Want It So Bad

Chapter 32

Want It So Bad

"Everyone, stay on high alert. These waters haven't been peaceful lately.

Two transport ships have already been robbed by the Beasts Pirates. I'm sure you can imagine what happened to those ships.

So whether it's for the mission or for yourselves, keep your spirits up. Don't let anyone catch you slipping."

The chubby official braved the wind and rain as he roared on deck, staring at the sky obscured by dark clouds and thinking of the string of terrible events that had happened recently.

Clearly, he felt uneasy about this voyage.

After all, compared to the earlier ships that had only been responsible for transporting basic equipment,

what this ship carried was tied to one of the World Government's great secrets.

The cargo's importance was different, so naturally, the pressure they faced was entirely different as well.

No one had expected Punk Hazard to explode.

And for the Beasts Pirates to set their sights on the laboratory's relocation was even worse luck.

Thinking of the two transport ships that had been massacred earlier, and what would happen to their families if the mission failed,

he shuddered all over.

"No, we definitely won't be that unlucky. We'll absolutely complete this mission safely."

He shook his head hard, forcing the ominous thoughts from his mind.

He looked out over the pitch-black sea.

Braving the wind and rain, the fat official turned to glance once more at the largest room aboard the transport ship, as well as the two Marine escort warships beside it.

"We'll definitely be fine this time. Lord Roy can stand against the strongest man in CP9, and the elites from Marine Headquarters aren't pushovers either."

The faint light in Roy's room and the warships surrounding the transport ship beneath the storm gave the fat official a measure of security.

But as the saying went, relying on yourself was better than relying on others.

Facing a Yonko pirate crew that could attack at any time,

everyone aboard the transport ship remained tense as they watched their surroundings.

Searchlights swept across the transport ship, and the warships beside it did the same.

Huff!

A ring of white smoke drifted out beneath the dim light.

"I didn't expect the cargo this time to be this. No wonder the World Government sent me here personally."

Inside the spacious, luxurious suite, unlike the sailors and officials outside who were on edge in the storm,

Roy could easily grasp the situation across a dozen or so miles of sea through the Echo Map.

But what made Roy marvel now was clearly not the stormy sea outside.

Through the reflection and collection of sound waves, the large iron crates hidden deep in the ship's hold by the World Government were what truly drew Roy's attention.

By controlling inaudible sound waves and sending them through the barriers,

the cargo stored in the hold now revealed its true form before Roy's eyes.

Inside the enormous iron crates were cultivation pods fitted with self-destruct mechanisms.

And within the pale green cultivation pods were naked test subjects.

Human cloning experiments were taboo technology in any world.

But in the low-bottom-line world of the Pirate King, this technology was not all that rare.

Whether it was Germa or illegal research institutions, human cloning and experimentation had long ceased to be a secret on the seas.

Thus, simple clones were not enough to make Roy marvel.

What truly shocked Roy was that every cultivation pod held a child, and those children looked exactly like miniature versions of Shichibukai Jinbe.

Once Roy learned the appearances of the individuals inside those cultivation pods through the reflection of sound,

the word "Seraphim" instantly filled Roy's mind.

After all, they were the World Government's true Human Weapons of the future.

They were monsters born by using the Shichibukai as templates, then fusing all kinds of lineage factors into them.

All this information made Roy's breathing quicken.

A completed Seraphim was a being capable of fighting a Yonko.

How could Roy not be tempted by such enticing combat power?

He took a large gulp of tea from the table, suppressing the greed in his heart.

Although the test subjects in the hold were extremely tempting, reason told Roy that now was not the time.

Because clearly, the clones in the hold were not finished products.

That was obvious from the fact that they lacked the black wings Roy remembered on their backs.

And according to the Echo Map's assessment, the life signatures of those test subjects differed greatly as well.

So the batch Roy was responsible for transporting was probably only a group of Seraphim test subjects.

Furthermore, by Roy's estimation, the World Government's Seraphim project had likely not succeeded yet at this point in time.

Thus, since those beneath the ship were merely incomplete Seraphim,

Roy could barely keep his greed under control.

And according to the memories of his previous life that still remained in Roy's mind,

he knew that each Seraphim successfully created by the World Government came in only one of each type.

Separated by wooden boards and iron crates, Roy had no idea whether the successful Seraphim had been born from among these incomplete products.

He looked at the clones with their eyes tightly shut and their calm breathing.

Knowing that their ultimate fate was to be scrapped only made Roy itch for them even more.

After all, these were clones of Shichibukai Jinbe, and Fish-Men were born as the sea's favored children.

Among the powers Roy possessed—sea, land, and sky—the sea remained almost entirely blank to him.

Jinbe's clones were natural warriors of the sea.

Even if they were still incomplete blank slates, and their future survival rate remained unknown,

Roy really wanted them!

No one would refuse combat power like that blue fatty's.

Though Roy did not know how much potential these clones possessed, based on his understanding of Vegapunk, the greatest mind in the world,

almost everything made by his hand was practically guaranteed to be top-quality.

What was more, Roy intended to tame Caesar Clown, the second-greatest scientist in this world.

With him around, Roy would basically have the confidence to research Seraphim.

The memories of his previous life in his mind grew clearer the more he recalled them.

Roy's breathing grew heavier and heavier.

The thought in his mind had now turned into a devil.

Bang!

The sound of cannon fire shattered the storm's oppressive silence.

Roy hurriedly checked the situation through the Echo Map.

"Oh, looks like my chance has come."