One Piece: The Celestial Dragons' Self-Cultivation

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The scientific models upon which he built all his knowledge collapsed completely at this moment.

"How could such a level of power possibly exist?!"

His voice was hoarse as he repeated himself over and over, as if trying to convince himself that it was just a nightmare.

His technological barriers, which he was so proud of, proved to be as fragile as thin ice in the face of the opponent's absolute strength.

In layman's terms—he lost his composure.

"My calculations...my defense theory..."

Hearing Dr. Fran's mutterings, Blake couldn't help but shake his head:

"Where are you going?"

"Even this level of strength can shatter your worldview, yet you still dare to attack a World Government ship."

"It's ironic that someone like you could develop an instrument to detect radiation from pure gold."

"I really don't know whether to call you smart or stupid."

He gave the order to Mandy behind him:

"Mandy! Don't let him get away!"

"This is a rare opportunity."

"Yes! Your Highness!"

With a gentle sway of her flaxen ponytail, Mandy responded and leaped off the deck.

As the sword tip touched the sea surface, a clear snapping sound rang out.

A chilling, white aura, visible to the naked eye, exploded outwards from the tip of the sword!

The azure sea was frozen in an instant, turning into an ever-expanding ice field that reflected a cold light under the sun.

Dr. Fran's futuristic submarine was frozen in place.

Ignoring Dr. Fran, who was frantically trying to start the submarine while incoherently shouting "Impossible" over the loudspeaker, Blake also jumped off the deck.

It landed on the ice and moved forward at a leisurely pace.

Seeing this, the other women followed suit, and the group strolled leisurely towards the submarine, which was now trapped, as if they were walking in their own backyard.

The heavy hatch was twisted and deformed by external force, and then pushed open completely amidst a screeching sound of metal scraping.

Blake stepped into the submarine first, ignoring the glaring red warning lights inside, and went straight to the control panel.

Stella, who was behind her, understood and immediately took out a chair from the alternate dimension.

Blake calmly sat down, looking down at the green-haired middle-aged man in front of him:

"It's a pleasure to see you on such a special occasion, Dr. Fran."

Dr. Fran seemed not to hear.

He slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the signal screen, his lips moving silently.

This is not only a silent questioning of the robot signals that vanished in an instant and his collapsing worldview, but also a sense of dejection at the fact that twenty years of hard work failed at the last moment.

Black didn't pay any attention to Dr. Fran's behavior. He gestured to Scarlett, telling her to take down the most important detector first.

Scarlett is very clever. After integrating into the manor, she often deliberately imitates Stella's behavior and has now developed some understanding with Black.

She quickly went to the control panel and fumbled around on it for a while.

Scarlett was clearly not an expert in this area, or rather, Blake simply didn't have any tech-savvy people around him.

The only one who could barely be considered a talent was Ginny, who was very gifted in communications.

However, Blake doesn't plan to let her handle something as important as the pure gold detector for the time being.

Scarlett first tried to pull hard, but found that it wouldn't budge.

He circled the machine twice more, frowning as he probed at the different interfaces and latches.

After a long while, a soft "click" finally rang out.

She removed the detector from its base.

She returned to Blake's side with the detector in both hands, and Blake reached out and took it to examine it carefully.

The probe's outer shell is made of a matte metal, and it feels cool to the touch, a characteristic of the deep sea.

Embedded in the front is a curved crystal screen, displaying a sharp and stable energy peak, with a bunch of complex data labeled next to it, making one dizzy.

I can't understand it at all.

But Blake still nodded seriously:

"Even without ever having seen pure gold and relying solely on legends, you can find its unique radiation fluctuations in the complex radiation environment of the ocean..."

“He is truly a genius.”

Although he didn't understand it, Dr. Fran had said everything when he was exaggerating, so Black naturally knew how the detector worked.

Then I thought, this guy must have a very high talent in mechanics and physics.

Whether looking at this submarine or this probe, Dr. Fran is an exceptional talent.

Even the revolutionary army had researchers like Lindbergh, yet his own subordinates were all illiterate...

This won't do!

With that in mind, Blake extended an invitation to Dr. Fran, who was still in a state of emo.

"In recognition of your inventions, I'll give you a chance to work for me."

