One Piece: The story was spoiled for Im Saint right from the start.

For a long time.

Sumer gritted his teeth and used all his strength to slowly support himself, his arms and legs trembling as if he were shaking, but in the end he was still pressed firmly to the ground.

Under the pressure of sixteen times the normal gravity, every movement he made required a great deal of physical strength.

Even though they managed to stand up, taking a single step was incredibly difficult.

Is the limit sixteen times?

Sumer was not very satisfied with the result, considering that he could now easily manipulate pirates with bounties of hundreds of millions of Berries.

He is also a Devil Fruit user.

A mere sixteen times the force of gravity was enough to restrain him.

His initial estimate was that it could withstand fifty times the power!

I never imagined I'd be so terrible.

I don't know.

Sumer's calculation was completely wrong.

He possesses the ability to foresee the future through Observation Haki, and also has an indestructible defense against historical texts.

With just these two abilities, not to mention pirates with bounties of hundreds of millions of Berries, even pirates with bounties of billions of Berries could not do anything to him on the high seas.

Only top-tier experts who have mastered the techniques of Observation Kill, Conqueror's Haki Entanglement, and Armed Haki Internal Destruction can possibly defeat him.

For top-tier experts, the ability to foresee the future using Observation Haki is not that difficult to deal with.

On the contrary, it is historical text defense.

However, the indestructibility of the historical texts is not invincible. Although they are said to be indestructible, the Kozuki clan can still carve words on them.

Therefore, it cannot be ruled out that there are other ways to leave traces in historical texts.

Furthermore, the "domineering aura" thing is a bug, and Oda might just patch it up later.

For example, domineering energy can break down molecular structures.

In short.

The indestructibility of historical texts is not "absolute" in the true sense.

Because there are no absolutes in the rules governing the operation of everything in the universe.

"Master, Pythagoras has arrived!"

Just as Sumer was about to double the gravity, Robin interrupted him.

Pythagoras arrived.

York also took this opportunity to order the gravity chamber to return to normal.

"Pythagoras, can you invent a portable gravity device for cultivation?!"

Gravity returned to normal.

All the pressure disappeared.

Sumer felt a sense of relief. He looked at Pythagoras, who was bowing, and asked directly.

Pythagoras, representing Vegapunk's "intelligence," has the appearance of a robot.

Unlike York, it is a human form with flesh and blood.

His head is decorated with a wind-up ornament, his body is mainly red, and the character "知" (zhi) is printed on his chest.

Through transformation, the head can also have separate hands and feet, and even move independently.

"Your Majesty, Sumerian Saint, you may!"

Pythagoras nodded; this was not a difficult task for him.

"How long will it take to get it done?"

"Just one night!"

Sumer, who had been stretching, suddenly looked up at Pythagoras, whose six words were full of confidence and arrogance.

Are all genius scientists this extraordinary?

Sumer was prepared to wait for a month, or even a year or three years!

I never expected Pythagoras to be so arrogant!

"Then I'll wait for your good news."

"That's right!"

"Make more, my men need it too!"

"Yes."

141. Conqueror's Haki

Banks restricted area.

A large research institute was destroyed, leaving behind ruins and corpses everywhere!

Rob Lucci, Kaku, and Jabra remained in their full beast forms, all of them bearing injuries.

However, these injuries are easily healed by those of Zoan-type Devil Fruit users, who can recover by eating more meat and resting for a while.

aside.

The owl, Mr. Tanaka, and the lion were all a bit disheveled, covered in snow.

The lion's long hair was tied to a woman with a graceful and sexy figure.

It was Monet, Caesar Clown's secretary, but that was her public identity. Her true identity was actually a subordinate of Donquixote Doflamingo, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

It was Doflamingo who sent him to monitor Caesar Clown.

Furthermore, Monet is a Logia-type Devil Fruit user – the Snow-Snow Fruit.

Because it wasn't two years later, and they hadn't met Trafalgar Law yet, they hadn't been transformed into a bird-faced human with bird limbs.

"Whoosh!"

"cough cough..."

"Who are you? How dare you attack the Bank Zone? Do you even know who I am?!"

On the blood-stained ground.

Caesar Courland, covered in dust and blood trickling from his mouth, stared at Rob Lucci and his group with great apprehension.

He was surrounded.

To his surprise, Monet also lost.

These guys who invaded Bank's restricted area are all very powerful, especially the pigeon guy who's leading them.

Caesar Courant, who called himself a genius scientist.

He is an extremely crazy, cruel, arrogant, cunning, insidious, bullying-the-weak-and-cowardly, cowardly-and-fearful person.

If someone seizes your vital points, you won't dare to act rashly, and you'll even beg for mercy and obey their orders.

They are easily surprised and often make exaggerated expressions.

His unique laugh is a whoosh.

He was the founder of the research team NEO MADS, and a member of the original research team MADS and the World Government Science Class.

He once worked with Vegapunk, ranked second in the science class, and was known as the "supreme authority on weapons of mass destruction".

He was arrested for causing a scientific weapon explosion in the Bank Exclusion Zone, but after escaping, he returned to the Bank Exclusion Zone to conduct secret research.

They are Gas People who ate the Natural-type Gas Fruit.

The bounty is 3 million Berries.

Gabra stuck out his long tongue and licked the gleaming wolf claws, his eyes filled with danger as he uttered Caesar's identity.

This was told to them by the Sumerian saint.

“You you you€€€€”

Who are you?!

Caesar Courland's face was stiff, his expression contorted.

His eyes widened in disbelief and terror, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to his temples.

Did this guy install a surveillance camera on him?

How do you know him so well?