The location was a shipyard in the Sea Forest on Fish-Man Island.
"Don't hold me back!"
The white-haired old doctor shouted, "This head is such a nuisance! This time, I'll just chop it off in one go!"
Jinbe held him with a bitter smile, stopping him from bringing the blade straight down on his forehead. "Doctor, please calm down."
Cutting off the entire brain above his forehead—this was the sort of thing that felt horrifying even when Vegapunk was the one performing the operation.
"Are you questioning our technology?"
The Vegapunk clone, leaning casually against a coral formation, raised an eyebrow and said unhappily, "It's only cutting off everything above the forehead. It's not some remarkable operation."
No, no, no. No matter how he thought about it, this operation was already absurdly impressive!
That was an operation to cut off the brain responsible for thinking!
More importantly, could someone even survive after losing their brain?
Tesoro, who had hurried over, also quickly spoke up. "Even if you really want to operate, there's no need to rush. The laboratory hasn't even been set up yet."
By now, Tesoro considered himself half a Fish-Man Islander. After living here for so many years, he couldn't let trouble break out on the island while Bright was away.
Yes, Bright had moved Vegapunk's laboratory back along with everything else.
But it was only a laboratory. The supporting facilities had not been completed at all. How could it possibly handle an operation of this level?
And really, what kind of bizarre thought process was it to decide to cut off his own head because it was too large, inconvenient, and prevented him from devoting himself more effectively to building Pluto?
Well, with such an astonishing thought process, perhaps it really was better to cut off his