Shichibukai, Knight of the Sea Jinbe

Rear Admiral Hag followed behind Bright with suspicion.

What in the world was going on?

Why had the Doctor been interacting with this Fishman bastard so frequently lately?

In just two weeks, this was the third time the Doctor had summoned the guy.

Could it be that the Doctor actually had a good impression of this guy?

So, when this Fishman bastard escaped prison before, the Doctor had covered for him?

If he wanted to conduct experiments, he could just chop off his limbs, right?

Looking at the back of the Fishman walking in front of him, Hag's hand already rested on the hilt of his sword.

Hag didn't understand the situation, but one thing he knew for sure was that this was not a good thing.

If things continued to develop this way, it was likely that a situation Mr. Borsalino did not want to see would actually occur.

Hag fell silent.

Then, he once again escorted Bright to Vegapunk's laboratory.

After casually closing the door, Bright turned around and saw Vegapunk walking quickly towards him with excitement.

He half-raised his hands, his ten fingers twitching wildly as if he were having a seizure.

Bright momentarily thought he was having an epileptic fit.

But of course, he knew that wasn't the case. Vegapunk didn't have epilepsy; he just had ADHD.

"So, kid, what were the results?" Vegapunk asked expectantly.

"Very successful."

Bright said seriously, "Although the ability is still very weak, I have indeed gained the power of self-healing."

"Isn't that obvious?"

Vegapunk laughed heartily, looking completely self-assured. "How could I possibly fail?"

"So, have you thought about it? What kind of bloodlines do you want for the rest?"

"I've roughly considered the types, but I'll probably need your recommendation for the specific ones, Doctor."

Bright said, "I'm more inclined towards bloodlines that can enhance my basic abilities and Devil Fruit powers."

"I thought you'd choose something to extend your lifespan or grant eternal youth?" Vegapunk said with some surprise. "The Celestial Dragons often ask me to do those kinds of experiments, though I pretend not to hear them."

"Aren't there many things and abilities in the sea that can achieve that?"

Bright shook his head. "There's no need to waste this precious slot."

What use were those abilities?

If a person is killed, they die.

If you want to live longer, you have to avoid being killed.

Bright's top priority was to improve his survival capabilities.

Stronger, tougher, harder to kill.

Speaking of longevity and eternal youth, there was something called pure gold in the sea. With it, a person's time would almost stop, and centuries would pass in the blink of an eye.

"As you wish," Vegapunk's smile didn't diminish at all. "I'm just in charge of the experiments."

Bright's lips twitched.

This guy really didn't care about him at all. From beginning to end, he just wanted to conduct this experiment, didn't he?

"If possible, Doctor, could you get me a bloodline that allows me to swim again?"

Bright said earnestly, "As a Fishman, not being able to swim is too embarrassing. I can't even move freely on Fish-Man Island."

"This? There is a bloodline that fits your requirements."

Vegapunk walked over to his computer and typed a few keys. An image appeared on the screen.

The image showed a fish with protrusions on its surface resembling coral.

"Coralline Ancient Coral Fish. It's generally considered a close relative of modern coral polyps, similar to the specialty coral on your Fish-Man Island. This type of fish has the ability to secrete and create bubbles. It can even create a bubble coating on its body surface."

Vegapunk explained, "I can't make you swim by defying the laws of Devil Fruit abilities, but this bloodline should allow you to avoid contact with seawater."

Isn't this just coating?

Bright was somewhat disappointed. Fish-Man Island had Coral Fish everywhere that could do the same thing.

Although being able to create it himself would be much more convenient than carrying coral around, if the bubbles were popped, he would still sink to the seabed.

Ultimately, the limitations of Devil Fruit users on this sea were too great.

"Don't be disappointed so quickly, kid," Vegapunk saw Bright's mood and grinned. "The bubbles created by this type of fish contain special substances. They are absolutely strong enough; they rely on these bubbles to hunt large fish."

"Is that so?"

If that was the case, it didn't seem entirely unacceptable.

"Enough of the nonsense, let's get on with choosing the bloodlines you want!"

Vegapunk said impatiently, "I still have research to do on the other side, and the government is pushing hard."

"Okay."

Bright nodded.

Next, under Doctor Vegapunk's recommendation, Bright selected seven more bloodlines that could comprehensively enhance his basic abilities and Devil Fruit powers.

Then, Vegapunk sent him away again, telling him to come back in a week.

Bright deeply anticipated the arrival of the following week.

By then, he would undergo his second transformation.

On the way back to the prison, Bright was filled with ambition.

Something's not right.

Hag, walking behind Bright, frowned deeply.

Even though the Fishman tried his best to conceal it, it was clear he was somewhat happy.

What was he happy about?

Something must have happened between this guy and Doctor Vegapunk.

After returning Bright to the prison, Hag thought it over and finally decided to temporarily leave his post. He called a few Captains to replace him guarding the prison entrance.

Then he went to find Vegapunk.

But unfortunately, Vegapunk had already entered experimental mode, and the laboratory door was tightly shut.

Not daring to disturb Vegapunk's experiment, Hag had no choice but to return to the outside of Bright's prison cell.

But he had made up his mind: the next time Vegapunk sought out the Fishman, he would definitely try to probe Vegapunk's attitude.

This Fishman was enough as experimental material; did he expect a good outcome?

At almost the same moment, on the other side of the Red Line, in a corner of the sea known as Paradise, two ships gradually approached.

On the bow of one of the ships, a man in a black suit looked at the people on the opposite ship and smiled, "So, can we finally sit down and talk properly? Knight of the Sea Jinbe!"

On the bow of the opposing ship, the stout, blue-skinned Fishman shouted, "We can talk if you want, but my conditions will absolutely not change!"

"You can rest assured,"

The man in the black suit said earnestly, "As long as you agree to become one of the new Shichibukai and obey the government's orders when necessary, then all conditions are negotiable."

The blue-skinned Fishman, the current captain of the Sun Pirates, the Knight of the Sea Jinbe, pursed his lips.

Was this decision truly the right one?

Would Big Brother Fisher Tiger want to see this outcome?

Regardless, at least Fish-Man Island could be protected to some extent, and his captured comrades could be rescued.

That should be enough, right?

Bright was unaware of the events happening outside for the time being. All he knew was that the week had passed.

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