Seizing Visalia! Caesar Clown!

Indeed, two people stood quietly on the roof of the palace: Dylan and Abel, who had traveled thousands of miles from the New World.

Finding this country is really not easy; they're constantly on the move.

Fortunately, the Boss has informants in various countries around the world, and the Visalia Scholars are indeed approachable and easy to get along with.

I asked a random person about their next destination, and they honestly told me everything.

So the two arrived in the country ahead of time, quietly waiting for Visalia's arrival.

Fortunately, they didn't have to wait too long; the scholars soon arrived in the country.

However, Dylan and Abel were in no hurry to make a move. Since they were already here, they might as well at least see what these scholars were capable of.

What if he's just a charlatan who disappoints the boss?

Fortunately, it now appears that the scholars do indeed possess genuine expertise.

Since that's the case, there's nothing to hesitate about.

Let's go.

Dylan leaped into the air, and in that instant, his arms transformed into broad wings. Abel, a prehistoric beast, took flight without needing to transform; his black wings flapped, and his speed was in no way inferior to Dylan's.

The king, leaning halfway out of the window, stared blankly at the two figures taking flight, then couldn't help but exclaim, "What huge birds—wow!"

He was so excited that he accidentally fell out of the window.

Dylan and Abel were flying at a very fast speed, and in a short time they had already soared into the sky, flying directly above the floating Sky Island in the sky, looking down at the entire island.

Only then did I realize that the entire island was roughly divided into three layers, each consisting of land and clouds, with numerous windmills, propellers, and balloons scattered throughout, as well as residential buildings.

Where should we look for them?

Abel asked.

This country is not large in area, and its population seems small, but they really know nothing about it, and they don't even know where to start if they want to take it over.

"Let them come see us."

Dylan's tone was indifferent.

As he spoke, he suddenly flapped his right wing, and with a surge of Haki, a huge Flying Slash shot out.

This powerful slash struck directly into the lower-level town of Visalia.

Houses, ground, streets, everything along the way was torn to shreds, leaving a huge crack in the town.

"You went easy on me?"

Abel seemed a little off.

If Dylan went all out, he could probably smash through this small island.

Because it really isn't very big.

"If nothing unexpected happens, we'll need to rely on this island to return to the New World."

Dylan said calmly, "Don't destroy it too much."

Abel nodded in deep agreement.

"Let's wait a little while."

Dylan said.

The people on the island have indeed begun to take action.

The sudden attack threw the town, or rather the village, into chaos.

Even the most outstanding scholars will still feel fear and panic.

"What happened? The houses and the ground are torn apart!"

Is it unusual weather? Or some kind of unusual airflow?

"I've never seen anything this extraordinary before! The cracks in the ground look like they were cleaved open by a giant sword!"

"Swords and blades??"

Panic was spreading.

It was at this moment that several white-haired scholars hurriedly arrived.

"What exactly happened? How did this happen?"

Even the most respected scholars on the island were dumbfounded by what they saw.

They had never seen such a unique climate that could transform a village!

"Would it be?"

At this moment, a younger scholar cautiously said, "Have we been attacked?"

"Attack?"

The old scholar, whose beard grew like a broom, turned around in bewilderment.

This word is too far removed from Visalia.

Since the creation of this Mini Sky Island, and the birth of this nation of scholars, it has never suffered any attack.

"It must be because of some special climate, right?"

Several elderly scholars said in unison.

Attack?

How could such a thing be possible?

What's so special about their country that's worth talking about?

Boom!

The two figures suddenly descended from the sky, crashing heavily onto the street.

"Is everyone here now?"

A detached voice drifted through the billowing smoke.

The scholars gathered here were all taken aback when they heard this voice.

"Ah! Are there any guests?"

An elderly scholar wearing thick reading glasses said subconsciously.

"You're here to make a request, right?"

Another equally aged scholar speculated.

"How is that possible!"

The young scholar who had spoken earlier couldn't help but exclaim in a slightly shrill voice, "What kind of guest would make a grand entrance like this? And no one would make a request like this!"

"It's an attacker! There really is an attacker!"

His voice immediately made many scholars shudder, and their faces immediately showed fear.

No, Visalia was floating in the sky. How did she get up there? As the smoke gradually dissipated, Dylan and Abel came out.

After seeing their appearance clearly, the scholars, who had been somewhat puzzled, suddenly understood.

Oh, I see, it has wings!

That's not surprising!

Wrong!

Immediately, someone exclaimed in surprise, "Who exactly are you people?"

"They actually asked us who we are?"

Abel tilted his head slightly, somewhat puzzled. "So we're not that famous after all?"

"We're not the Boss, how could everyone possibly know us?"

Dylan didn't react to this.

Of course, they are not exactly unknown either.

Immediately, a young scholar stared wide-eyed in disbelief, "Wait, wait! They are Abel, the descendant of the demon, and Bloody Hand Dylan! That high-ranking official under the scourge of Calamity Roa!"

"The Calamity Roa!"

This caused an uproar among almost all scholars.

