Pirate: My Piltover technology is far ahead!

Chapter 106 Welcome to Piltover

Only Oran himself knows what he's really thinking. Brand himself didn't care about Ginny's words. He knew his own level, and it was just his attempt to save the country.

Before long, they arrived in the town again, but this time, instead of secretly gathering intelligence, they walked in openly from the main road.

"Everyone! I have fantastic news! Derry of the Derry Pirates and the godfather of the Kurhe Gang have both been killed! They can no longer exploit us!"

Brand carried a megaphone and shouted the good news along the street, but no one responded. The town's doors and windows were tightly shut, and people had all retreated into their homes.

From Brand's perspective, Oran and his crew's arrival crushed the pirates who had previously ruled the area.

Although it is not yet clear what Oran wants to do, he is a scientist with a certain reputation on a global scale who has made outstanding contributions to the medical field, enabling countless people to stand up again.

No matter what, a person like that couldn't possibly cause more destruction than pirates and gangsters.

But the townspeople didn't know any of this. In their eyes, it was just a group of strong men wearing heavy armor carrying mutilated corpses toward them.

Over the years, as the island became a lawless place, its inhabitants witnessed far too many cruel things, with pirates and gangsters frequently fighting in the streets.

Even staying indoors could lead to trouble, so naturally no one would actively seek them out.

This is where Brand's value as a local comes into play.

He is quite well-known locally. Although no one joins him, the locals hope he can achieve something and provide him with supplies and help him hide his whereabouts.

Without the support of the locals, it wouldn't have been easy for him to persist for so long. The nicknames like "idiot" were purely self-inflicted, since his talent had little to do with scientific research, and the inventions he occasionally made were mostly useless junk.

"What is Brand talking about? That old bald guy Derry is dead?"

"No way, how could it be wrong? That corpse really is from Delhi! Does that mean he succeeded?"

"What are those things behind him? Did he really invent something to save the island?"

As they entered the town, the corpses of Delhi and the ranks of Imperial Guard mechs came into view of the residents.

As they drew closer, the full form of the Imperial Guard mechs came into view, and they realized that they were not knights in armor at all, but rather a series of "Iron Men".

The unknown brings fear. The Imperial Guard mechs are truly frightening when you don't know what those things are, but they would also be particularly reliable if used to eliminate pirates.

"I've seen that big guy before. He took down a lot of pirates and gangsters in town. Could they really be here to save this place?"

The townspeople who had seen Xiong Na, who was much taller than the mecha, also noticed him. More and more doors and windows started to crack, and countless people waited with curiosity and excitement to see how things would unfold.

There were also some pirates in the town, who were drawn out by Brand's shout.

"Captain Deedry?!"

The townspeople were still in the stage of suspicion, but the pirates were different. In the blink of an eye, they recognized their captain, well, in corpse form.

"How is it possible that Captain Derry, who is so strong, was killed?!"

"Run! What are you standing there for?! If even Captain Derry couldn't beat him, how could we possibly be a match for him!"

The pirates immediately turned around to leave, but it was too late. They heard heavy footsteps behind them. The last image they had of their lives was a sliding mech.

"Bubrand, did you really succeed?"

The pile of pirate corpses served as the best proof. Some residents mustered their courage and stepped out of their houses, looking at Brand standing among the mechs, and asked with a hint of anticipation.

"Of course, we'll soon be free from the oppression of pirates!"

Without needing anyone else to explain, Brand explained most of the situation on his own and began to educate the islanders about his idol.

When Oran led the artisans who had immigrated with him into the town, the remaining pirates and gang members had already been wiped out, leaving only the town's residents to wait for Oran.

"Dr. Siddirell, are you really going to drive all the pirates away?!"

"Is there anything here that catches your eye? Take whatever you want, as long as it drives the pirates away!"

Anticipation, curiosity, doubt, hope—the local residents' words conveyed different emotions, but they all shared one thing in common: aversion to pirates.

"Dad, everyone here hates pirates, unlike where Sister Lingling lives."

"Riley, this is the norm. These people are one of the factors that stir up the sea. Charlotte Linlin is no exception, but she is also somewhat of an exception."

At her level, she was no longer just a pirate, but a warlord who dominated a region, and her kingdom was her own.

In most places, she was infamous, but the inhabitants of Whole Cake Island recognized her rule and protection.

They paid a price for the right to live peacefully in the new world.

Whitebeard and Charlotte Linlin are both notorious pirates, yet the residents under their protection praise them. This is the distorted environment created by this terrible sea.

Non-member states that want to survive have to find their own way. They can't afford the World Government's Heavenly Gold, but they can afford the protection of the pirate flag.

People living in those places don't care about pirates or the navy; they only respect those who protect them.

To pirates like Charlotte Linlin, looting and leaving is the lowest form of survival.

"One of the factors?"

"That's right. Ultimately, if the roots of a big tree are rotten, no matter how beautiful the leaves are, they will eventually rot and wither."

Riley, you're still a bit young now. You might think what I do is strange in the future, but it's all to break up the rotten roots.

After all, I need a stable and healthy environment so that I can better accomplish all my plans.

You will meet all sorts of people in the future, including pirates who are forced to go to sea and reckless adventurers.

The navy has people who are determined to uphold the justice in their hearts, as well as those with stains that are hard to look at.

As I told you before, appearance doesn't determine whether someone is truly human, and affiliation or status doesn't represent their true self. When making friends, you need to see into their heart.

Oran led Leliana by the hand into town. A few years ago, he could still try to carry her, but that was no longer possible as Leliana's height had increased dramatically.

Don't think that children don't understand anything. They may look young, but they already have their own concepts of good and evil. So what Oran said is not ahead of its time.

He didn't want his child to go astray because of his own negligence in teaching, which could lead to some foreigner misleading him with a single sentence.

However, Oran understood the importance of taking things step by step, and stopped when he felt it was about time.

"I will drive away the pirates here and rebuild a new order. I will not oppress you, and your lives will be better than before. But now I need some manpower to help."

Are there any people in this town who have worked as journalists, printers, or photographers?

Oran was quite lucky; there were one or two people in the town with similar backgrounds. This wasn't surprising, as the town had once been a constituent republic, and due to the limitations of the island environment, most constituent republics were able to be self-sufficient.

There are no newspapers in China with a global reach like the World Economic News Agency, but there are still tabloids.

Finding someone with experience in this area in Oran was easy: print notices.

This small town is just a corner of Firefly Island. There is a large area outside of it. The most troublesome guy has been taken down, but not many people know this news.

Given the situation of the pirates here, as long as this news is spread, they should start to panic, and then we can gradually sort things out.

Moreover, the people on this island aren't entirely afraid to resist; they're just intimidated by the two ability users, Derry and Kurh.

Devil Fruits significantly enhance one's strength, making it easy for most Devil Fruit users to deal with ordinary people, much like tigers among sheep.

This is the fear in people's hearts. Two bullets can't control six people, but one bullet can control five. Those who dare to step forward even when they know it's a certain death are ultimately a very small minority.

Oran could also see from the reactions of the country's citizens after learning of their deaths in Delhi that there were any usable people on the island.

Several hand-cranked ink printing presses began to operate, printing images of Delhi's death and Oran's announcement to the pirates in the area, as well as reassurances to the local residents.

The ink printing presses worked non-stop throughout the night, and a large number of leaflets were ready.

"Brother Oran, how are we going to distribute these flyers? It's not realistic to hand them out one by one by manpower."

Xiong picked out some poorly printed notices and threw them into the furnace to destroy them. Looking at Oran, who seemed completely unconcerned, he felt a little curious.

"Don't worry, Kate should have already gone to find help for us by now, and she should be back by now."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Kate returned, clutching a bird that looked slightly frightened. As soon as Kate let go, the bird fluttered its wings, trying to escape, but there was no way to retreat.

"Don't be nervous, I know your president Morgans, he won't hurt you."

The bird Kate caught was none other than the newsbirds of the sea, Morgans's capable lieutenants. These newsbirds played a crucial role in his development of the World Economic News Agency.

There are many intelligent animals in this ocean. Some can even understand human speech and have learned to be domineering. The newsbird is undoubtedly one of the more intelligent ones.

Hearing Oran say this, the newsbird breathed a sigh of relief. Even if it was smart, it couldn't change the fact that it was a bird. Being caught by a cat for no reason was a huge fright for it.

But the next moment, Oran placed a stack of baileys and a box of fine bird feed in front of it.

Newsbirds have to work; their daily task is to deliver newspapers. Only after completing their tasks can they earn their "salary," which is food and shelter.

They not only recognize money, but also know how to find it.

"Do me a small favor: call all your colleagues in the neighborhood over. I'll buy all your newspapers today, and the rest will be a tip. All you need to do is help me distribute this notice flyer throughout the entire island."

Do you understand what I mean?

Professional tasks should be handled by professionals. Without a doubt, newspaper and naval reporters are the most skilled infiltrators on this high seas, while newsbirds are the most skilled messengers.

Aside from the doldrums, they can be found all over the world, and they can immediately spread the news after any major event.

There was another reason for doing this: Oran wanted to use these newsbirds to spread the word to Morgans. Once Morgans found out, given his personality, he would start exaggerating the facts and reporting the situation.

This was also one of Oran's goals. He didn't intend to hide; he needed the outside world to know that he was there, but not to know what he was doing.

By leveraging his status, he could influence and stimulate the economy of surrounding areas, revitalize the country, and build a perfect foundation for his own success.

Morgans is well-suited for this task. However, contacting him directly might lead to a lot of messy issues, given his personality. It would be better to just have these news birds deliver a brief announcement and let Morgans fill in the blanks himself.

The news bird made a thumbs-up gesture with its wings, then put away what Oran had taken out, indicating that it had agreed to the deal.

However, it then danced around for a while, accompanied by meows, essentially saying that it shouldn't let the cats come looking for them next time.

Newsbirds typically have defined work areas and usually operate in groups of a dozen or so. This particular newsbird returned shortly after leaving and began delivering flyers with its colleagues.

As the newsbird flapped its wings, leaflets, still smelling of ink, began to be scattered across various locations on Firefly Island.

"Piltover? I've never seen this spelling before. Does it have any new meaning?"

Although she's a Mink, Kate is actually quite cultured; she's even deciphered the meaning behind Oran's name. But the name on this flyer is something completely new to her.

"Piltwolf, the city of science and progress, will also become a city of inclusion, a new nation without racial segregation and discrimination."

A new order is about to be established, and the old order should naturally disappear.

To be more precise, "New Piltover" would be more accurate, but the difference is minimal.

(End of this chapter)