"As a reward, I can take you to see the pure gold you've been longing for."

Chapter 151 Was he insulting me?

Blake's words fell into the cold cabin.

Dr. Fran stood frozen in place, an unprecedentedly chaotic debate raging within him.

White figure: ?

"He promised to take us to see pure gold! Pure gold! My dream of twenty years!"

He couldn't help but imagine himself clad in golden armor, holding a pure gold scepter, standing at the pinnacle of world science, receiving worship...

But the next second, this magnificent scene was ruthlessly replaced by the terrifying sight of three scavenger robots being smashed to pieces and the entire ocean instantly freezing over.

The little black figure weakly protested: ?

"But... weren't we just run over?"

"That power... my shield theory..."

He stole a glance at the group of people behind Blake—

The woman who used lava stood there quietly, as if the violent woman from before was not her at all.

The one who stomped on the robot was glancing at him with the same look one would give trash.

Ultimately, Dr. Fran came to a conclusion—

Can't beat it, really can't beat it.

His obsession with pure gold for twenty years completely overwhelmed his remaining self-esteem.

He took a deep breath and used all his acting skills to try and make himself look presentable:

"Actually, my main goal is to help the government promote technological progress... and taking a look at pure gold is also fine."

He paused, then cautiously added:

"Um... does the World Government provide dormitories?"

"Ideally, a single room, facing south."

Blake fell silent, suspecting that the scientist might have lost his mind due to the extreme joy or sorrow.

But now is not the time to dwell on this.

He shifted his attention from Dr. Fran and the probe to the technologically advanced and futuristic submarine beneath his feet.

As a professional Celestial Dragon, what's your first reaction when you see something good?

He turned to look at Stella:

"Can a submarine fit it?"

"No problem, Your Highness!"

Stella nodded slightly.

Once everyone had left the submarine, she raised her hand and summoned a huge door, which creaked softly.

"Kera, it's all yours now!"

Blake gave the order, and Kella gracefully leaped onto the ice:

"Leave it to me!"

She reached her hand to the point where the submarine connected to the ice, took a deep breath, and prepared to exert force to pull the submarine out of the frozen seabed.

"Wait a minute! Miss Kerr..."

Just then, Dr. Fran seemed to finally come to his senses, still holding a thermos in his hand.

He waved anxiously at Kerla:

"Miss Kerr, please wait a moment!"

"Be careful to avoid the third storage compartment on the starboard side when you exert force!"

"My freshly brewed pot of Starry Night Coffee is still inside!"

Kerla froze, and three black lines seemed to appear on her forehead.

She turned to look at Blake, her eyes filled with the question, "Is this guy really okay?"

Blake smiled at her, indicating that he didn't mind.

Judging from the previous situation, Dr. Fran in front of us is clearly the kind of person with a very arrogant personality.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have dared to attack the Temple even though they knew it belonged to the World Government.

Furthermore, they subconsciously equated the powerful individuals they encountered with the level of the world's top experts.

But after this setback, he seemed to undergo some strange transformation.

He went from being extremely arrogant to extremely insecure, and gradually developed into a goofy character.

Blake decided to observe first.

As long as his research ability is fine, his personality is just a minor detail.

Seeing that Blake had no objections, Kella helplessly took another deep breath and bent down again.

With a roar as the ice cracked, the entire submarine was slowly lifted from the seabed, its movement remarkably stable, and carefully placed into Stella's alternate dimension.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Blake smiled and ruffled Kella's hair, then greeted the crowd:

"Okay, let's go back."

The group returned to the Temple, which was rather primitive compared to the submarine, and continued their journey, bypassing the ice layer created by Mandy.

Inside the cabin, Dr. Fran was still holding his coffee machine with obvious affection.

Blake's eye twitched, he coughed lightly, and placed the detector on the table.

Under his watchful gaze, Dr. Fran reluctantly put down his coffee and began operating the detector.

The detector started operating again, emitting a low hum.

The screen lit up and was instantly filled with constantly jumping, complex waveforms, flashing coordinates, and obscure symbols.

More than anything, there was a variety of data that Blake couldn't understand at all.

After watching for a while, he became somewhat impatient and asked directly: