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"Are there many people there?"

"Look at the doctor, if you give him this thing, he'll just put it in his mouth, you believe it or not!"

"I do not believe!"

"Show him!"

“You think I’m as stupid as you?” Mostima turned to look at Yarman, staring at him as if he were an idiot. “Just to verify a useless statement, I’m going to hand over my ring? Am I stupid?!”

"...Just take it with you, that's all." Yarman didn't want to say much more. He glanced at the faint light appearing outside the window. "It's morning now. How about we go out and keep playing?"

"Let's wait until later." Mostima glanced out the window, got up and drew the curtains, then lay down on the bed and snuggled under the covers. "I'm going to sleep. You can go out if you want."

"Then I'll go..."

"If you dare go to the docks, I'll smash your things!"

"Then I won't go." Yarman sat back down on the edge of the bed, bored. He crawled into the covers and hugged Mostima, who was sleeping beside him. "Go to sleep."

“By the way, don’t move around when you’re sleeping, okay?” Mostima turned to look at Yarman behind her. “Every time I’m about to fall asleep, you suddenly jerk, it’s so annoying!”

"I can't control this thing, just like I can't control my snoring."

"Oh, even a mighty Great Old One can't control his snoring."

“The Great Old Ones aren’t gods, how could they possibly control everything?” Yarman said, his voice muffled as he leaned his head against Mostima.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you! Time to sleep!" Mostima replied, then prepared to go to sleep, but a phone call interrupted their sleepiness.

"Ring ring! Ring ring!"

"Yalman, your phone!"

"Ugh! Who is it!" Yarman picked up the phone on the bedside table with some impatience. After answering, before he could even speak, a hurried voice came from the other end.

"Yalman, where are you now? I need your help."

Doctors? What did they do?

Yarman blinked, trying to shake off his sleepiness, and sat on the edge of the bed, asking, "I'm in the hotel right now, just about to go to sleep. What's the problem?"

"I have an operator who was in pain all over after completing a mission at the volcano. The medical staff couldn't find anything wrong with him. I checked with my privileges and it's a genetic breakdown. He's almost dead now. Can you come and help him?"

Hearing the doctor's helpless voice on the other end, Yarman gently tapped his pajamas, transforming them into a suit, and then asked him, "Your location!"

“Siesta West District, end of Street 20”.

“I’ll be right there!” Yarman replied and hung up the phone. She said to Mostima on the bed, “I’ll go check on the Doctor’s operative. You go to sleep.”

"Ah."

"Shh!"

The next second, Yarman appeared at the end of Twentieth Street. Seeing the Rhodes Island group gathered in a circle, he stepped forward and parted them. "Alright, stop crowding around, let me see... Oh!"

Looking at the Vyvan woman who had emerged from the separated crowd, he frowned slightly and looked at the Doctor beside him, "Where did you recruit this operator?"

“This…Longmen.”

“…Alright.” Yarman sighed. Although he didn’t recognize this person, he knew this aura very well, because this was the experimental subject he had created—a new human!

That's strange. Terra is so big, how could this person be recruited by the Doctor?

But let's save him first!

Chapter 104: Doctor, who do you really like?

"Alright." Yarman put away his staff and looked at the Doctor beside him, unsure of what to say. He glanced at Vayvan lying on the ground, then at the Doctor, and walked over to pat the Doctor on the shoulder. "You, come with me for a moment, I have something to talk to you about."

“…Okay.” The Doctor glanced at Yarman with a bit of a puzzled look, and seeing his slight nod, instructed the operators behind him who were supporting the woman from Vyvan, “Keep an eye on Mo Yi.”

Following Yarman to the side, the doctor looked at him and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Can you tell me in detail how you recruited this person?" Yarman lowered his head and did not answer the doctor's question immediately. Instead, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and put it in his mouth.

"This..." The Doctor hesitated for a moment, standing there thinking for a while before slowly saying, "At that time, we were still fighting in Lungmen. Because the battle was too intense, we were forced to recruit a new batch of operators to replenish our strength. Just a second before we were about to pack up, she arrived."

"When we first saw her, her Oripathy was already quite severe. However, we found that she wasn't hindered by Oripathy too much; on the contrary, she gained a lot of benefits. She was incredibly powerful. At the same time, when we were processing her data, we discovered that her body seemed to be different from ours."

"Whoo~~~"

After listening, Yarman slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. He looked at the doctor in silence for a moment, then said, "This person... how should I put it, do you remember the world laws we obtained when we went to the One Piece world last time?"

