Roy waved his hand, signaling them to be quiet.
"The first stage isn't over yet."
He looked at Yamato.
Yamato and unleashed his Conqueror's Haki once more.
This time, it's even stronger than before!
Dark red arcs of electricity raged through the crowd like a mad dragon!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Many more people fainted.
This time I was genuinely dizzy, not faking it.
Roy glanced at it and nodded secretly.
About half of the people can withstand Yamato's Conqueror's Haki.
These people are truly capable; they've managed to venture from Four Blues to the New World and then travel thousands of miles to Hachinosu.
"Second stage."
Roy raised his hand, activating his Telekinesis--
Gravitational field, covering the entire area!
boom--!!!
Everyone felt a sudden heaviness in their bodies, as if a huge mountain had been placed on their backs.
Some gritted their teeth and persevered, some trembled with fear, and some simply collapsed to the ground.
Roy kept increasing the gravity.
double.
three times.
Five times.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
More and more people couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Seven times.
Eight times.
ten times.
When gravity is increased tenfold, less than 10% of the people in the field will still be standing.
Some of those who lay down were still conscious and tried to get up, but their bodies wouldn't obey them. Others simply passed out, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.
Roy didn't stop.
Eleven times.
Twelve times.
Fifteen times.
The number of people still standing in the arena dwindled. Some tried to use their Armament Haki, but the gravity was too terrifying, and even Armament Haki couldn't hold up.
Roy looked at those who were still persevering, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
Those who have survived this long all have good potential.
He withdrew the gravitational field.
Those who were still standing suddenly felt a lightness in their bodies, and some collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
Roy glanced at the people still standing—about a dozen or so.
"You few, stay. The rest of you—"
He pointed to those that could withstand less than ten times the force of gravity.
"Hand it over to the captains of the gene-engineered soldiers. Tell them to train hard; there will be other opportunities in the future."
"Yes!"
A dozen or so captains selected by Bullet stepped forward and assigned these people to various squads.
Those who were chosen to join the various squads were either excited or frustrated, but no one dared to say anything.
As for those who couldn't even withstand Yamato's Conqueror's Haki--
"Incorporate them into peripheral forces."
Roy said calmly,
"Responsible for patrolling, transportation, and logistics. Good performance will have opportunities for promotion."
Those people breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement.
Roy looked at the dozen or so people who had withstood fifteen times the force of gravity and beckoned.
"You guys, come here."
A dozen or so people rushed over and stood in front of the platform.
Roy glanced at them; there were men and women, young and old, but each of them had a calm demeanor and sharp eyes.
"From today onwards, you can train in the gravity chamber. Six Powers, swordsmanship, Haki will all be taught to you."
"I hope you can surprise me soon."
The dozen or so people were so excited that their faces turned red, and they all knelt down on one knee.
"Thank you, Captain!"
Roy waved his hand. "Get up."
He turned and left the training field.
Behind them, the new recruits were being led to their respective camps by the genetically engineered soldiers.
After the selection process was completed, Hachinosu began a large-scale reorganization.
Those who couldn't even withstand Yamato's Conqueror's Haki were incorporated into the peripheral forces.
They were the largest group, and while their strength was average, they were still able to travel from Four Blues to the New World, making them much stronger than ordinary people.
Roy gave them a choice—to fly the Roy Pirates ' flag and take on odd jobs, patrols, transport, and logistics.
To put it bluntly, it's just manual labor.
But these people aren't stupid.
Flying the Roy Pirates ' flag signifies being under the protection of Hachinosu.
In the New World, this flag is more effective than anything else.
As for doing manual labor? Well, I'll do it. It's better than being chased by the navy.
So these people happily received the flags and were assigned to various posts.
Some went to the port to unload cargo, some went to patrol the sea area, and some went to deliver supplies to the training ground.
Although they were doing odd jobs, everyone had a smile on their face.
Those who withstood Yamato Conqueror's Haki but not ten times the force of gravity received much better treatment.
This group makes up about 50% of the population, and their numbers are considerable; they will be the main force of Hachinosu in the future.
Roy put him under the training of genetically engineered soldiers.
"Practice hard. If you practice well, you'll be eligible for Bloodline Transplantation."
Then, this group of people began their hellish days.
Every day I'm dragged out of bed before dawn to do weighted running laps, push-ups, squats, sparring... After a whole set, I'm exhausted like a dead dog.
Some complained, some wanted to run, but under the watchful eyes of the genetically engineered soldiers around them, no one dared to move.
"Want to get stronger? Then train! If you don't want to train, get the hell out of here!"
Nobody's leaving.
Who doesn't have ambition to venture into New World?
The opportunity is right in front of us; only a fool would give it up.
As for the dozen or so who withstood fifteen times the force of gravity, they received the best treatment.
Roy granted them special privileges—they could train in the gravity chamber, receive instruction from dedicated instructors on the Six Powers and Haki, and have the opportunity to learn swordsmanship and physical combat.
A dozen or so people were so excited they almost jumped for joy.
These people each have their own unique skills, Roy had them carefully recorded in detail their fighting styles and areas of expertise in order to train them in the future.
The reorganization lasted a full week.
Once everyone was settled, Roy gathered the core members together and officially announced the structure of Hachinosu.
The core members include: Roy, Bullet, Hawk Eyes, Red Count, Tesoro, Crocodile, Kuma, Kyros, Moria, Savi, Charon, Pea, Yamato, Enel, Lucci, Kaku, Bruno, Blueno, Jabra, Van Lafitte Jesus Burgess Van Augur, and several female members.
These individuals enjoy perfect Bloodline Transplantation, top-tier Devil Fruit, and supreme command, making them the absolute pillars of the Roy Pirates.
Official members: Ten elite gene soldier captains personally selected and trained by Bullet, and each captain leading five hundred gene soldiers, totaling fifteen thousand people.
These individuals enjoy regular Bloodline Transplantation, basic Haki training, exclusive equipment, and the right to receive Devil Fruit.
Reserve members: Those pirates who withstood Yamato's Conqueror's Haki but not ten times the force of gravity become reserve genetic soldiers after training.
Those who perform well will have the opportunity to qualify for Bloodline Transplantation in the future.
Peripheral forces: Those who can't even withstand Yamato 'Yamato Conqueror's Haki are responsible for patrolling, transportation, logistics, and other miscellaneous tasks. They fly the Roy Pirates ' flag and enjoy the protection of Hachinosu.
After announcing the framework, Roy then announced the rules for Hachinosu.
The indiscriminate killing of innocent people is prohibited.
Attacks on the residents of Hachinosu are prohibited.
Internal strife and private feuds are prohibited.
Betrayal is forbidden.
Those who disobey will be executed.
"There aren't many rules, but you must remember every single one." Roy looked around, his voice calm. "If you break one, there's no second chance."
No one dared to speak.
After the reorganization, the Roy Pirates ' strength increased several times over.
It officially controls more than fifty islands, with a total military force exceeding 20,000 and more than 100 warships.
This scale has already subtly surpassed that of the other four Great Sea Emperors.
When the news spread, the entire ocean was shaken.
Whitebeard remained silent.
The Golden Lion pretended not to hear.
Big Mom smashed another set of furniture.
On the naval side, Sengoku looked at the intelligence report, his face ashen, but there was nothing he could do.
The landscape of the New World is quietly changing.