Chapter 387: Practicing in Purgatory
"Just like the inference we just mentioned, every 30-point increase in the strength of the biomagnetic field in the body is an obvious dividing line... If you want to apply 'magnetic field rotation' in daily practice in a relatively safe situation , my suggestion is to gradually increase the intensity.”
Quinn rubbed the fat on his chin and said matter-of-factly:
"Every 30 points is a dividing stage on average. The first stage is to control it at 200 to 300 units, allowing the body to gradually 'adapt' to the pressure in this situation, thereby gaining stronger physical fitness."
"When your body can adapt to the first stage, then continue to increase the intensity of the biomagnetic field in the body and enter the next stage...and so on, step by step, increase the limit that the body can withstand."
"If this method can really be implemented, maybe one day you will be able to reach 500 units of human body magnetic field strength under normal conditions, and achieve the terrifying form just now!"
Having said this, the fat man in overalls pulled his pants with a face full of enthusiasm, and his eyes were extremely bright:
"I call this process - "The Ascension Plan"!"
"Step by step, we climb up the strictly registered genetic sequence, surpassing the limits of the human body again and again, and finally, with a human body, we can rival the real gods!"
As the voice slowly fell, there was a dead silence in the entire laboratory.
"Gulu..."
In the extreme silence, the sound of Dorag swallowing his saliva could be heard very clearly.
He looked at the data and pictures that were constantly jumping on the whiteboard screen, his expression was extremely shocked, and stars gradually appeared in his eyes.
Plan to ascend to God!
Although he couldn't understand the messy data and inferences, the name alone made him look very handsome!
"Are you sure this is going to go smoothly?"
he asked with curiosity on his face.
Quinn suddenly sighed, shook his head and said:
"I don't know either."
"Because this process is too difficult. The human body is inherently fragile. Even after experiencing countless battles and hard training, the vast majority of people are nothing more than flesh and blood."
"Without the support and defense of Haki, even Whitebeard, who is known as the 'World's Strongest Man', will be injured by bullets and artillery, let alone push the magnetic field in his body to a level beyond the current limit of his body. ”
"In fact, Darren's ability to cultivate himself into an "indestructible body" has exceeded the scope of what I can imagine. This itself is an unexplainable phenomenon."
"the most important point is……"
He turned his head and looked at the dark-haired young man sitting on the hospital bed smoking, looking weak and depressed.
"Even if the magnetic field rotates at a low intensity, the pain you endure will not be much weaker than when it explodes with all its strength."
"The muscles will feel like a complete tear, the internal organs and body will feel like they are on fire, and even the body temperature will soar, causing body fluids to evaporate, and the pain will be unbearable."
"In addition, because this is not a short-term full-out burst, if you want the body to adapt to the rotation of a low-intensity magnetic field, the maintenance time will inevitably be very long... We are not talking about minutes, but tens of minutes. , but a long time measured in hours or even days.”
"The 'Indestructible Body' has no effect on counteracting this kind of pain, and neither does medicine. You can't faint because of excessive pain, you must stay awake."
"In other words, you can only rely on your own will to resist all the torture that feels like being in purgatory."
Dolag felt a layer of cold sweat break out on his back, his scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself:
"If you want to build a body like a god, do you have to hone your will like a god first?"
Even if he didn't experience it personally, just listening to Quinn's description, Dorag felt that his body was starting to hurt.
Thinking this, they both set their sights firmly on Darren.
Waiting quietly for his answer.
"Quite interesting."
Darren suddenly smiled and said.
"Huh?" Quinn said in surprise.
"I mean……"
Darren slowly raised his head, his tired and bloodshot eyes bursting with crazy light.
"Isn't it interesting to practice in purgatory and constantly challenge your limits?"
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New world.
The residence of the Don Quixote family.
On the spacious and soft leather sofa, a figure sat there, leaning back.
There was an open bottle of red wine on the coffee table in front of him, and a cigar had been burned out on the ashtray.
The quaint books were spread flat, covering the face of the young Draco. The cool sea breeze blowing in from the window blew the thin curtains into the air.
"Little Lord……"
A low voice sounded suddenly, and the smooth marble floor suddenly rippled in circles, like ripples on the surface of a lake.
A young figure wearing a black Italian suit slowly "floated" from the ground.
Senior raised his hand to straighten his tie, bowed impeccably towards Doflamingo, and said in a deep voice:
"The latest news has come from Holy Land Mariejoia. The leader of the Knights of God, Jaygo Lucia Michael, died in battle while performing a special secret mission a few days ago."
The entire resident hall suddenly became extremely depressing, and the air seemed to have stopped flowing.
A twisted murderous intent suddenly emerged.
"Is the source of the news... reliable?"
Doflamingo slowly raised his hand and took away the book covering his face.
The exaggerated sunglasses blocked his eyes, but there was an unconcealable shock in his tone.
The Knights of God, the highest existence in charge of the punishment of the world's nobles.
He vaguely remembered that they were a group of guys who were countless times more arrogant than them, the Celestial Dragons!
They wore special law enforcement robes and walked in the Holy Land of Marijoa. They were the most feared existence of countless Celestial Dragons.
And the Saint Jaygolucia Satan, who stood at the top of these people, died silently like this?
"The news should be reliable, from our spies planted in the Holy Land."
Senior nodded cautiously and said:
"And another news can also prove it..."
Before he finished speaking, the call of the Den Den Mushi suddenly interrupted him.
"Bulu Bulu, Bulu Bulu..."
The encrypted Den Den Mushi placed on the coffee table trembled violently, as if urging something.
Seeing the signal on the base of the Den Den Mushi, Doflamingo's expression suddenly became extremely strange.
Senior lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice:
"Then I will go out first, young master."
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Doflamingo waved his hand and said:
"No need, just listen here."
He picked up the Den Den Mushi and connected the signal.
The corners of his mouth gradually raised a crazy arc.
"It's been a long time since I heard your voice, respected Five Elder Stars."
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I'm grateful for everything.
