Vegapunk could only hope that the Hell Pirates were just passing through or interested in snatching so high-tech items—anything but harming people. He never expected that they ca specifically to rob wealth. Golden Island was just too extravagant!
He also had to gamble—with his life, his family's, and the island residents'. As they say, the smarter the mind, the wilder the thoughts. A brain like his would infer countless scenarios and try to find the best way out.
But the Hell Pirates weren’t the kind to play by logic. The alarm he had triggered might’ve just pissed them off further. Still, if he hadn’t sounded it, how else could the residents have evacuated in ti?
He could only pray these pirates wouldn’t go nuclear with their Devil Fruit abilities—if they did, hiding would be pointless.
Young as he was, emotion overrode reason. Vegapunk chose to run back ho to find his parents and escape with them.
Up in the sky, Golden Island also picked up the alarm from Karakuri Island. They hadn’t expected to be discovered so soon. Realizing there was no point in hiding anymore, Brook and his crew moved fast.
They mobilized the entire force to locate Vegapunk, even if it ant threatening locals. They needed to find him ASAP so they could negotiate from a position of power.
The pirate cadres jumped down from the floating island one by one, questioning every fleeing civilian about Vegapunk’s whereabouts. Though the townsfolk respected Vegapunk’s contributions, when their lives were at stake, they couldn’t hold out—they pointed out the locations of his lab and ho.
The Hell Pirates quickly split up and rushed in that direction. anwhile, Vegapunk had reached his ho and begged his parents to flee with him.
Upon hearing the pirates were attacking, Vegapunk’s mother imdiately started packing up her valuables—she knew pirates wouldn’t leave behind a single coin.
“Mom, don’t worry about the money! These guys won’t care about a few ba—berries. Just co with us!”
Vegapunk was distressed. His mom choosing valuables over survival clashed with his cold, rational mind—life was far more precious than material wealth!
“You’ll understand when you have your own household! You’ve been using all your salary and bonuses for your experints. Without this money, we won’t even have bread to eat!” she retorted.
She kept talking. She was proud of her son's brilliance—already the top scientist on the island—but real life had its weight. She didn’t care about the debt he owed them. He was still young, and his future was bright. Both she and her husband supported him however they could.
After packing, the family of three sprinted toward Vegapunk’s personal submarine—but along the way, they saw pirates holding up photos, comparing them against the crowd.
When they were spotted, one pirate shouted, and they were instantly surrounded. Vegapunk’s brilliant mind imdiately put the pieces together—they were after him!
Seeing the pirates holding his photo confird it. The Hell Pirates had co to find him specifically!
Was it because he’d eaten the Brain-Brain Fruit? Or had word of his scientific genius spread too far?
These pirates didn’t seem hostile—they weren’t here for revenge. Most likely, they wanted him to build things for them, or maybe even force him into their crew.
“You must be Vegapunk!!!” said Redfield as he locked eyes with the boy. The mont he read Vegapunk’s mind, he was shocked.
A chaotic stream of ideas bombarded him—so fast, so complex—that his mind-reading couldn’t keep up. It was like watching thousands of code strings flash by in an instant. He imdiately stopped using Observation Haki.
Until now, only Brother Brook had given him this kind of ntal overload. But now, there was a second.
This kid’s brain was terrifying—constantly analyzing, speculating, evolving. He really was the genius Brook had spoken of.
Vegapunk noticed Redfield’s pleased expression and beca even more certain—these pirates weren’t here to kill. They wanted him. Most likely for a long-term deal.
“I’m guessing you’d like to upgrade your Golden Island?” Vegapunk asked calmly. Denying it was pointless—they already had his photo. Lie, and he might get stabbed.
“You’re sharp. Brother Brook ca here personally to see you. I hope you won’t turn him down... the consequences could be bad,” Redfield said, smiling as he glanced at Vegapunk’s parents. With them here, escape was even less likely.
