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Hearing this, Yarman shrugged helplessly. He blinked and looked at Im, saying dramatically, "What can I do? One shot damages 3% of the ship. The outer armor can't even withstand the shockwave, let alone the internal circuitry and computers. One shot and they're all ruined."

Seeing the increasingly dark expression on the face, Yarman changed the subject, "But it's not like there's no way out. We can upgrade the buffer system, strengthen the ship's armor and structure, and..."

"What else? Tell me!"

“It’s actually very simple. Just replace all those computers with wet components.” Yarman looked at Im and said seriously, “If you replace them with wet components and connect them to repair fluid and nutrient solution, they can repair themselves even if they are damaged by shock. You don’t have to worry about them failing. The only problem is, where do we get so many wet components?”

“...Oh, Yarman.”

"Hmm?" Yarman looked at Im, who suddenly looked radiant, and asked curiously, "Has it relapsed again?"

“Of course not, I’m just amazed by your wisdom.” Im looked at Yarman, his eyes filled with admiration and appreciation. “You came up with the best solution right away, Yarman. You are indeed a man of exceptional intelligence.”

"Huh? How am I so intelligent?"

“Wet components! Wet components! It’s the perfect solution.” Im slowly stood up, looked at him and said with a smile. When she heard this word, she immediately had an idea. She couldn’t do anything about computer breakthroughs, but getting people to make wet components was easy. There were plenty of rebels in the POW camps.

The World Government is currently in short supply of various rebel prisoners of war. Since leaving these people in POW camps would just be a waste of food, they might as well convert them into wet components and install them on starships, which would be a contribution in itself.

Without hesitation, Im picked up the phone and dialed the Five Elders, ordering them to select a group of strong and healthy prisoners of war, hand them over to the research department to be modified into wet components, and then install them on the starship.

After hanging up the phone, Im smiled with satisfaction at the dumbfounded Yarman on the other end. "Your idea was excellent. I misunderstood you earlier. You're very clever, Yarman, truly amazing!"

"...Never mind, I'm glad I could help you."

Im hummed a little tune and slowly sat back down in her chair. She said cheerfully, "Of the four sunken starships, we managed to salvage one that's still usable. Although it's in a terrible state and can only be used as a reserve ship, it's not bad. With the addition of wet parts, we'll have a better chance of winning the final battle in a few days."

“…Alright, since you’ve made your decision.” Yarman paused for a moment before finally speaking.

Seeing the sudden silence from Yarman, Im frowned slightly. "What have you thought of this time?"

“Personally, I don’t really like wet components,” Yarman said softly. “POWs will eventually run out. When you become dependent on wet components, where will they come from when there are no more POWs? They’re like jacks that work temporarily, not the solid foundation stones for building skyscrapers.”

"Of course, if you are determined to pursue a biological path, that's perfectly acceptable."

Sitting in her chair, Im was also thinking about this problem. She also felt that her attitude was wrong, that she had mistaken a small path for a larger one for a larger one.

After a moment, she sighed, "Let's deal with this battle first, then we'll talk about the rest."

…………

One month later, on the Supreme Mother Planet, at the interstellar port.

Standing on the outer deck, Yarman gazed at the deep starry sky. He stared in one direction, the direction of the final problem, and said with some curiosity, "I'm actually very curious why there was still no movement from him until you took down the fourth planet."

"Could it be that something has happened to them too? Or are they gathering their strength?"

“Maybe he’s afraid of us and is trying to avoid the war?” Im stood to the side and sneered. She looked down on the stowaway at all; he was just an opportunist who had relied on some unknown force.

Do you think it's possible?

Do you think it's impossible?

“I really don’t think it’s possible.” Yarman shook his head, looking into the distance, his tail swaying gently from side to side. He said hesitantly, “He should still have some trump cards up his sleeve, he should.”

"He has a trump card, and so do I!"

What other cards do you have up your sleeve?

"My last trump card is named Yarman," Im said casually, looking at the man beside him. "With someone like you, capable of single-handedly destroying a planet, what do I have to fear?"

Hearing her words, Yarman did not refute them, but just looked into the distance. Im's words left him at a loss for words.

