From Propulsion City To Multiverse

West Sea.

O'Hara Island.

Inside the Tree of Omniscience, an invisible guest was quietly flipping through the huge collection of books here, but none of the archaeologists here found anything unusual.

Even the historical text hidden in it has been carefully studied.

This person is Belfinger who secretly entered the West Sea around January.

He used the power of Jijia to apply for Lucifer's assistance. In less than three months, he copied about 68% of the books in the Tree of Omniscience, and the remaining 32% of the books are expected to be released in one and a half months. Complete the copy job.

Although it is a pity that this place will be destroyed by the slaughtering order, Belfinger did not remind these historians of their thoughts. After all, they have been targeted by the world government, and CP agents are most likely lurking on the island.

What's more, in the process of researching the historical text, O'Hara was basically in a semi-public state, and also sent a group of people into the great route to try to find other historical texts.

If these guys were really smart, they wouldn't do it, but outside of O'Hara, looking for an isolated, small-scale secret research.

In the three months he came to O'Hara, Belfinger saw the enthusiasm and naivety of these scholars for the historical text.

Everywhere in the town and in the port area, some residents can be heard talking about some rather taboo topics.

And these topics obviously came out of the mouths of scholars, and spread to the people of the surrounding islands through the dissemination of residents, and through the passing of merchant ships.

Is it true that the CP organization does not exist? The world government has been looking for evidence for O'Hara scholars to study the historical text.

It can only be said that the hearts of these historians are really big.

Leaving the avatar in the Tree of Omniscience, secretly copying books and materials, Belfinger did not contact any scholar's ideas.

At least in his secret observation, the agents of the CP organization secretly lurked a lot of people in O'Hara, and began to investigate the specific situation of O'Hara.

At this time, even if he appeared in O'Hara, he might be targeted by the CP organization. He reminded these scholars that it is very likely that his existence would be exposed.

What's more, Belfinger is more interested in technology than the so-called history, rather than a blank 100 years, that kind of thing does not mean much to the Human Revolutionary Federation.

If it is ancient weapons and ancient technology, perhaps Belfinger will be interested.

on a beach.

At this time, the setting sun was half below the sea level, and the golden waves seemed to shatter into a golden light under the blowing of the sea breeze.

Belfinger changed his face, and while roasting a large fish weighing more than ten pounds, he lay on the beach and closed his eyes in deep thought.

Lazy in nature, he doesn't seem to have much energy, but he has actually dispatched clones to secretly lurking around the West Sea.

For example, in Wang Gao's mind, there is a special meaning in his hometown, the "Land of Flowers", this powerful and mysterious country, where the turbulent situation is also becoming more and more clear in Belfinger's intelligence.

And Lucifer's Skynet is also spreading rapidly in the West Sea.

Suddenly, footsteps came from the grass not far away, and a dirty little girl appeared on the beach with tears in her eyes.

Then she found a bonfire not far away, and a tall man lying on the ground resting.

Belfinger turned his head and looked at Nicole Robin, who was stunned, and turned back indifferently, looking at the fiery red sunset in the air, and continued to be in a daze.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Did you mean this?"

Belfinger stretched out a vine, tied Nicole Robin directly, and pulled her aside. Nicole Robin's eyes showed a hint of surprise, as if seeing the same kind: "This... you are also a monster!"

Belfinger glanced at her pityingly,

Turning over the grilled fish, he mocked with some contempt: "Didn't those historical woods teach you some common sense?"

"You're not allowed to say that, Doctor." Little Robin pouted fiercely.

"Really? Then why don't you know your abilities? This is not some taboo knowledge. You don't even know about Devil Fruits. The so-called Scholar's Island really makes people laugh."

"Devil Fruit?" Little Robin looked puzzled.

Belfinger used the sand of the beach to squeeze out a plate and a knife and fork, while explaining the knowledge of Devil Fruit to little Robin.

"It turns out that there are many people like me in this world, that's great." Little Robin danced with joy.

Belfinger was noncommittal, cut off a piece of fish and put it on the plate, poured another glass of sea apple juice, and put it in front of little Robin: "Eat it!"

"What's so funny..."

The gurgling and the rumbling of the stomach made little Robin embarrassed.

"If you don't eat it, throw it away." After speaking, Belfinger ignored her and ate the grilled fish and juice to himself.

The hungry little Robin still couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food: "Then I'm welcome!"

Pick up a knife and fork, cut off a large piece of grilled fish that is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and stuff it into your mouth. Although Belfinger's cooking skills are mediocre, for little Robin, who often can't get enough to eat, this is simply a world. tasty.

"Wow...it's so thorny..."

The next day, after learning about history, Robin took the time to find books about Devil Fruits and confirmed the man's words.

It was still evening, by the bonfire.

Robin came here again, told him what happened today, apologized to him, and went to check on the Devil Fruit himself.

"Thinking of doubting everything is possible to spy on the truth." Belfinger said calmly, and poured a glass of juice for little Robin.

"Thank you." Little Robin sat obediently on the stone beside him.

Belfinger cut another serving of grilled fish and seaweed for her, and the two of them ate in silence again.

After eating, Belfinger carried out a training state, various peculiar joint techniques, and knowledge of human body structure.

There are also the use of vines to attach to the body, form vine armor, change body shape and appearance, create various clones, scout eyes and ears, form wings, isolate the body and dive into the sea.

The little Robin on the side watched it with relish, and even tried to imitate it.

A month and a half passed before I knew it. Like the South China Sea, July was the cold winter season.

Although O'Hara is in the subtropical zone and there is no snow, the weather is getting colder.

July 21.

The evening wind is very noisy.

After eating, Belfinger did not train as usual, but took out a book from his backpack.

The book is black, with golden lines on the cover, which outlines a mysterious pattern, like a door, the door is tightly closed.

On the door panel, the left side is composed of countless double-spiral stripes, and the right side is composed of digital barcodes.

On the upper side of the door is a tightly closed eye.

There was no name on the book, only a pattern of a door. Belfinger handed the book to Robin: "This is a gift for you, just drop the blood on it."

"Blood..."

Belfinger put a bone spur out of his finger, stuck it in little Robin's arm, and squeezed a drop of blood from the bone spur.

The blood dripped on the book, and the book seemed to come alive in an instant, becoming a liquid attached to the little Robin's arm.

"Uncle, what is this?"

"It's just a parting gift."

Little Robin was stunned when he heard the news, and asked in a daze, "Is Uncle leaving?"

"Yes, live well!"

After saying that, Belfinger snapped his fingers, and a tentacle rushed up from the sea, letting the development speak, and he went straight up.

"Uncle, you haven't told me yet, your name?" Little Robin shouted as he ran.

"You'll find out someday, goodbye."

After that, the tentacles wrapped Belfinger and disappeared on the beach, leaving little Robin alone, staring blankly into the distance.

The sun is setting, and the sea breeze is getting colder.

After a while, little Robin knew what the book on his arm was called and how to operate it.

With a thought, a reduced version of the book appeared in his hand: "The Book of Truth..."