Who told him to become the Pirate King!

Discussions regarding the new Naval Headquarters have temporarily come to an end.

Zephyr seems to disagree with the "new naval headquarters construction strategy" of "seizing the G1 branch".

But Storm had already made up his mind.

He's got his eye on the G1 branch, and neither Sengoku nor Zephyr could stop him—it's his decision!

Immediately afterwards, the "Marshal Candidates" and "Admirals" surrounded their "Marshal" and entered Laboratory Number One on Punk Hazard Island to find Vegapunk.

After not seeing him for a while, Storm felt that Vegapunk's head seemed to have gotten even bigger.

"Dr. Vegapunk."

Storm looked at Vegapunk's "super-sized head" and his "slender body" with a subtle expression.

"I think you should probably move your previous 'beheading plan' forward a bit?"

With Vegapunk's physical abilities, he could probably handle a head that big...

Storm was genuinely worried that this "first genius of the sea" might accidentally break his neck.

"Ah, that's true!"

Vegapunk stuck out his tongue and gently stroked the back of his neck a few times.

"However, removing the head carries significant surgical risks."

Everyone listened to the conversation between Storm and Vegapunk, their faces filled with confusion.

"Beheading," "brain removal"—

Isn't this topic a bit too crazy?

"Vegapunk".

Kizaru cut straight to the point, speaking with a serious expression.

"Whose head is Storm referring to when he says 'beheading'? It can't be Big Mom, can it?"

"Of course it's not Big Mom! But Big Mom's body is definitely here with me -..—·"

As Vegapunk continued talking, he was distracted by his research work, but eventually got back on track under Kizaru's watchful eye.

"Actually, I cut off my own head!"

As soon as Vegapunk finished speaking, Zephyr and the others looked shocked.

"What?!"

"Oh, this!"

"This is absolutely insane!"

"Won't I die?"

Upon hearing the last sentence, Vegapunk waved his hands repeatedly.

"I won't die, and I won't start the surgery now—"

"Actually, if Dr. Vegapunk doesn't mind, I can recommend a very professional surgeon to you."

Despite the strange looks from the group of naval leaders, Storm calmly spoke.

"He is also my subordinate, Trafalgar Law, a user of the Paramecia-type Op-Op Fruit."

"I brought Luo from the North Sea to the New World. He is now on the floating island in the sky—I call it the 'Sky Garden'."

[Paranoia-type Devil Fruit]?

The name of this famous Devil Fruit had just appeared.

This caused a minor ripple within the laboratory.

Of all those present, only Yi Xiao was a "free spirit".

The others—Zeff, Kizaru, Aokiji, and Vegapunk—all possessed a wealth of classified information.

This naturally includes the [surgery result].

The "battle for the fruits of surgery" that took place in Beihai a few years ago was kept under a high level of secrecy.

Zephyr and the others were not involved in that transaction, nor did they know the exact whereabouts of the [Operation Fruit].

However, they at least knew one thing: in legends, the user of the "Op-Op Fruit" could perform an "immortality surgery."

Grant the recipient eternal life!

Through the ages.

"Immortality" is something that countless ambitious people dream of.

Now, that user of the "Op-Op Fruit" has actually been recruited by Storm to serve under the Demon King...

A faint ripple stirred in the hearts of Zephyr and several other new naval leaders.

Is Storm seeking immortality?

Vegapunk didn't have such complicated thoughts. He gently rubbed the back of his neck, a look of joy on his face.

"I've studied the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia and have some understanding of the [Op-Op Fruit]'s abilities—that [Op-Op Fruit] should be able to perform cuts without causing injury, right?"

"That's true."

Storm nodded calmly.

He stretched out his right hand and gestured a few times on his forehead.

"Luo can cut off your head, Doctor, without shedding a drop of blood or affecting you in any way. To be precise, it won't have any negative impact on you; it will only reduce the stress on your body."

This is indeed the power of the [Op-Op Fruit].

Otherwise, why would so many people call it the "ultimate Devil Fruit"?

If it weren't for Storm's lack of understanding of Law's progress in developing his "Op-Op Fruit".

He could even suggest something like "changing Vegapunk's soul" at this point.

Exchange consciousness, exchange souls, exchange bodies—"

The [Operation Fruit] can also do this!

Extracting Vegapunk's soul separately would also be a good approach.

"Hahaha!"

Vegapunk laughed happily.

"This is indeed great news!"

"My head is definitely getting bigger, and the pressure on my neck and spine is increasing."

"Stroh, thank you. Please arrange a meeting with that Mr. 'Lo' for me later!"

"no problem!"

Storm readily agreed and finalized the matter.

He then nudged Zephyr next to him, urging the old marine to get a physical exam.