Seeing that he didn't reply, a hint of disappointment flashed in Im's eyes, but she continued with a smile, "The starship is ready, let's prepare to depart!"

“…Alright, let’s go!” After a long silence, Yarman sighed and nodded. He stood there, took off his moon-white robe, took out the golden cloak from his spatial collection, and gently draped it over his shoulders, pulling the hood over his head. The Tree of Life array behind him flickered slightly.

Seeing him suddenly wearing a cloak, Im asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

“I have a feeling.” Yarman’s voice became ethereal and filled with a sense of mystery. “This time there might be a great harvest. In order not to miss it, I’ve decided to put on this cloak so I won’t be so restricted.”

After donning the cloak, Yarman's aura became even more simple and unpretentious, devoid of his previous aggressiveness. The gentleness and vastness of life were fully embodied in him.

"Alright, let's get ready to go!" Yarman grabbed Im's hand, and the two instantly disappeared from the port deck, appearing in the command room of the Armament Haki mothership a second later.

"you……"

“After putting on this, I can finally use my authority here.” Yarman’s voice was full of joy, as if he had been freed from shackles. “Wherever there is life, I will exist.”

Ignoring the shocked crowd in the command room, Yarman slowly looked into the distance. He was using the laws to sense the Celtic man, and with the support of the laws, he quickly found him.

After scanning up and down several times, he withdrew his senses and began to think again. This Celt seemed to be more than he appeared, not just a simple, lucky stowaway.

He seems... to be quite special, an extremely special person.

"Im, there's something I'd like to ask you."

"Hmm? You go ahead."

"After the fight is over, I hope you can give me Celtic, even if it's just his corpse."

"……Um?"

Chapter 207: You've crossed my bottom line, are you happy now?

Sitting in the chair, Yarman calmly looked at Im, who was leaning against him, completely blocking out the light, and said gently, "Calm down, don't lose your temper."

“Fine, I’m not angry.” Im sat down with a cold smile, crossed her arms, and stared at Yarman, coldly questioning, “Then tell me, why did you suddenly make such an… outrageous request?” At this moment, only the two of them remained in the command room; everyone else had already left.

Looking at Im, Yarman smiled wryly and said, "When I was scanning him just now, I suddenly discovered a problem. His appearance in your world is not accidental. It's due to his physical characteristics. I hope to study him carefully. Maybe we can develop a method for inter-world transportation?"

"..." (Hands crossed, staring)

"Think about it, if the development is completed, we won't need to pay the chat group for our trade anymore. Just imagine how much more resources we can buy!" Yarman started painting a rosy picture for Im, making all sorts of promises, like giving her priority in supplying goods, and prioritizing the establishment of a channel with her...

Watching Yarman across from him, who had activated his actor persona and started bragging to the world, Im simply crossed his arms, slumped in his chair, his phoenix eyes devoid of any emotion, staring at him silently, motionless.

I'll just watch you brag and see what kind of nonsense you can come up with to fool me.

Facing Im, who was as steady as a military fire extinguisher foam, Yarman's voice grew softer and softer until it was barely audible. He sat in his chair with his head slightly lowered, his eyes fixed on the beauty's face, blinking occasionally, his gaze filled with anticipation, as if waiting for something.

Sensing the expectant gaze from the other side, Im did not waver in the slightest. This Celt was someone she was determined to kill this time, no matter what. She had even thought of what to do with the corpse: melt it down, plate it with silver, and make it into a work of art to be placed in the center of the flower garden.

"Don't look at me like that, there's no way I'll give it to you!" Im shook her head firmly and said seriously, "Unless you're willing to take action against me and forcibly take that person away, and then our two worlds sever ties and never see each other again, that's my stance, you choose."

After saying that, she didn't say anything more, but just sat in the chair, staring at Yarman, waiting for his answer.

After thinking for a long time, Yarman finally said slowly, "I want that person, but I don't want to sever my relationship with you, so I've decided to try a different approach."

"That's life, you can't have everything... What did you say?"

“I’m going to try a different approach.” Yarman said calmly, sitting in his chair. “Your world is in this state now. Terra is willing to provide you with a batch of humanitarian aid to help you rebuild your world, but on the condition that you hand over the Celts to Terra alive for a month.”

