One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 519: Cabin 0 Opens!

Deep inside the Future Island physiotherapy area, the lights were a stark white.

Chen Ye had finished his conversation at the dock and was now standing outside Treatment Chamber Zero. Vegapunk stood beside him. The two stared intently at the heavy alloy door in front of them. The surface of the door was extremely cold. A thin layer of white frost clung to the metallic texture. High-pressure white steam continuously spewed out from the door cracks. A piercing hissing sound filled the entire corridor.

The red numbers at the top of the hatch were jumping. The numbers flashed a blinding red light. They relentlessly jumped from "00:30" to "00:29". The countdown was slowly decreasing.

Vegapunk held the data panel in both hands. His eyes were bloodshot. The old man's body trembled slightly from extreme excitement. He stared intently at the screen, reciting three sets of values ​​in succession.

"Blood oxygen saturation: 300%!"

"Bone density has broken through the second-order critical value!"

"Cellular activity is skyrocketing!"

The old man's speech grew faster and faster, spittle flying across the screen. He could hardly believe the miracle he had created. The curves representing vital signs were rising wildly in a way that defied biological logic.

Chen Ye stood motionless, his hands in the pockets of his black coat. He stared at the door, its surface covered in a thin layer of frost. He didn't respond to Vegapunk's words. His breathing was as still as a stagnant pool. The only sounds in the corridor were the old man's roars and the shrill whistling of the high-pressure valve. The tension was compressed wildly in the air, making it hard to breathe.

The red number at the top finally jumped to "00:00".

The countdown has reached zero.

A dull thud of mechanical clicks echoed from inside the treatment chamber. The first mechanical lock snapped open. Then came the second, and the third. The muffled thuds continued in a series. The heavy alloy door let out a heavy sigh and slid open half a foot.

The white steam that had been accumulating for several hours finally found an outlet. The entire stream of high-pressure steam burst out with a roar.

The temperature in the corridor instantly rose. The previously biting chill was shattered by the scorching heat. All the surveillance cameras on both sides of the wall fogged up. Red alarm lights flashed wildly in the thick white fog.

Vegapunk was hit head-on by the sudden heatwave. The old man's frail body was forced back two steps. He quickly raised his arm to protect the data tablet in his hands. The intense heat burned his skin.

Chen Ye remained standing. His body didn't even sway. The scorching steam roughly billowed the hem of his black overcoat. He simply lowered his gaze further, his eyes piercing the thick white mist like knives. He was the first person to emerge from the first-class cabin.

The oppressive feeling in the air began to intensify exponentially.

Heavy footsteps echoed from the depths of the steam.

"Thump."

The first step landed. The high-strength metal plate on the ground emitted a short, cracking sound.

"Thump."

The second step was taken. The white vapor in the corridor was forcibly pushed aside by an invisible, enormous force.

The white-bearded man slowly emerged from the white mist.

He was shirtless. His chest rose and fell with remarkable stability. Each breath was like the pumping of a giant bellows. The muscles in his shoulders and back had regained their fullness. The sagging caused by the fatal lesions and long-term medication had completely vanished. The once withered and decaying muscle fibers were now taut like steel cables. His massive body, over six meters tall, exuded a terrifying, suffocating vitality.

Several thick monitoring wires were still firmly stuck to his arm. The white-bearded man didn't even flinch. He simply raised his right hand and ripped the wires off.

Sparks flew wildly at the break. Blue electricity coursed wildly across his skin, crackling and popping.

His arm didn't even tremble. His incredibly strong body completely ignored the stimulation of the high-voltage current. The current, which would have instantly knocked an ordinary person unconscious, was like negligible static electricity to him.

The white-bearded man stopped. He looked down at his hands.

He first slowly clenched his fingers. The air in his palms was forcibly compressed, producing a muffled sonic boom. Then he clenched his fists completely.

"Click click click—"

A series of cracking sounds came from the knuckles. The sound was as crisp as snapping high-carbon steel bars.

He loosened his fist. He placed his large left hand on his chest. That was the most severe spot of his old injury. It was also the fatal lesion that had tormented him the most, causing him to cough up blood countless times in the dead of night.

He ran his palm over his broad chest, feeling the sensation within his body.

There was no urge to cough up blood. No stuffiness or congestion from stagnant blood. No sluggishness when exerting force. My heart was beating like a nuclear engine running at full power. Hot blood was surging and roaring in my thick blood vessels.

