Preparations for Exploring the New World!

Red Line, RL1556 District.

"What did you say!!"

An extremely sharp, almost screaming sound echoed throughout the No. 0001 Star Gate Base, its penetrating power unable to stop even the fully enclosed electrical gates.

Caesar Clown was furious, extremely furious. He gritted his teeth, his chest heaving, and his brownish-yellow pupils glared fiercely at the government official who had come to deliver the message.

"I've only just entered another world, and the next in-depth investigation is about to begin. Now you want me to return to Impel Down!"

Am I insane, or are you all insane?!

But the man in black opposite him looked at him coldly and said, "You are only sixteen years old and just a student in the School of Biochemical Academy of Sciences. You are not qualified to be involved in what follows. We will ask your teacher, Professor Fritz, to take charge of the biochemical work here."

"No, I don't want to, I don't want to go back!" Caesar's face was full of resentment, his fists clenched tightly.

"There's something else they asked me to convey to you."

Caesar abruptly raised his head and hurriedly asked, "What is it? Speak quickly!"

"Once you've researched the 'Shinokuni' and the 'Ice Oni,' and solved Amber Lead Syndrome, you will be the next director of the Biochemical Research Institute, leading the World Government's highest-level biochemical missions."

After saying this, the man turned and left without uttering another word, leaving Caesar standing there, struggling with his dilemma, hesitating and wavering, before finally letting out a long sigh and following him.

"Whoosh, I never thought that what's holding me back would be my age. Fine, so what if it's Amber Lead Syndrome? I'll show you how to solve it!"

This was what the young Caesar was thinking at that very moment. He was so confident and full of vigor, believing himself to be the most brilliant genius in the world!

After Caesar Courland left, others naturally came in.

[Swish--]

After a few beeping sounds, the outermost gate of the base quickly opened to both sides, and then ten cool men and women dressed in black suits appeared before everyone in their respective positions.

A quick glance revealed five men and five women, a very balanced group. Nine of them stood in a row behind a silver-haired man wearing blue diamond earrings and Red Eye.

"CP9 is here!"

The base security was handled by the Army armed with automatic rifles and CP8 members dressed in black. The latter reacted the most strongly upon seeing these ten men make their grand entrance.

Although CP8 and CP9 differ by only one letter and one digit in number.

However, the former's duty is political protection, which is essentially high-level bodyguards, while the latter is a true assassination force, a place only the elite of the elite can enter!

"Captain Laskey, this way please. I will now lead you to your respective rooms and explain the details of this mission," the government official who had previously persuaded Caesar Cullen to turn back said politely as he approached.

"Lead the way."

Laskey raised his chin and replied, then stepped out in his gleaming leather boots, showing no signs of unease about being in an unfamiliar place. However, his sharp pupils, hidden behind his Red Eye, were quickly scanning the surrounding environment and the distribution of people.

Just as CP9 and the others had walked halfway, they heard a beeping sound behind them, and then the door opened again. This made Laskey stop and look back. The nine members behind him immediately stood on both sides, ensuring that his view was not obstructed in the slightest.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

As a 2.5-meter-tall man with slicked-back hair and a black overcoat draped over his shoulders appeared, a sickeningly loud, guttural laugh began to echo throughout the base.

"I don't know what you want me to do, but this place is nice, I like it a lot. At least I can take a hot shower, right?"

"'Sand Crocodile' Crocodile," a female member of CP9 whispered, revealing the person's identity.

"What's he doing here? Isn't this supposed to be a top-secret, high-level base? And he's handcuffed. Did he come to the wrong place?" another male member sneered.

At this moment, the man in black who had led the way gave a reminder with an expressionless face.

"This Mr. Crocodile will be traveling to the same mission area as you all. You can exchange information with each other later."

"What?"

The CP9 members were taken aback by this, even the usually cool Laskey frowned slightly and asked, "What is our mission this time, and why do we need the assistance of a One Piece?"

"Mission details will be explained later, but I need to correct you on one point: Mr. Crocodile is not here to assist you; he will simply be heading to the same area as you at the same time."

Laskey nodded and said coldly, "Continue leading the way!"

"OK."

Behind them, Crocodile's gaze also fell upon CP9, after all, their auras were the strongest among them.

Especially that arrogant guy with the blue diamond earrings; judging from his aura alone, he was no weaker than I am now.

Ten minutes later.

After confirming their respective rooms, the CP9 members gathered together and sat on sofas in a large hall, with coffee, red wine, black tea, and other drinks that had just been brought to them by waiters in front of them.

"Speak."

Laskey gently picked up the Hari and swirled the whiskey mixed with ice inside.

"Okay, to make it easier to understand, please take a look at this intelligence document first."

The government personnel in charge of managing the base personally handed ten documents, which were given to them by their subordinates, to each CP9 member.

As the first person to receive it, Laskey silently lowered his head to read it, but as he looked at it, his expression began to falter, and his eyes trembled violently.

What did he see?

Another world, a truly New World!

Their mission this time was to delve into the interior of an unknown world, gather all the intelligence useful to the World Government, and do their utmost to send the intelligence back to this base.

To be honest, not only him, but all the CP9 members were also stunned. If there hadn't been a problem with where they were, they would have definitely wondered if this person was joking with them.

However, Laskey quickly composed himself and continued reading.

According to what is written here, no dangerous creatures or unusual situations were found within 500 meters of the entrance called Star Gate.

This was a slight relief.

But the most important piece of information is that they have already conducted communication tests with Den Den Mushi, and that Den Den Mushi can be used normally in another world, which is of great help to them.

"I believe you have all read the information. Divide into five groups of one man and one woman. Once you leave the peninsula region of the other world, you will infiltrate in different directions. If you encounter any strange creatures or intelligent life, please contact the base while ensuring your own safety."

"What about supplies and equipment? What can we bring?" Laskey asked expressionlessly.

"Five days' worth of compressed rations and three days' worth of fresh water. You may also bring an automatic pistol with five magazines, five grenades, a compass, and a handy weapon."

"Daggers, two for each person," Lars gave a direct answer, without asking the other members, and none of them raised any objections.

"OK."

"Now can you tell me why Crocodile came in with us?"

After the dinner, I managed to write one chapter, but I'm out of time. I'll post the remaining two chapters this afternoon. Also, I hope all my readers can understand the difficulty of pleasing everyone. I can't possibly write something that satisfies everyone, so I can only focus on writing according to my own ideas and pace.

Let me also explain the issue of Imu's identity. In my understanding, the protagonist's first identity is Lord Imu, who is primarily divine and must maintain an air of mystery and aloofness, considering everything from the perspective of his own interests and those of the World Government. His second identity is Saint Nerona, which is more human. Under this identity, he will appear more relaxed and focus on enjoying himself. Please do not confuse the two identities and apply the second identity to the first.

Also, the protagonist is just a normal person, not someone particularly powerful in his previous life, so please don't compare him to Aizen.

I admit, I couldn't write a character like Aizen either. Sorry, my skill level is limited, even though I haven't watched many Shinigami.