Vegapunk glanced at Zephyr, his gaze fixed on his right arm, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

"General Zephyr, your arm—is it a new arm, a disguise, or 'limb regeneration'?"

"It was Storm who helped heal him, Doctor."

Zephyr treated Vegapunk with great respect.

"However, I am still very grateful to the Special Science Class for their help in building that robotic arm, the 'Crusher+'..."

The robotic arm "crusher" that Zephyr had before was indeed the result of research by the Navy's Special Science Team.

However, it had always been an "experimental model" before.

It wasn't until Storm sculpted several "clay arms" for Zeff that the mechanical arm became a "crusher."

Only then did he gradually "retire".

Now, let alone.

Zefa doesn't need to wear a mechanical arm anymore.

Vegapunk nodded slightly and quickly led Zephyr through a comprehensive physical examination.

With the medical expertise of this "top genius of the ocean," the problem was quickly identified.

"My arm looks like it was reborn—what an amazing Devil Fruit!"

Vegapunk first looked at the test results of Zephyr's right arm—one of the areas he had been focusing on.

"Storm's [Clay-Clay Fruit] seems to have much greater potential than I previously anticipated—"

A thought flashed through Vegapunk's mind.

Only then did he begin to examine Zefa's lesions.

"Well, in terms of specific symptoms, Dr. Zephyr, the root of your illness lies in your lungs; the rest of your body is perfectly healthy."

Vegapunk glanced at the test results in his hand and explained them in simple terms.

"There are many shadows on your lungs and trachea—General Zephyr, your symptoms when you had an attack should be similar to 'asthma,' right? Shortness of breath, chest tightness, and in severe cases, coughing up blood."

Zephyr nodded heavily. "That's true."

"Yes, it's okay, this illness is treatable."

Vegapunk smiled and put down the test results in his hand.

"As long as we give you a new lung and a new trachea, General Zephyr, it will be a bit troublesome, but not too much trouble."

really?

Zephyr looked at Vegapunk in disbelief.

A lung transplant sounds incredibly difficult!

"Teacher Zephyr, what a pity~"

Kizaru grimaced and deliberately let out a long sigh.

"Vegapunk can actually cure your illness—"

"You bastard!"

Zephyr glared at Kizaru, but didn't say anything more. Instead, he looked at Vegapunk and asked, "Doctor, will my illness be difficult to treat? Mainly because I have a lot of other work to do..."

"It's a bit of a hassle for me, but not for you."

Vegapunk shook his head and led Zephyr to another set of medical equipment.

"I need to collect some of your body cells to clone a few lungs and a few sets of breathing tubes for you."

"Once these artificial organs have fully developed, only a minor surgery will be needed, followed by observation."

There aren't any other problems.

Speaking of which...

Bonney's treatment of her Jade Scales was somewhat similar to the procedure described by Vegapunk.

all in all.

Vegapunk, masters of cutting-edge technology!

Zephyr was a roughneck who didn't understand anything about "cloning technology," but he still had great faith in Vegapunk's abilities.

After Zefa's body data was collected.

Vegapunk gave a few more instructions.

"From today onwards, Admiral Zephyr should no longer participate in any battles and should avoid strenuous exercise as much as possible."

Zefa opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to refuse.

As a naval officer, how can one avoid battle?

But at that moment...

Zefa glanced warily at the people beside him out of the corner of his eye.

Storm, Borsalino, Kuzan, and a smile.

With these four people around, it seems, perhaps, and probably is true that Zephyr doesn't need to participate in any intense battles.

Furthermore, Zephyr's current position is "New Fleet Admiral".

What are the duties of a marshal?

He mainly stayed at the Navy Headquarters, basically far away from the front line of combat.

Zefa felt inexplicably melancholy.

"I understand, Doctor."

After the inspection, the group of naval personnel left the First Research Institute in a swift and efficient manner.

Storm and the others all wore happy expressions.

If Zefa's illness can be cured, that's good!

The newly established navy faces a myriad of tasks and issues to address.

All of this is inseparable from the "Fleet Admiral"!

Zefa's melancholy came and went quickly; once he left the research institute, he was filled with anticipation for the future.

New Navy.

A new navy that only believes in justice.

It will surely cleanse the sea of ​​all its sins!

"Teacher Zefa—no, Marshal Zefa."

Storm checked the time and took the initiative to extend an invitation.

"Let's celebrate the formation of the new navy!"

"Let's have a banquet! Let's have a banquet!"

"Discipline! Observe the discipline!"

Zefa frowned and emphasized.

"Only pirates like to hold banquets."

"However, we do need to have a small celebration."

The new navy is established, congratulations! Coca-Cola.

Next, there's the issue of the new Naval Headquarters!