“I’m just a teenager, not so world-renowned scientist. Why would a tyrant like Brook co for personally?” Vegapunk asked, still puzzled. His reputation wasn’t global—at most, he was well-known locally.
“Haha! Brother Brook doesn’t misjudge people. You’ve got a future ahead of you. Maybe even the future world’s number one scientist.”
Redfield smiled. He believed Brook could see the future. Maybe he’d already foreseen Vegapunk’s greatness.
“Thank you very much, Lord Brook...” Vegapunk replied softly. He didn’t know what exactly Brook had seen, but he did believe in his own potential. His current intellect could already outclass the brightest on the island—it felt like his mind operated in a different dinsion.
Brook and the rest of the crew soon arrived. They had already checked Vegapunk’s lab. After receiving Redfield’s Den Den Mushi update, they’d co straight here.
When Brook saw the thin young man, his eyes lit up with eerie calmness. It was the way a person looks at an insect—an acknowledgnt that their minds just didn’t operate on the sa level.
“Yohoho~, Vegapunk. I’m sure you’ve already guessed why I’m here. I’m curious what choice you’ll make.”
Brook’s tone was relaxed, but everyone understood—he wasn’t here to play around. Vegapunk wouldn’t escape, whether he said yes or no.
“I’m still curious,” Vegapunk replied. “Why does soone like you think so highly of ? And how did you find so precisely?”
Brook smiled again. “Simple. I’ve seen the future, Vegapunk—the future world’s number one scientist. From today on, you and your family can live on Golden Island. You may make a few requests for Karakuri Island as advance paynt.”
Brook’s voice grew more persuasive.
“You’ve heard of Shiki the Golden Lion, haven’t you? You know his power. If you want, we can move this winter island elsewhere. Ask for a few things. Consider it a thank-you for the help you’ll give .”
Vegapunk listened quietly. Brook was right—talking to smart people was easier. There was no need for threats or fake promises.
Vegapunk knew deep down—whether he wanted to or not—he and his family were already part of the Hell Pirates’ plans.
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“Can you really see the future?”
Vegapunk was a little shocked. Could there really be such a Devil Fruit power in the world? But after thinking it over, it wasn’t impossible.
After all, he himself only beca a genius after eating a Devil Fruit. Many pirates and Marine officers had used the power of Devil Fruits to transform into mythical beings—even gods or demons.
If this "Overlord Brook" could really glimpse the future, then he would surely beco a major figure one day. And based on Brook’s current attitude, not only did he respect Vegapunk, but he was also willing to bring his family to the Golden Island. It was clear he was dead serious.
If Vegapunk refused, he might not end up with a happy ending—and worse, his hotown could get dragged into the ss. After all, with the kind of ambition and strength Brook had, he wouldn’t allow soone like Vegapunk—soone bound to be famous—to fall into the hands of other forces.
Plus, judging by the power of the Hell Pirates, a dominant force in the New World, they could absolutely fund any of his research. Just one look at the Golden Island was enough to show that money wasn’t an issue. That ant he could finally carry out his experints without worrying about funding!
“Respected Lord Brook, thank you for your kindness. My family is willing to join you,” Vegapunk said seriously. “But if you wish to relocate Karakuri Island, we’ll need to get the lord’s approval first.”
At this ti, Vegapunk was still just a young scientist. He didn’t have the authority to make decisions for everyone on the island. If the lord refused, all he could do was ask Brook to provide funding for restarting the large-scale heating project.
His parents, anwhile, were shaking in fear. Brook was now the most talked-about Overlord in the recent news—he had even killed Celestial Dragons. How could they not be terrified?
And now this Overlord actually wanted to take their genius son away and even bring them to the Golden Island. Were they going to be treated as hostages?
“You don’t need to ask your lord,” Brook said flatly. “I only care what you think. Since the Hell Pirates have shown up here, shouldn’t you draw a line between yourself and the rest of the residents? If you beco world-famous later, those people might just get dragged into it.”
