Roy has suffered more fatal wounds in his life than most pirates have eaten meals.
His chest area alone was pierced multiple times.
He is not afraid of pain, nor is he afraid of getting hurt.
But to willingly lie on the operating table and have someone cut open your chest with a knife—that's completely different from fighting.
"Okay, I understand," Roy said. "Doctor, you can go back to your work now. I'll think about it some more."
Gracia glanced at him, a hint of understanding flashing in her eyes behind her reading glasses.
He didn't say anything more, picked up the report on the table, turned around, and walked out.
He paused at the door, turned back, and said:
"Captain, feel free to contact me anytime if you have any new ideas."
However, don't drag it out for too long.
The first batch of cloned hearts has been cultured, but they only have a shelf life of one month.
After the doctor left, Roy sat alone in his office, his fingers tapping faster and faster on the desk.
He went through all the possible alternatives in his mind.
Using the power of Devil Fruit?
No, no fruit can make organs grow out of thin air.
Using scientific methods?
Cloned hearts are currently the most advanced medical technology.
Using Haki? Haki can be used for fighting and defense, but I've never heard of anyone using Haki to grow a heart inside their body.
After much thought, it seems there's really no other way but to obediently lie on the operating table.
Just as Roy was staring blankly at the ceiling, the office door was suddenly pushed open and slammed against the wall with a loud bang.
Tezzolo burst in,
"Boss!"
Tesoro started yelling as soon as he walked in.
"Those kids are crazy!"
Roy sat up straight in his chair, raising an eyebrow as he looked at him.
"Those Supernovas!"
Tesoro slammed his hand on the table, making the coffee cup jump.
"The newcomers who emerged after the Paramount War two years ago seem to have all conspired to enter the New World at the same time recently."
The intelligence reports have piled up higher than a person these past two days; just yesterday, seven outposts reported being attacked by Supernovas.
He pulled a crumpled intelligence report from his pocket and spread it on the table.
The intelligence report listed more than a dozen names, each followed by their recent activity trajectory and the damage they had caused.
"That madman Kid smashed up three warehouses in the food court the day before yesterday and stole a batch of weapons."
Apoo got into a shootout with gangsters in the entertainment district, and they destroyed half the street.
Hawkins went even further, taking his divination team to occupy the abandoned Navy G-5 Branch, claiming he was going to conduct some kind of prophetic experiment there.
And then there's Capone Bege, who brought the West Blue gangster system to the New World, and now he has thousands of men under his command.
Tesoro finished speaking in one breath, took a breath, and looked up at Roy:
"Boss, these ignorant brats think the New World is an amusement Paradise, they just come in and start causing chaos."
"Should I take a few people out and teach them a lesson?"
Roy did not answer immediately.
He looked at the intelligence report on the table, his gaze sweeping over the names listed.
Kid, Apoo, Hawkins, Capone Bege... these are all familiar names.
Two years ago in the Sabaody Archipelago, this group of Supernovas gathered at the same time, just in time for the unfortunate day when Kizaru came to clear the area.
When the Paramount War broke out, the world's attention was focused on Marineford, and no one cared about the whereabouts of these newcomers.
Two years have passed, and these guys have made quite a name for themselves in the first half of the Grand Line. Now they can't wait any longer and are ready to venture into the New World.
Normally, Roy would definitely have seriously considered Tesoro's suggestion.
The New World is now Hachinosu's territory. A group of newcomers have run in and started fires everywhere. It wouldn't be right not to teach them a lesson.
Bullet has been incredibly bored lately. Sending him out to beat up a few Supernovas would both intimidate others and deplete Bullet's excess energy—a win-win situation.
But Roy's mind wasn't on that at all right now.
As he looked at the names on the intelligence report, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
Trafalgar Law.
Captain of the Heart Pirates, Devil Fruit User.
Two years ago, he and Luffy caused a huge uproar in the Sabaody Archipelago, and after the Paramount War, he also entered the New World.
His bounty has multiplied several times in the past two years, and he roams the waters of the New World, reportedly always looking for trouble with Doflamingo.
The Op-Op Fruit.
Roy suddenly stood up from his chair, startling Tesoro.
"Boss?"
"You're right."
Roy slammed his hand on the table, his expression completely different from before.
"These kids really need to be disciplined."
Tesoro immediately perked up, golden arcs of electricity crackling and leaping twice at his fingertips:
"Should I go get someone right now? Bullet would definitely be happy to do so—"
"No need," Roy interrupted him, "I'll do it myself."
Tesoro was stunned.
Why would the captain of Hachinosu need to personally intervene to deal with just a few Supernovas?
Roy didn't explain. He had already pulled a Den Den Mushi from the drawer and was rapidly pressing the number keys.
Trafalgar Law.
The boy I saved in the North Blue years ago later stayed on Hachinosu for a while, underwent bloodline modification, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds.
Later, he chose to go to sea alone and formed the Heart Pirates, making him a half-one of the crew who came from Hachinosu.
With the power of the Op-Op Fruit, a heart transplant is child's play.
In the original work, Law can precisely remove internal organs, replace limbs, and even exchange his personality using the power of the Op-Op Fruit.
For him, transplanting a few cloned hearts would probably be simpler than removing an appendix.
And most importantly—Roy came from Hachinosu, so Roy had complete confidence in having him perform the surgery.
The Den Den Mushi rang.
The call was quickly answered, and Luo's voice came through the receiver, carrying his usual calmness and a hint of surprise.
" Roy is in charge? That's really rare. You actually contacted me first."
Roy didn't mince words and went straight to the point. "Roy, where are you right now?"
"Near Punk Hazard."
"Put aside what you're doing and go back to Hachinosu. I need your Op-Op Fruit ability for something."
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the Den Den Mushi.
Luo didn't ask what it was about, nor why he had to go. He simply replied with a single word.
"Good."
The call has ended.
Tesoro stood to the side, watching with a blank expression as Roy put the Den Den Mushi back into the drawer.
He picked up the coffee cup on the table, took a sip, and wore a relaxed expression as if he had solved a major problem.
"Boss?" Tesoro tentatively asked, "About the Supernovas..."
"Oh, that one."
Roy put down his coffee cup and casually said, "Just handle it yourself, no need to ask me."
Tesoro opened his mouth, as if to say something, but seeing that Roy had already begun to look down at other documents,
Clearly, his mind was no longer on those Supernovas.
Tesoro shook his head, muttered something, and turned to leave the office to arrange matters concerning the Supernovas.
I was still wondering to myself—she was just looking worried about the heart surgery, how come she's suddenly in a better mood?
Of course, he had no idea what Roy had thought of in that brief moment.
It's a method that completely avoids having to lie on the operating table and have your abdomen cut open.
The Op-Op Fruit.
Roy leaned back in his chair, a slow smile spreading across his face.
Trafalgar Rona, that kid, I never imagined he'd come in so handy today when I casually saved him back then.