Vegapunk explained:
"The Spore Bomb of the Shroom-Shroom Fruit can only be launched once every ten years."
"Normally speaking, this shouldn't make sense."
"After all, after eating the fruit, the power should be controlled by the user."
"But according to all known data, for every previous user of the Shroom-Shroom Fruit, this Spore Bomb could only be launched once every ten years."
"So it's very likely that the Spore Bomb of the Shroom-Shroom Fruit requires some kind of nutrient from the body to synthesize."
"And this process takes as long as ten years."
"As for what exactly it needs, although I'm very curious, I don't have the time to study it."
"But with this Pacifista, things are different."
He looked at the white-haired, dark-skinned little girl:
"Unlike the government's plan of fully transforming humans into mechanical Pacifistas—"
"This Pacifista was completely cultivated."
Karol raised his eyebrows:
" Cultivated... robots?"
Vegapunk nodded:
"That's right, robots."
"A robot with flesh and blood, a living robot."
"And we have to thank Enel for bringing Judge's experimental data."
"All the data, once integrated and combined—"
"Using lineage factor editing technology, plus some ideas I discussed with Sakazuki, we created this."
"Because it's cultivated, it has unlimited potential."
"In theory, it could even integrate the innate special abilities of some rare races or even Devil Fruit powers."
"But progress in this area isn't going very smoothly; the conflicts between different cells are too intense."
"So for now, we only cultivated the most primitive first generation using the flesh of the Love-Love Fruit user."
"With very strong talent, and most importantly—"
"It can greatly shorten the growth period."
"Like Judge's cloned soldiers, in just five years, you can cultivate a twenty-year-old elite soldier."
"With my optimizations, now it can be shortened to three to four years."
Vegapunk looked at the white-haired, dark-skinned little girl, about eleven or twelve years old:
"So after eating the Shroom-Shroom Fruit, in about two years, she will grow to twenty years old."
"And she can accumulate one Spore Bomb."
"Right, if there's no rush to use it—"
"After two years, we can use one Spore Bomb for research. Maybe we can directly cultivate a special Spore Bomb."
Similar to the abilities of the Shroom-Shroom Fruit or the Venom-Venom Fruit.
As long as we have enough equipment and research time, it can definitely be analyzed. With the original sample, cloning it wouldn't be a problem.
Karol nodded:
"I see..."
"Alright, I'll report to Admiral Sakazuki."
"Then I'll return to deliver the message first, Dr. Vegapunk."
"You should rest early too."
Vegapunk said:
"Mm, go tell him."
Swoosh—
Karol disappeared.
Vegapunk sighed a little:
"Rest... there's just not enough time."
He rubbed his nearly bald head:
"If only I had a few clones."
"Sigh."
"...."
"...."
"...."
"Wait."
"Clones... clones..."
"Maybe it's possible!!!!!!"
...
Holy Land.
In the spacious white hall, the Elders frowned at the pile of reports on the table.
The tall, thin Elder frowned slightly:
"This won't do."
"How is the Revolutionary Army developing so fast?"
The curly-haired Elder also frowned deeply:
"Indeed."
"This speed of development is completely out of control."
"Being able to purge some failed nations is naturally a good thing, but at this rate—"
"I'm afraid it will affect nations all over the world."
The sword-wielding Elder said:
"That won't happen. At most, it'll stir up chaos in the Four Seas."
"What they rely on is nothing but those endless masses of fools."
"Overturn the world? They're far from that."
The blond Elder said:
"But even so, we can't just ignore it."
"After all, the primary source of the Heavenly Tribute comes from the member nations in the Four Seas."
The sword-wielding Elder nodded:
"That's true..."
The burly Elder said:
"Why not let the Marines take action?"
"Launch a full-scale wanted order."
The curly-haired Elder thought for a moment:
"The Marines' main focus should still be on the New World."
"As for the Four Seas, have the Marines pay more attention to the safety of the member nations."
"Forget the full-scale wanted order, since the New World is already gradually descending into chaos."
"That guy..."
The sword-wielding Elder said:
"Has shattered the balance of the New World that lasted for years."
"He sure has..."
"But it's just as well. Letting those reckless pirates grow stronger and stronger isn't a good thing."
"This is the perfect chance to add a new Pirate Emperor and stir things up."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
...
Grand Line, Baltigo.
Revolutionary Army Headquarters.
The wind and sand were so heavy that visibility was less than thirty meters.
But even under such conditions, training at the headquarters' perimeter continued as usual, without the slightest pause.
Suddenly.
The storm of wind and sand stopped.
Then, within a kilometer radius around the headquarters, the wind and sand gradually ceased and vanished.
From the inside, it looked like a giant protective shield covered everyone's heads, shielding them from the storm.
Everyone looked up in surprise:
"The Supreme Commander is back!!!!"
After being away for many days, Dragon appeared at the headquarters' gates.
After greeting the soldiers with a smile, he returned to the command hall.
...
Inside the hall.
Kuma looked at Dragon and said:
"Did everything go smoothly?"
Dragon nodded slightly:
"More or less."
"The location of the Empty Level has already been told to Ivankov by the bribed jailers."
"As for what to do... it's up to him now."
"Sigh..."
Kuma comforted him:
"You've known this day would come, haven't you?"
"It's just that things have always gone too smoothly, so you never tasted failure."
Dragon sighed softly:
"Yeah..."
"This is reality... how could everything go smoothly forever..."
"But... it really hurts."
Kuma said:
"Believe in Ivankov. He can do it."
Dragon collected himself:
"Yeah."
His eyes narrowed slightly, looking toward Mariejois:
"The battle has only just begun..."
...
Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
Inside the Fleet Admiral's office.
Sengoku frowned and put down the Den Den Mushi:
"Damn it..."
"What a mess..."
He rubbed his temples... He had clearly taken over the Navy at its peak.
But why is it so different from what I imagined...
With Fleet Admiral Kong gone, Garp slacking off, the new generation still needing time, and the two newly promoted Admirals messing around, it was still only him and Sakazuki holding everything together.
On top of that, in the New World, the remnants of the Roger Pirates and Red-Haired Shanks were stirring up trouble, making things unclear.
In the Four Seas, the Revolutionary Army was blooming everywhere, and the Elders ordered the Marines to protect the member nations at all costs.
Bang—
He slammed the table to vent his frustration.
Sengoku calmed himself, reached for the Den Den Mushi:
"Notify all branch commanders in the Four Seas."
"Conference call at 8 p.m. tonight."
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The fanfic is Finished on p@treon/tambeerg. 414 chapters in total