Chapter 434: The True Vegapunk
Caesar's full name was Caesar Clown. A member of the government scientists belonging to the Navy Science Division.
His life's greatest goal—prove to the world he surpassed Vegapunk as a super research scholar.
However, even with Vegapunk right before him now, his attention was completely captured by this guy who'd suddenly appeared above.
Caesar's eyes had already widened. Pupils trembling involuntarily.
The guy who'd suddenly appeared was simply too famous. Even someone like him—staying year-round in the Navy Science Division—knew this man's exploits by reputation.
"This, this, this guy is—"
Caesar finally recovered his language ability. But only recovered a little. Nearly bit his tongue while shrieking.
His hand tremblingly pointed at the man above. Yet his body unconsciously retreated.
"Fish-Man Brett!!"
Caesar practically shrieked this.
As World Government internal personnel, he understood this man's battle record even more clearly than many people at sea.
This man before him had easily defeated Beasts Kaido. Easily defeated former Admiral Aokiji. Equally easily crushed Akainu and Kizaru's combined attack.
Even just hours ago—Fleet Admiral plus three current Admirals—also easily handled by him.
This strength absolutely shouldn't exist in this world. This man was a true monster. The strongest monster!
Why would such a guy suddenly appear here? Caesar's face naturally bore completely unconcealed terror.
Brett glanced at this man. Really hard not to notice him. Too much psychological activity.
Flames on his body rapidly receded. Scales, claws, fangs, and horns synchronously vanished. He lightly touched down.
Before him stood the man who'd given him the chance to change. Who'd made him into his current self.
"Saying it again—truly long time no see, Doctor."
Brett smiled.
"Oh, Brett—"
Vegapunk's lips curved. "Indeed quite a while."
"Eh?"
Caesar froze directly. This guy came for Vegapunk?
Right.
This Brett guy had originally stayed at this experimental base. Even the Devil Fruit he'd eaten was something Vegapunk created—calling it a failed product.
This guy came for Vegapunk!
Or rather—Vegapunk called him here?
Caesar's eyes rolled.
Not impossible. This Vegapunk bastard might truly be colluding with Brett—that monster!
Aha! If so—wouldn't that mean catching Vegapunk's dirt?
Caesar already began imagining—after this Vegapunk bastard got expelled from the Science Division—his own beautiful life after rising to power.
Brett couldn't help glancing back at this guy again. Psychological activity really excessively abundant.
Fortunately Caesar was sensible. After knowing Brett came for Vegapunk, obediently hid aside silently.
"So then, Brett—"
Vegapunk remained composed. Seemed unconcerned about Brett's arrival. "This sudden visit shouldn't be for reminiscing, right?"
Brett examined this man. Compared to several years ago—no major changes. Still that slovenly, happy-go-lucky scientist appearance.
Honestly, before truly meeting him first time, Brett's imagined Vegapunk should've looked more like a traditional research scholar. White-haired, full of research atmosphere, elderly scholar type.
But actually this man wasn't short. Rather looked like a sturdy middle-aged man.
Could only sigh.
"Doctor, those Navy transformed into Fish-Men—your work, right?"
Brett asked directly. "I remember you were already researching Fish-Man-related serums back then."
"Quite good, right?"
Vegapunk grinned wickedly. "Giving humans power to conquer the deep sea too. Though the price is becoming Fish-Man appearance."
"Wait—not just outside. Even bloodline became Fish-Man bloodline. Then—" He grinned wider. "Should they be considered Fish-Men or humans?"
Caesar beside him rolled his eyes. This guy had the face to call my research evil? You bastard—where are you any better, Vegapunk?!
"Human or Fish-Man doesn't matter."
Brett shook his head. "But them belonging to the World Government—that I can't tolerate."
"So I came to end this situation."
Oh! Was this guy planning to kill Vegapunk?!
Caesar's eyes instantly brightened. Because this Vegapunk bastard was blocking his path!
However, at this moment, outside this room—this spacious laboratory—footsteps suddenly sounded.
Outside the door, someone was already shouting hoarsely. "Dr. Vegapunk! Dr. Caesar—are you alright? Detected an intruder—"
But the people outside didn't get the chance to finish speaking.
Brett merely frowned slightly. Black lightning leaping—endless terrifying presence already swept forth.
Caesar—closest to Brett—first rolled his eyes back, collapsing. Then voices outside also ceased. Finally spreading throughout the entire experimental base.
Momentarily, the entire base fell silent.
This base's commander was only Vice Admiral level. Currently seemed unable to withstand Brett's Conqueror's Haki.
Clap, clap, clap.
Vegapunk began applauding admiringly. "Incredible Conqueror's Haki! Incredible control! At this level—you've already become undisputedly the world's strongest, right?"
"That's still all thanks to you, Doctor."
Brett said this sincerely. Without Vegapunk's help—however hard he worked—probably reaching the Admirals' and Emperors' level would've been his limit.
Absolutely impossible to reach his current level—easily bringing down Emperor-level powerhouses.
"So now I'm here to repay you."
Brett's lips curved. "Come with me, Doctor. Whether for repaying kindness or because of the artificial Fish-Men matter—I can no longer let you stay here."
"You kid—"
Vegapunk laughed heartily. Didn't seem particularly surprised. Just shrugged. "Looks like I can't resist now, right?"
"Seems so."
Brett nodded. Didn't know before. But now Observation Haki could clearly sense it. Vegapunk's strength wasn't weak. But at most Vice Admiral level. For his current self—slightly serious—Conqueror's Haki blast sufficed to knock him down.
"But before that—let's truly meet first, Doctor."
Brett said. "Let me see your real appearance first."
"Oh?"
This time Vegapunk finally looked somewhat surprised. "You noticed?"
"Well, ears became somewhat sensitive."
Brett reached out, grabbing the Vegapunk before him. Then crashed toward a certain direction.
Whatever blocked ahead—metal doors or solid walls—he directly smashed to smithereens.
Just crashing straight through like this—arrived at a certain room.
Another man stood in the room.
Brett momentarily froze looking at this man.
"So this is the true Vegapunk? Quite shocking."
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