In the earth-shattering explosion, the specially alloyed experimental chair was blasted to pieces.
The fragments flew like bullets in all directions, striking the surrounding walls and equipment with a series of clanging sounds.
As the dust settled, only a charred, five-meter-wide crater remained.
The pit was bottomless, like an entrance to hell, radiating a fearsome aura.
Sengoku had unknowingly activated his Great Buddha Form and only reverted to normal after the explosion ended.
He brushed the dust off his military uniform, his gaze deep and calm, as if nothing that had just happened had affected him at all.
"Record: Simultaneous injection of first and third-generation potions results in a temporary power surge, but ultimately leads to... explosion."
He paused, glanced at the two remaining vials in his hand, and a flicker of resolve crossed his eyes.
"Send these to the classified warehouse. Also, notify Vegapunk to focus on producing the first and third-generation Super Green Blood Potions."
"Yes!" the researchers chorused, their voices echoing through the lab.
That night, the Marine Headquarters armory was lit up as bright as day.
The lights illuminated every corner, as crates labeled "S-1, S-3" were carefully stored.
The boxes were neatly arranged, with no one inquiring about the missing S-2.
...
On a bustling trade island in the New World, a sudden disaster shattered the peace.
Flames shot into the sky, thick smoke billowed everywhere, and the entire island was instantly thrown into chaos and panic.
"Bwahaha, hand over all your money! I'm going to become a dual Devil Fruit ability user!"
The once lively streets were now in ruins.
Shattered shop signs hung crookedly, silently recounting the recent events.
Scattered Belly and jewels glittered tragically in the firelight.
Amid the devastation, Urouge, the Mad Monk, carried his giant pillar with a wild grin on his face.
With a roar, he swung the pillar, splitting a merchant ship in half.
The tremendous sound echoed across the island, instilling fear in all who heard it.
Meanwhile, Apoo, standing atop a high point, nimbly moved his fingers, transforming them into strange instruments.
Eerie soundwaves emanated from his fingertips, sweeping out like tangible blades.
An entire row of buildings crumbled instantly under the sonic assault, rubble flying and dust swirling.
"Hahaha! Is this all the New World Marines are capable of?" Uroge's muscles bulged, his entire body radiating a savage aura, his eyes filled with disdain and arrogance.
"Not even a decent opponent in sight here!"
Apoo grinned as well, his fingers lightly plucking the air as sound waves swept across like blades once more.
"The Marines? They're probably still holding meetings at headquarters!"
"Let's hurry and gather the loot. We're already falling behind."
"You're right. Let's quickly deal with these annoying pests."
However, Just as they were lost in their arrogance, a blazing pillar of fire descended from the sky like an enraged dragon, crashing directly onto Uroge.
Uroge grunted from the sudden attack, his entire body sent flying dozens of meters away, crashing through three buildings before he barely came to a stop.
"What?!" Apoo snapped his head up, his pupils contracting sharply, his face filled with shock.
On the sea.
Three Marine warships stood silently, their decks occupied by several Marines clad in white Justice Coats.
Each stood tall and resolute, their gazes firm.
At the forefront was a Marine Rear Admiral holding a flaming spear.
"Impossible!" Apoo exclaimed in disbelief. "Since when do the Marines have this kind of power?!"
"Green Blood Serum - Magma Fruit, initial combat test," the Marine Rear Admiral coldly stated, his voice low.
The next moment, the muscles on his arm took on an unnatural crimson hue, with faintly visible flowing magma patterns beneath the skin.
As black smoke emerged, his entire arm had transformed into magma!
"Soru!"
In the next instant, his figure vanished abruptly.
Everyone only saw a blur before them, and when he reappeared, he had already delivered a punch to Apoo's chest.
"Gah!" Apoo spat out a mouthful of blood, his body crashing into the ground like a cannonball, sending up a cloud of dust.
Uroge roared as he charged forward, his muscles swelling to their limit, throwing a punch at the Rear Admiral with unstoppable momentum.
However, a figure suddenly rushed from behind—a Marine Captain.
With a cold laugh, the Captain effortlessly caught Uroge's fist with one hand while pressing his other hand firmly against Uroge's abdomen.
"Darkness - Seal!" the Captain shouted lowly.
Uroge's muscles instantly withered, his strength receding like a tide.
His eyes widened in terror, his face a mask of disbelief. "Wh-what is this power?! Why has my ability vanished?!"
The Pirates in the rear were utterly dumbfounded.
They never imagined Uroge could be defeated so easily.
After all, he was one of the Supernovas!
At that moment, The Marine Captain's Justice Coat fluttered violently in the fierce wind.
"All units, administer the serum!" His voice was as cold and resolute as if dredged from an ice cellar.
"No survivors."
Amid an atmosphere thick with the smell of gunpowder and tension, ten elite Marines moved in perfect unison, like well-oiled machines.
Their hands swiftly and forcefully tore open their collars—a clean, decisive motion without the slightest hesitation.
The buttons at their collars emitted faint snap sounds under the immense force.
Immediately after, syringe needles pierced their necks.
In that instant, their skin slightly indented, and blood seemed to stir restlessly at the tiny puncture wounds.
The pale green liquid shimmered with an eerie glow inside the transparent glass tube.
With a rough push of a thumb, the concoction surged violently into the bloodstream like a raging flood.
Simultaneously, bulging veins erupted on the soldiers' necks, writhing like twisted earthworms beneath their skin as some intense transformation took place within their bodies.
"Urgh!" A low, pained roar echoed as cracking sounds of dislocating bones rose one after another, as if skeletons were grinding against each other, producing spine-chilling noises.
The burly man on the far left stood as massive as a small hill.
Suddenly, his arms swelled uncontrollably, the tight sleeves instantly tearing apart under the immense force, sending fabric scraps flying.
His skin cracked inch by inch as if pierced by countless fine steel needles, blood seeping from the fissures only to evaporate instantly.
Then, scorching crimson magma erupted from the cracks, bursting forth with the grandeur of a volcanic eruption!
The lava flowed over his arms and chest, engulfing his entire body in a sea of flames.
The blazing fire cast a ferocious glow on his face, making his expression appear even more menacing.
"Magma ability, hahahaha!"