"As we discussed earlier, every 30-point increase in your body's biomagnetic field strength marks a clear threshold. If you want to incorporate 'Magnetic Field Rotation' into your daily training safely, I suggest gradually ramping up the intensity."
Queen rubbed the fat under his chin and spoke with uncharacteristic seriousness.
"Each 30-point range serves as a separate stage. The first stage is maintaining between 200 and 300 units. That way, your body can gradually adapt to the pressure and build stronger physical endurance."
"Once you're fully adjusted to the first stage, then you can push the biomagnetic field higher and enter the next stage. And so on—step by step, steadily increasing what your body can withstand."
"If this method actually works, then one day, you might be able to maintain a magnetic field strength of 500 units even in your normal state... and reach that terrifying form again!"
At that point, the fat man in suspenders tugged excitedly at his pants, his eyes glowing with wild enthusiasm.
"I call this project... the 'Ascent to Divinity Plan'!"
"A step-by-step climb up the strict hierarchy of genetic potential—pushing past the limits of the human body, again and again—until, with a human frame, you can stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods!"
As his voice trailed off, silence fell across the lab.
Gulp...
In that dead quiet, the sound of Dragon swallowing was especially loud.
He stared at the fluctuating data on the whiteboard, completely stunned. Stars practically glimmered in his eyes.
The Ascent to Divinity Plan!
He didn't understand all that data or theory, but just the name alone sounded awesome!
"Are you sure this can actually work?" he asked, full of curiosity.
Queen let out a long sigh and shook his head.
"I have no idea."
"Because the process is incredibly hard. The human body is inherently fragile. Even after surviving countless battles and extreme tempering, most people are still just flesh and blood."
"Without Haki to support and protect the body, even Whitebeard—the so-called 'strongest man in the world'—could still be injured by bullets and cannons. So trying to force your magnetic field beyond the limits of your physical endurance? That's even more insane."
"To be honest, the fact that Daren managed to cultivate the 'Indestructible Body' already exceeds anything I thought possible. It's practically unexplainable."
"And more importantly..."
He turned to look at the black-haired young man slumped on the hospital bed, smoking and visibly drained.
"Even at low intensity, the pain from Magnetic Field Rotation isn't much less than a full-power burst."
"Your muscles will feel like they're being torn apart. Your organs will feel like they're on fire. Your body temperature will spike so high it'll cause your bodily fluids to evaporate. The pain is unbearable."
"And because it's not just a short burst, your body will need to sustain that low-intensity rotation for long periods—no minutes or dozens of minutes here. We're talking hours. Maybe even days."
"Neither the Indestructible Body nor medication will help you with that. You can't pass out from the pain. You have to stay conscious."
"In other words, the only thing you can rely on... is your willpower. You'll have to endure pain like you're training in purgatory."
A chill spread across Dragon's back as he broke into a cold sweat, his scalp tingling. He muttered to himself,
"To forge the body of a god... you first need the will of a god."
He hadn't gone through it himself, but just hearing Queen describe it made his whole body ache in sympathy.
With that thought, both he and Queen turned their eyes to Daren.
Waiting silently for his response.
"Sounds fun."
Daren suddenly grinned.
"Huh?" Queen blurted out in confusion.
"I mean..."
Daren slowly raised his head, bloodshot eyes flashing with wild light.
"Training in purgatory—pushing your limits over and over again... doesn't that sound like a good time?"
…
The New World.
Donquixote Family Residence.
A figure lounged on a spacious, soft leather sofa, reclining comfortably.
On the coffee table before him sat an open bottle of red wine. A cigar had burned to ash in the tray beside it. An old, weathered book lay open, covering the face of the young Celestial Dragon. The sea breeze drifting in through the window stirred the light curtains into the air.
"Young master..."
A deep voice broke the silence. Ripples suddenly spread across the smooth marble floor, as if a stone had been dropped into a still lake.
A young man in a sleek black Italian suit slowly "surfaced" from the floor.
Senior adjusted his tie, his movements precise. He gave Doflamingo a respectful bow, voice low and grave.
"News just came in from Mary Geoise. Saint Jaygarcia Michael, commander of the God's Knights, was killed a few days ago while carrying out a classified mission."
A heavy silence fell over the hall. The air seemed to still.
A wave of twisted killing intent surged into the room.
"...Is the source reliable?"
Doflamingo slowly lifted the book from his face.
His flamboyant sunglasses hid his eyes, but the disbelief in his voice was clear.
The God's Knights—those who held supreme authority over the punishment of the World Nobles.
He vaguely remembered them as a group even more arrogant than the Celestial Dragons themselves.
They wore special law-enforcement robes and patrolled the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, feared by even the highest-born.
And now, Saint Jaygarcia Michael, the one who stood above them all, had been killed? Just like that?
"The intel should be solid. It came from one of our agents embedded inside the Holy Land."
Senior nodded cautiously.
"And there's another detail to support it..."
He didn't finish.
Brrr... brrr...
The encrypted Den Den Mushi on the coffee table suddenly began to tremble violently, as if urging to be picked up.
When Doflamingo saw the signal flashing from its base, his expression turned oddly twisted.
Senior bowed his head slightly.
"Then I'll excuse myself, young master."
He turned to leave, but Doflamingo waved him off.
"No need. Stay. Let's hear this together."
He picked up the Den Den Mushi and connected the call.
Slowly, the corners of his mouth curled upward into a crazed grin.
"It's been far too long since I've heard your voices... esteemed Five Elders."
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