"I remember, so what?" The doctor nodded knowingly, then suddenly stopped and looked up at Yarman in front of him. "She wouldn't happen to be one of your experimental subjects, would she?"

“Yes…” Yarman took the cigarette out of his mouth, looked at the doctor and nodded. “She is indeed an experimental subject, a fusion of the best genes from both the One Piece world and the Terra continent, which is why she is so powerful. However, her weakness is also obvious: her genes have collapsed, and she cannot adapt to the Terra environment.”

"When did you conduct this experiment?" The doctor stood up straight and questioned Yarman, "You just told me that you would inform me about all your experiments beforehand!"

“I started this experiment as soon as I returned from the world of One Piece.” Yarman looked at him and said calmly, “My laboratory and personal archives are open to you. You just didn’t go to see them. I did not violate our contract.”

"..." After listening, the doctor stood there in silence for a long time. He looked at Yarman and asked, "How many experiments have you conducted before? How many of them are unknown to me?"

"You basically don't know about the experiments I conducted before, and I can't even remember the exact number."

“…Alright, alright.” The doctor sighed, then asked, “So, how is Mo Yi doing now?”

“I have stabilized her genes again.” Yarman looked at the doctor and said calmly, “They will not collapse again within three years, but her lifespan is at most twenty years. If the current situation remains unchanged, she will die from irreversible genetic collapse after twenty years.”

"If you say so, there must be a way, right?" The doctor looked up at Yarman earnestly and said, "Yarman, I sincerely hope, I beg you, to save her!"

Yarman didn't answer him, but instead took out a crystal plate with numbers written on it from his pocket. "This is the number of surviving test subjects left in that project. There are still 2053 people left. In less than a year, nearly a thousand people died. Doctor, I'm telling you honestly, twenty years is a long time!"

Looking at the crystal plate in his hand, the doctor remained silent for a moment, then pleaded again, "Please save her! I know you definitely have a way to revive her!"

"Economically, this is extremely uneconomical; she was merely an experiment!"

"We always have to do things that are not economically worthwhile; that's what civilized society is all about!"

“There’s no civilized society in Terra!” Yarman pointed around and said mockingly, “This is a bloody, barbaric, cannibalistic world. What civilization is there to speak of… Wait, are you referring to the so-called civilized gentlemen of Victoria? Don’t be ridiculous, Doctor.”

"Everyone on Terra knows that thing is a joke!"

The doctor shook his head and looked at Yarman, saying, "I mean us. Everyone knows that no country on Terra has a civilized society, but at least we... never mind, Yarman, I'm asking you personally, as a friend, to save her, okay?"

"I really don't understand why you're so obsessed with saving her?" Yarman leaned against the wall, looking at him with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Just because she joined Rhodes Island?"

"Yalman, I still hope to bring more hope to this world!" the doctor argued, looking at Yarman. "If even you and I are so barbaric, then this world is truly beyond saving!"

"..."

"Where is your original intention? As the ruler of life on Terra, you are so cruel! You gave birth to them, yet you so heartlessly abandoned them, Yarman, how could you do this?"

"...Alright, that's enough!" Yarman put the cigarette in his mouth, took a deep drag, and took out a capsule-shaped pill from his pocket. "Give this to her."

"what is this?"

"The medicine that can solve her problem." Yarman handed it to the doctor, replying calmly, "If you want to save her, give it to her. It will definitely solve the problem."

"As for the question of life, in Terra, all species will eventually find their own way out."

"Where are the test subjects?"

“…Go visit the labs and archives more often.” Yarman glanced one last time in the direction of Mo Yi, then turned to leave. “The world of Terra is far more complex than you imagine, and life is far more resilient than you think. They will always find their own way out.”

"You mean, many of the experimental samples you released have already found a way out?"

"About 99%."

"Evolution takes millions of years; how long have you been an administrator?"

“The first half of the sentence is wrong. It should be said that the process of natural evolution is measured in millions of years.” Yarman turned to look at him and said seriously, “And now, I exist.”

"Did you give them cheat codes?"

"Increasing biodiversity is also a good thing."

"Then why didn't Mo Yi have it?"

“She’s one of the more stubborn ones.” Yarman shrugged and explained casually, “Actually, I expected there should only be a thousand people left by now. The lowest number was 1483, but now it’s two thousand. Why do you think that is?”

"why?"