As he spoke, Yarman pulled out a gold checkbook from his pocket, tore off a blank check, signed his name on it, and then gently pushed it in front of Im. "Name your price, rent it for a month."

Looking at the blank check in front of him, Im's expression was full of struggle. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't tempted. A blank check with a signature, guaranteed by the chat group for the amount to be paid. All he had to do was write the number on it and submit it to the chat group to cash it.

But Celtic, she couldn't contain her anger and really wanted to kill him on the spot.

She stared intently at the check in front of her and said with difficulty, "Yalman...you're tempting me, no, you're coercing me! Threatening me! You're a despicable person!"

“No, dear Im, I’m helping you!” Yarman put away his banknotes and said calmly, “Think about your world, think about your great deeds. It’s just a matter of postponing your revenge for 30 days. With a little patience, you can get a large sum of money to rebuild the world!”

"However, it still depends on you. You are the master of this world, aren't you?"

After saying that, Yarman sat down with his arms crossed, smiling as he looked at Im. He believed she would make the right choice; this woman loved the world more than herself, and the world was her weakness.

And now, he was challenging her weakness. It seemed she wasn't tough enough and couldn't hold on. Looking at the ferocious-looking Im, he was truly happy. Subduing a strong person was undoubtedly exhilarating.

On the other side, Im was torn between two conflicting emotions. She desperately wanted to kill Celt, but the thought of Yarman's check made it too tempting for her to resist.

She was panting heavily, her eyes bloodshot as she stared at the check in front of her. Her clenched fists trembled as she reached out to grab it, but hesitated and kept stopping her forward movement.

Finally, she reached out and snatched the check from her pocket. She took out a pen and wrote down an astronomical figure on it. Then she threw the pen at Yarman. The pen instantly broke the speed of sound, leaving a fan-shaped sonic boom cloud in the air as it flew forward.

"Now, are you satisfied!" Im slumped onto the table, panting weakly. The mental battle she had fought was no less arduous than a major war. She glared fiercely at Yarman. "You despicable bastard, you tempted me... and you still looked! You've crossed my line, aren't you happy?"

“The bottom line is essentially the price line, used to demand more money.” Yarman sat in his chair, easily catching the pen that Im threw to him. Looking at the red-hot nib from the friction with the air, he blew on it, slowly stood up, walked to Im’s side, and put the pen down.

Looking at Im, who looked like a defeated dog, Yarman patted her head and said softly, "Don't be so discouraged. It's just a trivial squabble."

"..."

“You’re a qualified leader for making this choice.” Yarman looked at Im and said with a smile, “Don’t worry, I will return him to you. If I say one month, I mean one month. As for the check, you can go to the Doctor to cash it directly. It will definitely be the full amount!”

"..."

“If all else fails, I’ll take him and study him here.” Yarman looked at the still sullen Im and decided to back down another step. This ally was very valuable, and he didn’t want any rift to develop between them.

"...Are you sure?"

Upon hearing this, Im slowly raised his head. To conduct research, one would definitely need equipment. Even if it were transported from Terra, people could still be organized to observe and learn. If the equipment were damaged, it might just be left here with them.

This back-and-forth exchange is practically a small-scale transfer of cutting-edge technology, isn't it? That would be fantastic!

Looking at Im's burning gaze, Yarman naturally knew what she was thinking. He didn't care, though. Even if he personally guided them, they wouldn't be able to learn his techniques; the gap between them was too great.

But he certainly wouldn't say that; let Im enjoy it himself.

"Yes, I'll be conducting my experiments here."

Chapter 208: A Genius 500 Years Beyond Human Intelligence

Slowly stepping off the ship, Yarman, draped in a golden cloak, stood on the shattered interstellar port, gazing at the massive red planet below. He sighed softly, "The oceans have all evaporated! I knew it! Where did all these starships come from? The whole planet has become a factory!"

Recalling the starship battle just now, he felt a surge of exhilaration. It had been a long time since he had seen such a grand and exciting war. The battle between the two starship clusters was truly spectacular!

Although the war lasted only two hours, a total of 103 starships were sunk on both sides during those two hours. All 68 starships on the other side were sunk, while 35 starships were also sunk on Im's side. The Armament Haki mothership that she had placed high hopes on did indeed play an important role.

