Chapter 107

### **Chapter 107**

When Carl arrived at the **research institute**, he was greeted by a familiar face—**Caesar Clown.**

However, **Caesar didn't recognize him.**

Seeing **Vegapunk** and Carl enter, Caesar frowned and snapped,

"Vegapunk! Where have you been? And who the hell is this guy? Are we just letting anyone walk into the research institute now?!"

Vegapunk's face darkened. He was about to **rebuke Caesar**, but Carl had already **raised his hand.**

**Buzz!**

A powerful gravitational force yanked **Caesar** off his feet.

In an instant, Carl **grabbed him by the throat**, lifting him effortlessly into the air.

Caesar's **face turned purple**, his body thrashing as he tried to breathe.

"H-How is this possible?! My powers…!"

Panic flooded his eyes.

Even as a **Logia user**, he was completely **helpless** in Carl's grip.

Vegapunk, despite **his irritation** with Caesar, **couldn't bear to watch him die.**

"Caesar! Do you even know who this is?!" Vegapunk shouted.

"He is the **sole heir of the Figarland family**—**Saint Carl!**"

Caesar's **eyes widened** in terror.

Only now did he realize he had **provoked** someone on the same level as **Saint Saturn.**

Despite his personal dislike for Caesar, Vegapunk quickly pleaded,

"Saint Carl, Caesar had no idea who you were. He acted rudely, but please… **spare him.**"

Carl glanced at **Vegapunk**, then **released his grip.**

Caesar **dropped to the ground**, gasping desperately for air.

His lungs burned, his hands clutching his **bruised throat** as he coughed violently.

For the first time, **he had truly felt the presence of death.**

Vegapunk sighed in relief and **thanked Carl profusely.**

Carl merely **waved him off** and continued walking.

Caesar, still trembling, lay on the ground for several seconds before finally gathering himself.

His lower body **turned into gas**, and he hurried after them, **rubbing his hands nervously.**

"Shishishi… Saint Carl, I sincerely apologize for my **disrespect earlier.**"

Carl didn't even look at him.

"Keep laughing like that," he said coolly, "and **you won't have a mouth to laugh with anymore.**"

Caesar **instantly shut his mouth.**

Not daring to make another sound, he clamped his hands over his lips in fear.

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As they continued walking, Carl suddenly **paused** in front of a **particular room.**

The research institute contained **many laboratories**, each holding **different experiments.**

But this one caught **Carl's attention.**

Through the **glass**, he saw a **woman**.

She had **short, curly blonde hair** and was curled up, floating in a **large petri dish.**

Noticing Carl's interest, **Vegapunk spoke.**

"Saint Carl, she is the result of my research… **Clone No. 1—Stussy.**"

Carl nodded slowly, studying her.

"She resembles a woman I once saw with **Whitebeard** in the **Valley of the Gods.**

That woman was called **Stussy**, too."

Vegapunk confirmed,

"Exactly. **No. 1 is her clone.**

I created her while I was still working with **MADS.**

Back then, she was just a frail child, so I kept her in this **nutrient solution** to enhance her body and **accelerate her growth.**"

Carl's lips curled slightly.

"Interesting…"

Stepping into the **lab**, he moved closer to the **glass chamber.**

Stussy's body was curled up in a way that **nothing inappropriate was visible.**

Not that it would have mattered.

Carl's **interest in her** wasn't physical—it was purely **pragmatic.**

He knew that **one day**, she would become **a key figure** in the underground world, wielding **immense power.**

Without turning his gaze from the chamber, Carl asked,

"When will she wake up?"

Vegapunk responded,

"Very soon.

I plan to awaken her **in the next few days.**

If she can live a **normal life**, it will prove the **success** of the cloning experiment."

Carl's eyes **narrowed slightly.**

After a brief silence, he spoke again.

"Can you clone a **body** for me and **Garling**?

Once we age, we could simply **replace** our old organs with **fresh ones** from our clones.

Wouldn't that make us **immortal?**"

Vegapunk's **answer** was immediate and sincere.

"Extending life through **organ transplants** is possible…

But true **immortality** is beyond reach.

The **aging process** cannot be stopped entirely."

Carl remained thoughtful.

"Then why not study **consciousness transfer?**

Simply **replace the entire body.**"

Vegapunk **shook his head.**

"Consciousness is **far too complex.**

At most, I can **erase memories**, but transferring one's **actual consciousness** is impossible.

Moreover…"

Vegapunk hesitated.

"**Cloning you or Garling is nearly impossible.**"

Carl turned to him.

"Why?"

"Your **bloodline factor** is too strong."

Vegapunk's voice was firm.

"We once captured a pirate named **Kaido**.

His **body** was the strongest among all experimental subjects.

I extracted his **bloodline factor** and attempted to **clone him.**

But every attempt **ended in failure.**"

Carl's **eyes gleamed** with curiosity.

"Even if you had more time, you wouldn't be able to **clone** him?"

Vegapunk **shook his head firmly.**

"The **stronger** the bloodline factor, the **harder** it is to replicate.

Kaido's clones **never resulted in a viable life form.**

With weaker subjects, I might have succeeded…

But those wouldn't be **true clones.**

They'd be vastly different—**with much lower intelligence.**"

Carl smirked.

"And between Kaido and me…

Whose **bloodline factor** is stronger?"

Vegapunk **answered without hesitation.**

"**Yours, of course.**

The **Figarland bloodline** is one of the most **powerful** in the world.

Additionally, you possess **two other unique bloodline factors** within you.

Cloning you is **beyond impossible.**"

Carl **shrugged** casually.

"Too bad…"

But despite his **nonchalant tone**, both **Vegapunk** and **Caesar** noticed something unsettling.

For just a brief moment—

A faint, **ominous black glow** flickered across **Carl's hand.**

If **cloning him** had been **possible**,

It wouldn't have been long before Carl made sure that there were **no other versions** of himself walking around.

After all…

There was only **room for one Carl in this world.**

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