The white-bearded man raised his head. He looked at Chen Ye standing in front of him. A wild and domineering smile spread across his lips.

"This body is finally not like a piece of rotten wood anymore."

His voice was loud and clear, like a bell. The sound waves made the remaining white steam in the corridor churn violently. He confirmed a fact in the most direct and forceful way: those fatal ailments that had been dragging him down had been completely eradicated.

The white-bearded man gripped the Murakumogiri sword beside him with his other hand. His enormous hand tightened around the hilt.

He didn't use the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power. Nor did he deliberately cover up his Armament Haki. He simply relied on the strength of his reborn body to slam the hilt of his sword into the ground.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion rang out in the corridor.

The solid floor, paved with special alloy, collapsed instantly. Cracks began to spread wildly from the point where the knife hilt had struck the wall. Thick, spiderweb-like fissures crawled violently up to the base of the walls on both sides of the corridor. The load-bearing steel frame inside the walls emitted a sickeningly twisting sound.

The large, fixed pipes above began to hum. Three red warning light covers shattered simultaneously. Glass shards mixed with white steam fell in a flurry.

Vegapunk's eyes widened suddenly. He stared intently at the data panel.

The "Pure Physical Impact Value" field immediately turned red. The red warning box flashed wildly. The value instantly exceeded the display limit.

The old man's Adam's apple bobbed painfully. He swallowed hard. The data panel in his hand nearly slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground. He knew the strength of this alloy floor; it was a special material capable of withstanding naval gunfire. Yet now, it had been shattered by sheer physical force.

The white-bearded man didn't stop. He swung the Murakumogiri horizontally with one hand. The broad, sharp blade reflected the pale light of the corridor.

He extended his thick index finger. He flicked it lightly across the blade.

"Zheng—"

A clear and extremely resonant slash tore through the air.

An invisible blade hurtled across the corridor floor. At the end of the corridor stood a thick alloy testing wall. That was a special armor from Future Island, designed to absorb the most powerful impacts.

The moment the blade struck the wall, countless fine spiderweb-like patterns immediately appeared on the surface of the armor.

A series of explosions came from behind the wall. The pressure valves in the buffer solution tank were collapsing. Three high-pressure valves burst in succession. High-concentration blue buffer solution gushed out wildly from the cracks.

The white-bearded man glanced at the deep lines. He withdrew his index finger. He didn't make a second stroke.

This simple action proved something far more terrifying. It wasn't just that his strength had fully returned. His control over his power was now more stable and precise than before the treatment. He had completely mastered this reborn, perfect body. His power was controlled with complete freedom, without the slightest waste.

Vegapunk has gone completely insane.

He rushed to the main monitoring screen like a spring-loaded monkey. His fingers swiped frantically down the holographic projection. Lines of exaggerated data cascaded across the screen like a waterfall.

"Muscle density has broken through the preset limit!"

"Bone strength has exceeded the preset limit!"

"Cell regeneration rate has exceeded the preset limit!"

The old man was practically screaming. Two of the data points displayed a glaring red "Out of Limit" warning. The system was even unable to calculate the exact peak value.

Vegapunk grinned. His expression was distorted with extreme ecstasy.

"It's done! It's done! It's done!"

He repeated it three times. He turned his head sharply and shouted at Chen Ye with all his might.

"This isn't just repaired! This is just pulled through!" The old man pointed at the white beard that stood like a demon, his voice shrill and piercing. "This guy's physical strength now surpasses even his strongest self from the old era!"

Chen Ye listened to Vegapunk's roar. A faint smile finally appeared on his face. He shifted his gaze from the white-bearded man's imposing figure and looked back at the Zero hatch, which was still spewing white steam.

"One has been made."

Chen Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out the alarms and the high-pressure steam valve's shriek in the corridor.

"There are two more."

He had barely finished speaking when a second set of footsteps echoed through the thick white steam.

The footsteps were much lighter than those of the white-bearded man, but faster and sharper. Each step was like a peerless sword slicing through the air.

The air pressure suddenly changed in a strange way.

Thin, dark red sparks of electricity began to emerge from the white mist. The arcs tore through the air, producing chilling crackling sounds. The metal walls of the treatment area flickered with light from these dark red sparks.

An extremely sharp and domineering aura, accompanied by lightning, was approaching from the deepest part of the cabin.