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Just as the two were walking towards the very end of the auction house, the entire auction house instantly erupted in chaos. Everyone was rushing towards the exit; the navy was about to surround the place, and they didn't want to die here!

At that moment, Saint Roswald picked up his spear and began firing at the Straw Hat Boy, shouting, "You lowly commoner, how dare you lay a hand on my son!"

"I'll show you what happens when you lay a hand on the descendants of the creator of this world!"

"Excuse me, excuse me." Yarman casually pushed aside the people blocking their way and slowly walked to the front of the flying fish. Looking at the still unconscious flying fish, he curiously poked it. "A hybrid of biological and mechanical, what an amazing creature. By the way, what does it eat again?"

Gasoline or fish food?

Why can't we eat them all?

"You're right! Let me record its body structure!"

While the two were engrossed in studying the flying fish, a fight broke out on the scene.

Chapter 72: Im's Apology

"This is much more interesting than the auction just now!" Yarman, sitting on the flying fish, casually tossed aside the guards flying towards him. Looking at the crowd fighting not far away, he clapped his hands with interest. "Look at them, they're all young and promising warriors!"

“Yes, yes,” Mostima sat to the side, casually echoing.

“But they might not be able to leave.” Yarman sat on the flying fish, quietly watching the crowd fighting in front of him. His senses told him that the Five Elders had arrived at the door. Although he didn’t know how they got here so quickly, he didn’t need to worry about it.

"Sizzle~~~~"

The auction house doors opened, and five old men slowly walked in, followed by a large number of CP0 members. Upon seeing Yarman sitting on the flying fish, the five immediately rushed over.

"Mr. Yarman, who has offended you?"

“Those are the three Celestial Dragons.” Yarman calmly pointed to Saint Charlos lying on the ground not far away, and Saint Roswald sitting in the booth. “They publicly insulted my wife and shot me in the back when I walked over here. What crime do you think that constitutes?”

Seeing the black bullet that Yarman had thrown to the ground, the five elders with the curled mustache quickly stepped forward and said respectfully, "Please rest assured, we will handle this matter properly and give you an explanation!"

"Take those three back to me!" The bespectacled Five Elders waved to the CP0 agents behind him. The group of CP0 agents immediately stepped forward, ignoring the struggles of the men, forcibly lifted them up, and sent them directly to the waiting prison van outside the auction house, before taking them away.

The goatee-bearded Five Elders walked up to the two men, bowed to them, and said softly, "Lord Yarman, Lady Mostima, Lord Im was completely unaware of this matter. It was entirely their own doing. This is Lord Im's apology to you."

Looking at the small box in front of him, Yarman did not take it immediately. Instead, he stared at the box, waiting for the Five Elders to open it and reveal the gifts inside.

The Five Elders gently opened the box. The box was very ornate, but the gifts inside were very simple: a tree branch about thirty-five centimeters long, a weapon design blueprint, and a stone.

After reading it, Yarman nodded, took the box handed to him by the Five Elders, took Mostima's hand, and stood up. "Let's leave it at that this time. I don't want it to happen again!"

"Yes, Mr. Yarman!"

Leading Mostima by the hand, the two slowly walked out of the auction house. "Do you want to continue playing?"

“Me?” Mostima shook his head. “This place is no fun at all. It’s full of trash and scum, and they’re always fighting and arguing. It’s annoying to look at. Let’s go back. Oh, and about the apology…”

"Let's go back then," Yarman said nonchalantly, shaking the box. "Im really went all out this time. A branch of the Demon Tree, a piece of Seastone, and the blueprints for the ancient weapon Hades—he's given me a concrete manifestation of the laws of this world!"

"After we go back, the speed at which the laws manifest will be many times faster. Terra will probably be completely different then, and its development speed will reach a new level!"

What changes could there be?

"Maybe in the future, swordsmen in our world won't be able to launch sword energy without the help of Originium Arts, and they can also cultivate Terra-style Armament Haki and Observation Haki. Combining Originium Arts with the laws of Devil Fruits should make them much safer, and their physical abilities will also improve," Yarman said expectantly.

These are just his current small projections. After all, it involves the entire laws of an entire world, and no one knows how much impact it will have after complete localization.

Not long after the two left, almost everyone fighting inside was captured. CP0 took action themselves, and Kid's crew, along with some other pirates, were all captured. The Straw Hat crew, however, managed to escape. The reason was simple: Rayleigh intervened, risking his life to hold off CP0 and manage to get rid of them.

"Bong!"

Looking at the auction house that had gone up into the sky, Yarman shook his head. "They're really playing hardball. But that swordsman managed to escape. The giants were captured by CP0. I wonder how many of them can escape."

"I don't know, someone should come to the rescue." Mostima stood to the side. "Also, when are we going back?"