There are probably very few people in the world who don't know Roa.

The most notorious pirate in history, a monster who publicly executed the Fleet Admiral!

If the Roger Pirates hadn't unexpectedly risen to prominence, found the Laugh Tale, and seized the Great Treasure Piece, no one in the pirate world would be more famous than him.

Incidentally, after gaining the title of Pirate King, Roger not only surpassed Roa in fame, but also in terms of bounty.

Roger now has an unprecedented bounty of 5.5 billion Beli, a figure even the late Rocks didn't reach 5 billion.

Why are Roa's subordinates here?

The scholars were deathly pale.

"Let's try conducting experiments in a different environment, scholars."

Dylan stepped forward. "The Boss needs your help. From today onwards, Visalia is a meteorological research institution under the Calamity Company. Be thankful for that; from now on, you'll never have to struggle for research funding again."

"Really?"

An elderly scholar with white hair suddenly brightened up and instinctively took a step forward, asking, "Is the funding really sufficient?"

"Dr. Fermat! Are you getting dementia?! They're the main villains!"

A younger scholar quickly stopped him, his face almost turning into a shark's, "Working for them is like aiding and abetting a tiger!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We must never give in to them!"

Other scholars also realized what was happening.

The pride of scholars, their education, forbids them from bowing to evil forces!

"Quickly use the amazing weather tool!"

Bear!

Flames shot into the sky, then coalesced into a gigantic fire dragon hundreds of meters long, coiling around its massive body and silently gazing down at the scholars below.

The scholars fell silent.

Abel, holding his beloved sword Ame no Habakiri, which was wreathed in flames, calmly said, "The phrase 'to act as a tiger's henchman' is well used. Whoever the Boss wants to be his henchman should eagerly agree."

What do you think?

The scholars all looked quite handsome.

"To join or to perish, that is the simple question."

Dylan said, "Are all these years of research going to go to waste? They are treasures of the world."

Having been taught by his boss, he knew exactly how to handle these simple, research-loving scholars.

Then.

"We surrender!"

He lowered his head.

Thus, Visalia was successfully acquired, and the floating Sky Island became the ship Abel and Dylan used for their return voyage.

It's very stable and comfortable, much more comfortable than when the two of them came here.

The speed is alright.

The island is entirely driven by the wind, and under normal circumstances, it simply drifts with the wind wherever it takes it. Only when they need to earn funding will the scholars manipulate the wind to determine the island's flight direction.

At this moment, under the orders of the two, the scholars began to generate wind at full speed, pushing the floating Sky Island to its limit.

However, the floating Sky Island did not return directly to the New World. Besides going back, there was another place it needed to go, and someone it needed to bring back.

The first half of the Grand Line, Paradise, Magno Island.

This island is a winter island, with a harsh climate and heavy snowfall all year round, covering the entire island in a layer of white.

Almost no one knows that beneath this nearly uninhabited island lies a sizable research facility.

This is the Marine Science Force Third Research Institute, a place where a large number of scholars have been quietly and diligently conducting research for a long time.

The man standing above all the scientists in this base was named "Dr. Caesar, no matter how I calculate the data here, it's wrong. Could you help me take a look?"

"Hehehe, you mediocre fool, go and reflect on your own stupidity. This genius has no time to waste on you!"

In a corridor of the research institute, a man with a pair of horns on his head floated in mid-air like a ghost when his colleague asked for help. He just looked at him with a mocking expression and showed no intention of helping. He then flew away on his own.

The scholar who had mustered the courage to ask him for help was left with a flushed face and a look of humiliation.

Behind him, another colleague walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "Everyone says Caesar is notoriously arrogant and only respects Dr. Vegapunk."

"I'm just unwilling to accept it---"

"Unwilling to accept it? Although he's not as good as Dr. Vegapunk, Caesar is still the undisputed number two in the Science Unit. What makes you so unwilling?"

The insulted scholar's face, which had been flushed red, finally turned pale upon hearing his colleague's words.

While not as brilliant as Vegapunk, Caesar was still a genius scientist beyond their reach.

Caesar Courland floated forward through the wide passageway.

Everyone he encountered along the way, whether scholars, guards, or sailors, greeted him respectfully.

Caesar's vanity was greatly satisfied, and his strange laughter echoed all the way.

Being transferred to the Third Research Institute doesn't seem so bad, does it?

He not only distanced himself from that annoying Vegapunk, but also became the head of the research institute, able to do whatever he wanted without anyone stopping him!

He was originally conducting research with Vegapunk on Punk Hazard in the New World, but the pirates' crazy actions shocked the World Government.

All the scholars were evacuated in an emergency, Punk Hazard was completely abandoned.

Upon returning to Paradise, all the scholars who had been evacuated from the New World were reassigned to other research institutes.

Caesar Clown was sent to the Third Research Institute because he had often clashed with Chief Scientist Vegapunk back in Punk Hazard, so this time, they were simply separated.

Caesar is currently quite satisfied with his life at the Third Research Institute.

What should we study next?

