"What a perfect masterpiece. I can hardly wait to turn you into my test subject."
Saint Saturn stood with a cane, a scar on his left cheek, white curls on his head, and a bushy white beard.
In his human-beast form, Saint Saturn had enormous black ox horns and the lower body of a spider, with black flame clouds circling his body.
His enlarged frame was every bit as massive as Typhon, who stood before him.
His gaze brimmed with admiration and desire as he looked at Typhon, yet a coldness lurked beneath it. He did not regard Typhon as a person at all.
As one of the Five Elders, the highest authorities of the World Government, Saint Saturn was also a top scientist—a fact few people knew.
He oversaw the research into Uranus, the World Government's research institutions, and the Navy's scientific base.
He held life in utter contempt, caring nothing for what became of the world or how many people died.
Even his words carried an air of lofty superiority. He cared nothing for the lives of the people on the seas, believing that no matter how many died, they would quickly breed more.
In terms of methods, he was the cruelest of the Five Elders and an embodiment of the Celestial Dragons' vile nature.
Of course, the Five Elders were fundamentally no different from one another.
They cared nothing for what happened to the seas. As long as they could preserve the World Government's rule over them, they would stop at nothing.
At the same time, Saint Saturn's abilities were more versatile. As a scientist, he had used his exceptional intellect to develop his Devil Fruit's powers to their utmost limits.
Typhon truly was a perfect organism, a test subject any scientist who had studied the human