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Ayr glanced slightly at the man standing before him—Vegapunk, the most brilliant scientific mind in the world.
He waved casually to the pirate beside him and ordered, "You may leave."
"Yes, Lord Ayr!"
The pirate respectfully closed the tavern door behind him, leaving only Ayr and Vegapunk in the quiet room.
Ayr cut straight to the point. "Now then, can you create Devil Fruits?"
Vegapunk pushed his glasses up and answered earnestly, "I have successfully identified the lineage factor within Devil Fruits. However, I have been forced to halt further research due to a lack of funding."
"If Lord Ayr is willing to provide adequate financial support, then I am 100% confident I can use the lineage factor to synthesize Devil Fruits artificially."
The lineage factor—known in the scientific community as the blueprint of life, akin to DNA—exists not just in humans, but in Devil Fruits as well.
Through years of painstaking experimentation, Vegapunk had succeeded in isolating and extracting this mysterious factor from existing Devil Fruits. In theory, by transplanting these factors into ordinary fruits, he could replicate their powers—creating what would be known as artificial Devil Fruits.
It was a revolutionary concept.
Yet the resources needed to continue were staggering. Researching taboo topics on such a scale had nearly bankrupted him.
Desperate for a benefactor, Vegapunk had investigated Ayr—the shadowy figure behind the world's largest Devil Fruit acquisition network.
Ayr's mysterious organization was scouring the seas in search of these fruits, and with his proven mastery of the lineage factor, Vegapunk was sure he could succeed… if he had support.
Thus, he set sail from the Grand Line into the New World to meet Ayr directly, risking everything on this one opportunity.
"Yes."
Ayr's answer was simple but resolute. He believed in Vegapunk's capability. After all, even in the canon timeline, Vegapunk had created the first-ever successful artificial Devil Fruit—the one eaten by Momonosuke, mimicking Kaido's mythical Uo Uo no Mi, Model: Seiryu.
"So… can Lord Ayr finance my research?" Vegapunk asked, with a hopeful glint in his eye.
"No problem."
Ayr's empire had access to untold fortunes, thanks to the commission agency he founded. But money itself meant little to him. He desired only one thing—power, and Devil Fruits were the key to that.
In Ayr's eyes, investing in Vegapunk was like turning gold into weapons. For a man like him, it was the ultimate trade.
"Thank you greatly, Lord Ayr," Vegapunk bowed slightly, then hesitated. "But… beyond financial support, I must also ask for one more thing."
"What is it?" Ayr inquired, eyes narrowing slightly.
"My research involves forbidden sciences. If word spreads, it could attract unwanted attention from the World Government or Cipher Pol. I need protection."
"Granted."
Ayr nodded without hesitation.
He had plenty of money—and more than enough elite subordinates.
If all it took to unlock a supply of artificial Devil Fruits was to provide security and gold, then the deal was better than he imagined.
"Thank you, Mr. Ayr. I'll devote myself entirely to the creation of artificial Devil Fruits!" Vegapunk bowed again with sincere gratitude.
"No need to thank me," Ayr said coldly. "This is just a transaction. You'll get a period of time—if I don't see results, you understand what that means."
He knew that Vegapunk's ambitions went beyond artificial fruits. Cloning, gene splicing, forbidden enhancements… Vegapunk's mind wandered in dangerous directions.
Ayr needed to make sure his focus remained clear.
"Understood. I won't disappoint you."
"Good."
Ayr stood up and clapped Vegapunk on the shoulder before summoning his agents.
Soon after, Vegapunk received a massive sum of funds—transferred directly from Ayr's hidden vaults. A personal security team, composed of elite warriors from across the New World, was dispatched to escort him back to Baldimore, the futuristic kingdom where his lab was based.
Ayr gave only one order to the escorts: Protect Vegapunk at all costs.
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Time passed swiftly.
In the New World, a storm of events shook the seas.
The most notable: Kaido and the Golden Lion Shiki had formed a shocking alliance.
Silver Axe, Ochoku, and Captain John, realizing the tides were turning, made their own moves.
The seas were on edge.
But none of these stories compared to what came next.
The Pirate King had emerged.
Gol D. Roger—the man who conquered the Grand Line and set foot on the Final Island, Raftel—had been crowned by the world as One Piece.
But even that title was fleeting.
Not long after his ascension, a bombshell shook the world: Roger had been captured—arrested by none other than Marine Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp.
The announcement spread like wildfire.
And then came the final twist:
The Marines declared that Roger would be publicly executed in Loguetown, East Blue, within the week.
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Atop the Red Line, deep in a forbidden region of the Badlands, the sky roared with thunder as the earth cracked and quaked.
Amid the chaos, two monstrous figures stood locked in brutal combat.
On one side was Monkey D. Garp, fists wrapped in black Armament Haki and surging with Conqueror's Haki.
On the other—one of the Five Elders, scarred and battered, yet still radiating ancient authority.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
Their fists collided again and again. Shockwaves rippled through the mountains, leveling everything around them.
With a final earth-shaking punch, Garp sent the scarred Elder flying hundreds of meters, skidding across the ruined terrain and leaving a deep trench in his wake.
The Elder barely caught himself, knees buckling from the sheer force.
"Garp… you haven't disappointed us," another Elder with a blade approached, a twisted smile on his face.
Garp was panting, but his fists remained clenched, still burning with power.
Since the Battle of the Valley of the Gods, he, Sengoku, Zephyr, and Tsuru had undergone secretive, ruthless training in Mariejois.
Now, the strength they wielded surpassed imagination.
"Garp… since when did you become strong enough to defeat a Five Elder?" Zephyr asked in disbelief.
He remembered when they all trained together under the Celestial Dragons' eyes.
Back then, Garp and Sengoku were equals among them.
But now, Garp and Sengoku could each battle the Five Elders head-on—and even win.
He and Tsuru, while powerful, could only manage to fight them to a standstill.
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