At this moment, on an island in the Calm Belt, what appeared to be an utterly ordinary island had long since been hollowed out underground and turned into a massive subterranean base.
The base resembled a gigantic factory. Many identical clones floated inside cultivation tanks, while most of the workers in the factory looked exactly like those clones as well, creating an eerie feeling.
"This place is seriously messed up. It looks terrifying."
Cavendish rambled on as he looked at those expressionless people, feeling chills creep down his spine.
What surprised him most was that some of these clones actually bore a resemblance to his Captain, Alonso, though their temperaments were entirely different.
Naturally, he did not know that Alonso's own body was a clone. In fact, if not for his growth over the past decade, Alonso should have looked exactly like one type of clone among them.
Of course, the difference in temperament was enormous. Alonso's bearing was very similar to Doflamingo's in the original story. He gave off the air of a hooligan street punk, while most clones possessed the rigid, mechanical aura of a terminator.
"Say, Captain, what exactly did we come here for? Are you planning to have the Vinsmoke Family make some clones to deal with Whitebeard Jr.?"
"Watch more, talk less. Maybe this time, you'll get to witness a miracle." Alonso rolled his eyes and quickly arrived at the central laboratory.
Here, the uniformity of the clones finally began to change. Many white-haired researchers were conducting research and adjustments alongside Judge, and among those researchers was a young-looking man.
Inside the tall cultivation tank at the very center stood a large, dark, fat humanoid figure. It was a specially cultivated clone.
The chest of this tall black clone had been cut open, revealing three