Vegapunk is researching Artificial Devil Fruit and Artificial Ancient Giant Tribe, so this genius can't fall behind!

Just as he was thinking that...

Boom!

The entire base shook violently.

"Ah?"

Caesar was taken aback.

An earthquake?

Then.

A sharp alarm suddenly sounded, and the red light emitted by the siren instantly turned the entire passageway bright red.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The announcer's terrified voice came over the loudspeaker, "It's... it's the Calamity Company! Bloody Hand Dylan, a high-ranking executive under Roa's command, has breached the port!"

"Ah!!"

Caesar was instantly dumbfounded.

Calamity Company?

How did those monsters end up here?!

Furthermore, did Bloody Hand Dylan, Roa's head butler, come in person?

No!

We have to run!

Caesar sped off towards his laboratory.

"Vice Admiral Nadley has gone to engage the enemy! The rest of you, please be prepared to take shelter at any time!"

The voice coming from the loudspeaker brought a slight sigh of relief to the anxious Caesar. No matter what, even if he couldn't win a fight, Vice Admiral could certainly buy him some time.

"Vice Admiral Nadley has been killed! All navy and guards, proceed to stop the enemy! Scholars, proceed to the second port immediately; the ships are ready!"

"What a waste!"

Caesar, listening to the broadcast, couldn't help but shout angrily, "Just one minute?"

Marine Vice Admiral, my foot! A complete piece of trash!

A certain area of the entire base.

The pterosaur, standing upright, casually flapped its wings, each flap Flying Slash shattered the surrounding walls and buildings.

"Aren't there any stronger guys out there?"

Dylan muttered to himself. Far behind him, a body bearing the rank of Vice Admiral, its shoulders severed at the waist, lay silently.

"But,"

He looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick layers of rock to reach the sky above the island. "That should be enough, right?"

The base's second port.

By this time, the place had become quite crowded. Terrified scholars and officials alike were desperately pushing forward, trying to get on the ship and escape as soon as possible.

With the Vice Admiral in charge here killed, who can possibly withstand that monster from the Calamity Company?

Staying here means certain death!

At this point, they didn't care about superiors or subordinates; they just pushed their way forward.

However, the more crowded it is, the harder it is for everyone to move forward.

And just at that moment.

"Whoosh! A bunch of mediocre people! You can keep pushing and shoving!"

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A humanoid gaseous figure flew overhead, uttering a mocking remark before landing directly on the deck of a ship on the outermost edge of the harbor. Before the packed luggage could even be unloaded, Caesar impatiently urged the sailors on deck, "What are you all standing around for! Get the ship moving and get this genius out of here!"

The soldiers were taken aback. "But Dr. Caesar, we still need to pick up other scholars."

Are you the only one who got on the ship?

"Enough with the nonsense! This is an order from your genius director!"

Caesar grabbed the naval soldier by the collar, angrily saying, "No one here has more authority than this genius!"

"All the mediocre people here combined are no match for a single hair on my head! If we delay any longer and I get killed, who will take responsibility?"

"Yes!"

The marine's face showed a struggle, but he finally nodded forcefully.

Dr. Caesar was indeed the highest-ranking officer in the institute, especially after Lieutenant Vice Admiral Nadley's death, when no one could check or balance him.

But if we lose even one ship, how many fewer people will be able to escape?

The marines didn't dare to think too much and immediately ordered the ship to set sail.

So the large ship slowly started moving and headed towards the tightly closed port gate not far away.

Meanwhile, on the shore, the crowded people also noticed this large ship that had set sail alone.

"Dr. Caesar! He ran away all by himself!"

"That damned Caesar! That ship could hold many more people!"

"Dr. Caesar has run away! This base is finished! Get out of the way! Let me on the ship!"

"Don't push, don't push—Waaaaaah!"

The port became even more chaotic.

And Caesar.

"Swoosh, hello...

Caesar stood triumphantly at the stern of the large ship, gazing at the chaotic harbor. "You will all stay and perish with this base."

The naval soldiers behind him had a look of utter disbelief on their faces.

This guy happens to be a genius scientist, and the government and the navy value him highly.

Regardless, the heavy port gates opened, and the ship sailed smoothly out of the port and into the open sea.

Caesar suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and shuddered.

He subconsciously looked up, and snowflakes began to fall in a flurry.

"It turns out it's snowing outside and the temperature is very low. This genius thought I was being targeted by some monster."

"The boss said that Caesar Cullen is a selfish, cowardly, and timid guy. If there's danger, he'll be the first to run away."

A voice, brimming with interest, drifted from the sky, "So, we devised this plan."

Caesar suddenly turned his head, "Who dares to speak ill of this genius?"

"Then it seems the plan was a success."

The newcomer flapped his wings and landed on the deck. "We meet again. Also, welcome to the Calamity Company, Caesar Cullen."

Caesar then got a clear look at the other person's appearance.

Brown skin, tattoos on the face, snow-white hair, and large wings.

Caesar's face twitched, and he was speechless.

After a long silence, a scream finally shattered the stillness of the heavy snow.

"Abel!!!"