" A Marine pointed at the other's eyes, collapsing onto the deck in terror.
Tsk, I forgot about the whale blocking the way.
"Quiet!" Ghost Shark shouted in displeasure, then spread its dark red bat wings and flew over.
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Twin Capes, the sea area in front of the lighthouse.
Upon realizing that the fleet was not the one he was waiting for, Raab slowly turned around.
It expressed no emotion, but stubbornly adhered to the agreement made nearly half a century ago.
"Booooooo!"
The island whale, its forehead covered in scars, gazed at the inverted mountain, opened its mouth and let out a long cry. The sound was ethereal, like the babbling of a newborn, making people dizzy and as if a demonic sound was pouring into their ears.
But still no response.
It let out a defiant cry, a cry that lasted for nearly 50 years, a cry that could only be heard by sunrise and sunset, by the lighthouse between the capes, and by the wretched Upside-Down Mountain.
But the person I wanted to see never showed up.
The ghost shark paused in mid-air for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "Poor little whale, you're blocking my way."
The girl couldn't judge this pirate's agreement; she neither longed for it nor agreed with it. She was simply moved by the island whale's sorrowful emotions.
Labu's big eyes widened for a moment, wondering why he felt both closeness and respect for this human at the same time. It was a closeness based on blood ties and a respect based on social status.