30 Years in Whitebeard’s Crew, I Became Invincible

Vegapunk and his clone, Shaka, fell into silence.

There was no rebuttal.

Did they really not know what the Celestial Dragons had been doing all these years?

Of course, they knew better than anyone. But what could they do?

They wanted to help humanity, to provide limitless energy so that people would no longer war over resources.

But they had underestimated the depths of human greed. When abundant resources fell into human hands, the only thought was hoarding, ensuring that only one could possess them

"War will never cease. The Celestial Dragons have ruled the world for 800 years because they grasped the truth," Roy said with a smirk.

"What truth?"

"Cannon fire."

"..."

"We're here."

Vegapunk opened the prison that once held them captive. Roy stepped inside, where numerous prisoners were locked away.

"These are pirates who attacked Egghead. The New World is even more chaotic now than it was two years ago," Vegapunk explained.

"Chaotic? I don't see it that way. To me, order is just being rebuilt," Roy smiled.

"What kind of world order do you think should exist? Or rather, what's the world order you envision?" Vegapunk asked.

Roy took a deep breath. It had been 38 years. Even the world he once came from could it truly realize such an ideal?

Maybe.

"The world I hope for…"

Roy described the nation in his mind.

"Too difficult. Conflict will never end. Devil Fruits are born from desire, and the powers they grant make people seek wealth through force rather than labor. Even if this world is overthrown, it'll just be a new set of rulers. The cycle will repeat endlessly," Vegapunk said.

"If you say so. Personally, I refuse to live under anyone's heel. The Celestial Dragons? I'll wipe them out in my lifetime," Roy grinned.

"Hey! You want to kill the Celestial Dragons, too, right? So do I! Let me out, I'll help you!"

Someone in the dark prison heard Roy's words and shouted excitedly.

Anyone who spoke ill of the Celestial Dragons was a villain, at least by the World Government's definition.

"You'll help me? Do you even have the strength?" Roy chuckled.

"I do! I'm Golden Fang Regan, worth 240 million berries! Let me out, and I'll"

"240 million? What kind of trash is that?"

Before he could finish, Roy cut him off. The man instantly fell silent… then erupted in anger.

"What did you say?! How dare you call me trash?! Do you know how many people I've killed?!"

Roy stepped forward, standing right in front of his cell. The moment Regan saw his face clearly, his anger evaporated, replaced by cold sweat.

"Y-You… No way… Are you-?!"

"Eat this, and I'll take you out," Roy said, holding out the dark, grenade-like Devil Fruit.

"W-What is that?!" Regan, his golden teeth glinting, took a step back.

"A Devil Fruit. What else? Eat it, and I'll get you out of here." Roy's voice was like a demon's whisper, tempting, irresistible.

"A Devil Fruit?! Seriously?!" Regan asked in disbelief.

"Why would I lie? Haven't you heard? The Whitebeard Pirates can clone Devil Fruits. This is a Mythical Zoan, replicated from the original. You're rotting in here anyway. The World Government will experiment on you sooner or later. Might as well eat this and fight your way out with me." Roy said.

"Fight my way out… with you?!"

Regan's resolve wavered. He'd been locked up for months. His crew had already been taken for experiments, and some never returned.

Now, only he remained. If there was even a sliver of a chance to escape, this might be it.

"I'll do it!"

Regan grabbed the fruit from Roy and bit down hard, his golden teeth crunching through the skin.

Crunch!

The sound was clear and sharp. He chewed and swallowed, despite the wretched taste of the Devil Fruit.

Roy watched closely. Vegapunk and Shaka monitored him through surveillance.

Thump. Thump. Thump!

A drumming sound echoed from within Regan's body, growing louder with each beat. His body began to tremble violently.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!!"

"W-What did you do to me?! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! AAAAAHHH!!!"

"Am I dying!?!! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL—!"

Clutching his chest, Regan howled toward the sky. His muscles bulged grotesquely, tearing his clothes. Thick black hair sprouted all over his body.

His expanding form shattered the cell around him.

"No way… That's Seastone, he's touching Seastone, and it's not suppressing him!" Shaka exclaimed in disbelief.

"Deploy the sleeping gas!" Vegapunk ordered.

Psshh!

A thick cloud of sleep-inducing gas flooded the area. Roy put on his gas mask and continued watching the creature.

The Devil Fruit, cloned from the Nika Fruit, had turned Regan into a monster.

He was still humanoid, but looked like an out-of-control Chopper; his body kept growing and mutating.

"It's useless… even the gas doesn't work," Shaka muttered.

"Deploy the control bots!" Vegapunk shouted.

Dozens of mechanical arms descended, grabbing the transformed Regan by all four limbs.

"Inject the sedative!"

A large syringe stabbed into him, delivering a powerful tranquilizer, enough to knock out an elephant in seconds.

But it had no effect.

The drug was fully administered, but Regan didn't even flinch. Even the Seastone no longer worked.

ROAR!!!

His monstrous roar shook all of Egghead. Every light in the prison exploded. The mechanical arms restraining him were shredded.

Over in the control room, the shockwave caused an explosion. Shaka shielded Vegapunk with his own body.

"What's the situa—"

BOOOOM!

Before Vegapunk could finish, another deafening explosion rang out.

The two rushed from the control room and found Roy, still wearing his gas mask.

Roy took it off.

"Where is he?" Shaka demanded.

"He's already outside," Roy answered.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP IT?!"

"I wanted to see the final result of the experiment," Roy said calmly.

"Dammit! This is Egghead, there are a lot of scientists here!" Shaka grabbed Roy by the collar in fury.

"Then call the Marines. I want to see what happens next," Roy replied.

"You bastard! You let the experiment go out of control! We never should've agreed to this!" Shaka shouted.

"It's not out of control. This is the experiment," Roy grinned.

"Hurry. Call the Marines," Vegapunk sighed, pulling out a Den Den Mushi to contact Marine HQ.

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