If that starship hadn't withstood hundreds of heavy artillery shells from the enemy mothership and more than twenty anti-starship strategic missiles from the planet, it would have been Im's starship force that was completely annihilated.

And now that starship...

"You'd better get down quickly, I'm afraid this starship will suddenly fall apart." Yarman looked at Im, who was still standing on the starship, touching it sadly and not moving, and said anxiously, "Get down quickly, even the internal structural support has been destroyed, it's beyond saving."

"Don't be sad. It's already quite good that it survived carrying so many missiles and remained intact without exploding."

With a sigh, Im slowly stepped off the starship and said wistfully, "Sigh, I'm not sad, just a little choked up. This war... sigh, I feel a bit uncomfortable, my heart feels heavy."

“At least you’ve won for now. Celt is now a pig waiting to be slaughtered, a fish lying flat on a chopping board. You can do whatever you want with him… in thirty days.” Yarman pointed to the ugly red planet below and comforted her, adding a condition as he did so.

Im stood on the harbor, slightly raising her head before lowering it again. She said sadly, "Did I really win this battle? Tell me. I did defeat him and end the chaos, but this battle was fought in my world, and the resources consumed were also from my world."

"This is a civil war, and in a civil war, there are no real winners."

With that, she turned around, leaning weakly against the railing, looking up at the night sky. She had indeed defeated Celt, but she felt no joy at all. She waved her hand lazily, "Leave the rest to Akainu and the others. As for Celt, you can have it. Don't bother taking it back. I don't want it anymore."

"Aren't you going to take it out on him?"

"I have no strength left."

Looking at Im, who looked like a wilted eggplant, Yarman shook his head. After this battle, the One Piece world was practically ruined. Forget about becoming a planetary-level world. It would be a miracle if it could maintain its current size. Normally, it wouldn't be able to make any progress without a rest for thirty to fifty years.

And if Im falls into a slump, then the One Piece world will be completely finished.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward and said seriously, "Terra's aid will arrive in a few days. Remember to think carefully about how to make good use of these supplies. If even you give up, then this world is truly doomed."

"……okay, I get it."

Seeing Im nod, Yarman nodded and then disappeared into thin air, leaving Im alone standing on the shattered harbor, quietly reflecting on the war and contemplating the future.

…………

In the palace at the center of the continent, Celt looked at the sky, now devoid of any more explosions, and sighed slightly. His starship fleet had been completely annihilated. His mission had ultimately failed. The power of one planet against four planets was far too much, even with extraterrestrial technology.

Next, it will be time for orbital bombardment, turning the entire planet into a wasteland!

He took a shiny silver pistol from the drawer, calmly picked up the bullets on the table, and loaded them one by one into the pistol magazine—five bullets in total. He had already decided what would happen to each bullet.

"Dangdang!"

The door was pushed open forcefully from the outside. Celt was not alarmed, but simply looked at the door. Outside, a group of soldiers in black armor carried four people into the office.

All four people were handcuffed and gagged. Three of the men in suits looked terrified and desperate, while the other man in a white coat looked incredibly calm.

"You all go out, I'll have a good talk with them." Celt straightened his clothes, walked slowly to the soldiers, and looked at the four men kneeling on the ground. He said with a smile.

The soldiers' leader saluted him, then turned and left the office with his men.

Celt looked at the four people in front of him, sighed, and pulled back the bolt of his pistol as he said, "You are all pillars of our dynasty, and have made countless contributions to our dynasty. It shouldn't be like this, but you all know a lot about our dynasty's technology. In order to prevent the world government from obtaining our dynasty's technology, I'm sorry!"

"I don't have time for a long talk with the four of you. Please make your way first. Celtic will arrive shortly!"

After saying this, Celt raised his pistol, aimed at the first person, and decisively pulled the trigger. The silver bullet instantly left the barrel, shattering the man's head into pieces in his terrified gaze. At the same time, the power of the law instantly unfolded, completely erasing any possibility of his resurrection.

Ignoring the brains splattering on him, Celt fired three shots without hesitation, killing the three men on the spot. He then pointed at the man in the white coat, but stopped just as he was about to fire.

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