"...The new humans from various countries have all found their own direction, and they have gathered together to begin their own journeys." Yarman said calmly, "In another hundred years, there should be more than a dozen different subhuman races on the continent of Terra."

"..."

“I told you, as long as you don’t slap someone to death or keep pressing on their neck, life will always find a way out. By the way, there’s something else I want to ask you personally,” Yarman suddenly asked, looking at him.

"Ok?"

"With so many girls on Rhodes Island, which one do you actually like?"

"This..." The doctor glanced back furtively, as if he had thought of something, and shook his head shyly.

"Could it be a stranger... Oh, and that's not all! Your heart is quite broken, Wutong!"

"No, I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

Chapter 105: How many pieces is your heart divided into?

"Bong!"

"You're back."

"Ah."

"How is the situation?" Mostima turned to look at Yarman, who was lying behind him.

Yarman rolled over and moved closer to Mostima. "It's all over now, but how should I put it, I made an exception and helped someone I shouldn't have helped."

“What individuals shouldn’t be helped?” Mostima asked, looking at Yarman.

“The operator who had this accident was an experimental subject I deployed earlier.” Yarman turned to Mostima beside him and said with a hint of helplessness, “Now her genes have collapsed, and the Doctor hopes I can save her, so I gave him a gene repair capsule.”

"When did you develop the gene repair capsule?" Mostima's focus shifted to another direction, and she asked with great interest, "Your research has reached this stage?"

“We started researching this a long time ago, but we’ve only just made a little progress.” Yarman lay on the bed, shrugged, and said calmly, “This capsule is one of the results. If it were before, I would have had to use witchcraft or my powers to save her.”

"Alright, let's save them then. The doctor really values ​​his children."

“No, this situation is different from before!” Yarman turned around and looked at her seriously, “This time, the Doctor asked me to save her, not just because she joined Rhodes Island.”

"What else?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, it seems that the girl obtained a small piece of the doctor's heart."

What does "a small piece of the heart" mean?

"The Doctor's heart was shattered into many pieces, and each piece was given to a girl on Rhodes Island." Yarman said with a wicked grin, looking at the ceiling. "With so many girls on Rhodes Island, each one gets a small piece of the Doctor's heart. Isn't that fair?"

"Isn't this just being a womanizer? Why make it sound so elegant?" Mostima immediately saw through Yarman's words, and she smiled disdainfully. "I never expected this. He seemed quite proper before. I never would have guessed!"

"By the way, how many pieces was his heart broken into?"

"How would I know?" Yarman suddenly turned to look at her beside him, spreading his hands in bewilderment. "You probably couldn't even get the answer from the Doctor, let alone me. But if you ask me, it probably depends on how many girls on Rhodes Island can catch the Doctor's eye."

"Okay, I can probably already see the Doctor's future."

"What future?"

"How can so many outstanding girls possibly coexist? If he's thinking of dividing his heart into so many parts now, then he should be prepared for his physical body to be divided into so many parts in the future," Mostima said calmly, his words revealing an astonishing indifference and detachment.

As a woman herself, she understood other women's thoughts all too well. Take herself for example, if any wildflower dared to get close to Yarman and make a move on him, she would make that person regret coming to Terra. No one could protect her, not even Yarman could stop her, she said!

What do you have to rely on in front of her? Your youthful beauty? Your brilliant mind? Or something else? Yes, you have these advantages now, but what about ten years from now? A hundred years from now? A thousand years from now? What will you have left? Everything will vanish with time.

Changing someone's time is as simple for her as eating or drinking.

"Xiao Mo? Xiao Mo?"

"Hmm...hmm? What's wrong?"

"What are you doing...?"

“Nothing, just suddenly remembered something.” Mostima’s mysterious smile returned as she leaned against Yarman, looking at him and asking, “And your heart? How many pieces is it broken into?”

“I’m a simple person, I only have three pieces.” Yarman answered without hesitation.

"Oh? Which three pieces? Tell me!"

"One piece was given to you, one piece to the world of Terra, and the remaining piece was given to the Great Mother Goddess. Oh, and what about you?"

“…Alright.” Mostima stared at him for a long time, then turned her head back, leaned against the headboard, and said with a smile, “Me? I’m much more complicated than you!”

“…Ah! I’d like to hear the details!” Yarman moved closer to Mostima and said with a smile.

“Remian, Xiao Le, Boss, Fiametta…” Mostima rattled off names like a menu, but not Yarman. Finally, she looked at Yarman and shrugged.