Chapter 1052

But he understood this, so he went with the flow.

Lin Cheng certainly didn't believe the other would place all hope in Caesar.

As Lin Cheng was lost in thought, Caesar arrived here, surprised by Vegapunk's arrangement.

"You're really reckless," Caesar said with a sigh. "The risk of split personality is huge, let alone extracting a portion of your personality. One slip, and the best outcome is an uncontrollable personality."

"Of course, the probability of that is low—most likely you'll just become a vegetable."

Even in the design blueprint of life, the brain remains the most mysterious part; their research in this area was originally very shallow.

"But I succeeded," the electronic voice said briefly.

"Pfft! You're far crazier than I am, yet you always call my ideas reckless," Caesar complained.

"It's precisely your self-righteousness that I can't tolerate."

Lin Cheng ignored Caesar's complaints, staring fixedly at the vessel, thinking how to take it away.

"Can I just carry it directly?" Lin Cheng asked.

"Yes, as long as the vessel isn't damaged, there's no problem," the electronic voice replied. "Frequency transposition can be handled by Caesar—he knows how to build the neural conversion device."

Caesar nodded; he had studied this before at the World Government.

"Alright, I'll transfer you as soon as possible," Lin Cheng replied.

Knowing he could learn no more from Vegapunk, Lin Cheng lost interest in continuing the conversation and ended it himself.

After this meeting, Lin Cheng no longer imprisoned Caesar, only setting boundaries on his movements, expanding his range to the entire Fearless, and planning to place him together with Vegapunk once the lab was built.

Without waiting for Caesar's reply, he left the lab.

Caesar, who had been busy, paused his work and watched Lin Cheng's retreating back with a smile.

After a while, once Caesar confirmed Lin Cheng had truly left, he placed the vessel containing Vegapunk's brain into a recessed interface.

"The person you chose isn't bad—he's well-suited for our line of work," Caesar said with a grin.

The empty lab held only electronic equipment and Caesar himself, but he knew Vegapunk was awake.

Sure enough, as the brain inside the vessel trembled slightly, a middle-aged man's voice spoke up.

"His temperament is suitable, but he's too lazy. Pushing him down this path took me tremendous effort."

"Huh? You've got my voice template?"

Unlike the previously featureless electronic tone, this voice carried Vegapunk's middle-aged timbre—the state Caesar had most often encountered.

"When you were my assistant, how could an electronic voice create any sense of presence?" Caesar chuckled smugly.

"It doesn't matter—as long as Revelation is completed," Vegapunk said indifferently.

"Revelation—what kind of plan have you been orchestrating?" Caesar said gravely.

"Was Gatz's betrayal arranged by you? Did this plan begin back then? I've always wondered—why were we captured by the World Government? The base's defenses were flawless; CP alone could never have breached them."

"Until I saw that boy, I realized—you must have surrendered voluntarily back then."

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"I just never imagined your plan began that early."

"The neural sensor technology—Gatz didn't even know about it. Only during my time at the World Government did I see you develop it."

When Enel saw Calma on the Brave, he knew disaster was coming.

In the past, Enel would've tried to weasel out of it, hoping to slip away unscathed.

But this time, he didn't. The image of hundreds of corpses filled his mind, and his chest ached with sharp pain.

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"Young Master wants to see you—he's furious," Calma warned Enel in advance.

"It's my fault. If Master wants to beat or punish me, I accept it," Enel said, sorrowful. "If I'd been stronger, I could've saved more people. I'm useless."

Calma was taken aback by Enel's attitude—he hadn't expected such a drastic change.

Years of military life had subtly transformed Enel; he was no longer the timid boy from the Sky Island.

"Come with me," Calma said, leading the way. Enel followed, head bowed.

Suddenly, a soldier from the Brave blocked Calma's path, and other soldiers quickly gathered around.

As the crowd swelled, Calma's expression remained unchanged, calm and composed.

At this distance, even if something happened, a single shout of "Young Master!" would resolve all violence.

Besides, Calma trusted his men—he knew they wouldn't do anything irrational.

"Commandant Calma, please spare the captain," the first soldier knelt down, followed instantly by every soldier kneeling.