Do you want to see a fight?

"I do not want."

“Alright then, let’s go back.” Yarman shook his head helplessly, took out the card Im had given him from his pocket. He hadn’t spent a single penny yet. He casually tossed it into the air, and the card instantly turned into a snow-white dove, flying towards the direction of Mary Geoise Gardens.

"The scenery here is indeed quite beautiful, but there are a lot of scumbags here."

There's nothing we can do about it.

Holding Mostima's hand, Yarman carried the suitcase, and then the two disappeared from the spot.

…………

Terra, Canaan.

A portal appeared in the center of the hall of the magic tower, and two people walked out of it, carrying large boxes in their hands. Yarman walked towards the laboratory. "I'll go and put these three things away first. You go and do other things. Let me know if anything comes up."

"Oh."

Carrying the box, Yarman returned to the laboratory, took out the Seastone and the Demon Tree branch, carefully placed them on the lab table, took a small portion as a sample, threw the rest of the Seastone and half of the Demon Tree branch to the World Consciousness, and cultivated the remaining half of the branch himself.

He plans to find a safe corner on Terra to personally cultivate a Demon Tree and see what it will grow into!

After dealing with all of this, he looked at the ancient weapon blueprints in front of him. Looking at the huge ships in the picture and the terrifyingly thick cannons on the ships, Yarman began to ponder whether it was worth building this thing in Terra.

With his current resources, he could build it, but what would be the point? He wouldn't need a ship on land, nor would he need a ship at sea; he could now travel freely anywhere in the world.

"Although it's useless once built, some of the technologies in the blueprints can still be used as a reference, such as the main gun of this ship that can destroy a small island with one shot and this close-in weapon system."

Looking at the blueprints, Yarman began to think. He felt that with the blueprints in front of him, he should be able to upgrade the Terra gun to a higher level!

Chapter 73: TerraBio Promotion Pilot Project

Looking at the small section of the Demon Tree branch remaining in his hand, Yarman pondered for a moment, picked it up, walked to a cabinet in the corner of the laboratory, gently opened the cabinet, and took out a small flowerpot full of life. The flowerpot contained nothing but soil.

He gently inserted the branch and put the flowerpot back into the cabinet. This small branch was too weak; it would definitely die if planted directly. He would nurture it for a while before taking it out.

After completing these operations, Yarman took a small bottle from the lab bench and another small bottle from his pocket. He took out a small amount of tissue from each bottle and placed it on the slide in front of him. There was a blank notebook in front of him, and he wrote something on it as he looked at it.

The two samples were not unusual; one was the body tissue of a Terran, and the other was human tissue from the One Piece world. He was comparing the differences between the two. Thanks to his life power, he could easily obtain all the information about the two biological tissues in front of him without using any instruments.

As for that seemingly useless notebook, it really was useless. He kept it in front of him only because Yarman used to have the habit of taking notes while doing experiments, and having a notebook there would help him concentrate better.

The effect is similar to the headband worn when studying.

“Terra people’s physical abilities are generally stronger than those of Pirate King humans, but the physical potential of Pirate King humans is terrifying!” Yarman stroked his chin, his brows furrowed. He carefully observed the differences between the two and found that, under the same environment and with the same effort, the potential of Pirate King humans was higher than that of Terra people.

However, if both are lazy dogs who spend all day eating, drinking, and having fun, then the Terran people will be stronger than the humans in One Piece, but not by much, maybe 15% to 20%.

"Why is this?" Yarman began to examine the differences between the two carefully. He found that the genetic differences between the two were not that many, with a difference of about 1.8%. The fundamental reason was the difference in the world.

The laws of the One Piece world seem to have a particular focus on gigantic creatures and their physical bodies, and it seems to be solely dedicated to this direction. In order to create gigantic creatures and their powerful bodies, it has even specifically researched and used world laws that are perfectly compatible with them.

Terra, on the other hand, has been developing in all directions, or rather, developing in a haphazard way. However, in the last few hundred years, with the rampant use of Originium by humans, it seems that they have also begun to favor Originium and have started to focus on developing Originium.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman looked at the two pieces of biological tissue in front of him and fell into deep thought. As the world administrator, he was qualified to manage and even change the world's rules. In addition, he had received some compensation for being deceived before. Now his authority was world authority, and he could do anything to the world.

But he doesn't want to destroy the world right now!

He worried that his arbitrary changes would cause the world to collapse. Although the current development was extremely slow, at least it wouldn't shrink or even collapse, but he really couldn't stand watching the development be so slow.

He wants both speed and world stability!

“This idea feels incredibly stupid.” Yarman shook his head with a wry smile. Just as he was at his wit’s end, the laboratory door suddenly opened, and Mostima walked in from outside.

"Did you know that a group of Dulin people recently came to the mobile city?"