Brook wasn’t about to take chances with the World Governnt using innocent people as hostages. If that ever happened, he wouldn't have ti to play the hero.
Vegapunk quickly realized that staying on Karakuri and building a heating system would be too slow—and too risky. Maybe moving the entire island was the best way to truly solve the issue.
“Then, please ask Lord Brook to have Golden Lion Shiki help move Karakuri Island to a warr sea with a spring-like climate!”
Vegapunk understood this was likely the last thing he could do for his hotown. He pulled out a nautical chart and found a sea area with ideal conditions, then handed it to Shiki.
Redfield brought Vegapunk’s family onto the golden ship and flew them straight to the Golden Island. Following Brook’s instructions, Golden Lion Shiki then began moving the entire island.
Shiki took a deep breath. Thankfully, it wasn’t a permanent float—just a temporary lift to change locations. But even so, floating an entire island took a lot out of him.
Karakuri Island was just one of the small-to-mid-sized islands in the Grand Line’s Future Kingdom. It had beco known as a chanical island in recent years due to the rise of the young genius Vegapunk.
In the original tiline, Wapol—the Munch-Munch Fruit user defeated by Luffy—got rich later thanks to so special alloy, founded the Drum Kingdom, and even qualified for the World Governnt Conference.
For reference, the World Governnt Conference is only attended by the kings of the top 50 countries out of over 200 mber nations. They gather at the Holy Land Mariejois to discuss global affairs.
Even the king of the Vodka Kingdom had to sell off his best fighter—Kaido—in addition to paying a massive heavenly tribute, just to qualify for the eting!
That’s why any island or kingdom can quickly rise to fa due to one individual. Vegapunk’s inventions, with their outstanding performance and variety, had already boosted the island’s trade and fa across the Grand Line.
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Vegapunk and his family were settled into one of the luxurious towers on the Golden Island. Redfield led him to Brook’s massive research complex, including a room sealed with seastone.
There was a gun lab belonging to sniper Hiruba, an invention workshop run by shipwright Tom, and a dical lab by ship doctor Crocus. When Vegapunk saw the sea train prototype floating in the pool, his eyes lit up and he instantly began studying it.
Later, when he saw the replica of the ancient weapon Pluto and the various technical blueprints, it felt like the gates of a whole new world had opened. Even he was in awe of the complexity of the weapons and couldn’t wait to dive into the research. There were even modified Dials—things he’d never seen before!
anwhile, back on Karakuri Island, panic had broken out. The island started shaking and then lifted into the sky! Most residents locked themselves inside, too afraid to co out.
A few tried to flee and nearly fell into the sea. The lord of the island didn’t even dare show his face.
The island floated for nearly two hours before finally settling down. So of the weaker houses collapsed in the process, and there were so injuries.
Brook and the others didn’t bother to et the locals or offer any explanation. They just took Vegapunk and left. His lab and ho were also moved to Golden Island by Golden Lion Shiki.
Most of his books, notes, and experintal animals were relocated, while so semi-chanized animals were left behind as protection for the island.
To their shock, the residents of Karakuri realized the snow had started lting—and the air was getting warr!
“This is a miracle! The gods must be blessing us! From now on, there’ll be no more harsh winters!”
Cheering broke out across the island. Even the lord was stunned—but he quickly ordered a rescue team to handle the collapsed hos and check on the injured.
“My lord, Vegapunk’s lab and house have been completely destroyed. They... might all be dead,” a guard reported grimly.
The lord stood there, silent. He sighed deeply. “The heavens must envy true genius… Our island’s hopes are gone.”
Still, he was grateful their island had been moved to a better location by the "gods." It was a fresh start. A chance to thrive and prosper.
That day was officially nad “God’s Descent Day”—a holiday to be celebrated every year. It would honor the miracle, and the genius Vegapunk and his family, who were thought to be lost.
In truth, Vegapunk was alive and well on Golden Island, getting acquainted with the Hell Pirates as he stepped into his new lab—with eyes full of excitent.
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