"Oh? I know, what's wrong?"

"Their leader said they wanted to live in the lower levels of the mobile city and get their own private elevator. In return, they were willing to maintain the entire lower level for us."

"Isn't this great?"

"But the problem is that they want their elevators to be located outside the planned land area, in the center of the residential area, which is a small forest park. Residents are worried that the elevators will affect the ecology there, and then the two sides started fighting."

"And then what?"

“The Durinians won. They may be small, but they are very strong and united.” Mostima walked over to Yarman and sat down in the chair opposite him. “I really don’t understand. Their race seems completely unrelated to the other races on Terra. It’s like they are a race that was designed specifically for the world.”

"..."

"It's clearly quite intelligent, but it's also prone to sleepiness and lives underground, with virtually no interaction with the human world. It's like a white mouse that's been abandoned and left over from the world's use."

"...!"

Looking at Mostima's words, a glint flashed in Yarman's eyes. He finally figured out what he should do. Since he couldn't immediately and fully introduce the laws of other worlds, yet he couldn't not introduce them at all, why didn't he first find a small race to conduct a pilot test?

Or he could simply create a race himself and test it out. If it succeeds, that race will be the chosen one of the next era; if it fails, they will be abandoned guinea pigs!

Although it might not be fair to that race, in order to develop this world, Yarman can't care about fairness anymore. He can always give them some compensation later.

Looking at Yalman, who was sitting upright and staring intently at her, Mostima asked with some confusion, "What's wrong with you now? What did I just say...?"

"I love you so much, Little Mo!" Yarman hugged Mostima tightly, kissed her on the cheek, and then turned back to the experimental table. Emerald green light shone brightly in his hand, and the laws of life, under his control, slowly drove towards an unimaginable path.

"Are you crazy? You've never been this crazy before."

"No, I just figured out some key points." Yarman said without turning his head. He was now focused entirely on creating a new race. He decided to create a completely new race that combined the Terrans' affinity for Originium with the powerful physical potential of the Pirate King's humans.

In his vision, these new humans would possess extraordinary magical abilities and powerful physical bodies. He decided to randomly assign these new humans to different races and scatter them throughout the kingdoms of Terra to see what the effects would be.

He only planned to produce 3,000 of the first batch of new humans. After all, it was a pilot project. If he made too many and obvious defects appeared later, it would be easier to end the project.

Even if things can't be resolved, three thousand people, even if they desperately reproduce, can't possibly create many offspring. Moreover, he still has two ultimate controllers: the reproductive control over these three thousand people and the genetic deciphering power.

With just a flick of his finger, these three thousand people would be unable to produce even a single child. If the nations of Terra wanted to decipher their genes, the moment they made a move, their genes would collapse and their bodies would explode!

He set the explosive power to be extremely high; if anyone dared to make a move, they could absolutely raze the experimental facility to the ground!

With these two powerful tools in place, even if something happens to these three thousand people, they will never threaten the gene pool of all life on Terra. Terra's gene pool will always remain pure!

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Thank you so much.

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Sigh, my feelings right now are extremely complicated.

A book that was expected to sell 4,000 copies ended up selling 12,000 copies. I was both touched and scared!

Whew~~~~

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Chapter 74: Doesn't this make your marksmanship look good?

"You... created a Vaivavan?"

"To be precise, it should be called the experimental version of Waifan." Yarman looked at the male Waifan lying on the table and said casually, "I combined the Terran people with the human from One Piece. This is the final product. I'm not sure what the effect will be, so I'm just making a small sample for testing."

"So, you're producing lab rats?"

“Yes,” Yarman replied calmly. “I can no longer tolerate the slow pace of the world’s laws upgrading. I want to accelerate it, and the best way, naturally, is to combine various laws to produce a tangible product and see what happens in the end!”

“…Alright.” Mostima looked at the test subject with a hint of pity. If nothing unexpected happened, this person was bound to meet with an accident in the future.

Yarman casually tossed aside the newly completed Vaivavan and continued manufacturing until he had created people of every race. Only then did he throw them all into a large cabinet, close the cabinet door, activate the magic array on it, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Alright, that's all done. Now we just have to see how it goes."

"What is this thing of yours...?"

“It’s just a culture tank. You put a living organism in it, and it can automatically replicate an identical individual. Of course, details like facial features will be different, but the essence is the same.” Yarman patted the cabinet door and said with a smile, “When the total number reaches three thousand, they will all be teleported away.”

Where is Chuang being sent?

“How would I know? Yan Kingdom, Ursus, Letania, Colombia, Victoria, Sargon, all are possibilities. It depends on their luck, but generally they will go to countries where their own race is the dominant race.” Yarman walked back to Mostima’s side and said calmly.

"Won't random teleportation send you beyond the known range of humans?"