Pirate: My Piltover technology is far ahead!

Chapter 33 The Honey Ice City of the Cybernetic Body World

The underworld is not currently showing the situation of the six kings in the original timeline.

Morgans was still an ordinary journalist, and there was still a long way to go before he founded the World Economic News Agency. At this time, Stussy, the queen of Pleasure Street, was still a cloned embryo.

However, some areas have already been separated, and Piecero, which Oran mentioned, is one of them.

Piecrow, a master funeral director, runs a large funeral parlor, primarily engaged in the funeral industry.

However, the scope of the funeral industry is much broader than what most people think of it, including but not limited to assassination, organ harvesting, and corpse smuggling.

Besides providing regular funeral services, they do almost everything.

Despite the increasing chaos of the Grand Line, their business was booming. Although this business did not conflict with Feld's business, neither of them would hesitate to take over the other if given the opportunity.

Do you know what you're saying?

"I'm sure my grammar is correct, but only if the first plan goes smoothly. I have absolutely no interest in organ trafficking."

These underworld giants are not good people at all. They move between pirates and the world government, doing all sorts of illegal businesses. If they were good people, they would have been devoured long ago.

But this sea is a place where everyone is more corrupt than the last, and without a doubt, Piecrow's business is the most bloody and dirty.

Moreover, in Oran's plan, even if he doesn't target Piekro, Piekro will have to take action against him.

"Wait a minute, all of you go out."

Feld interrupted Oran, then gestured for his bodyguards to all leave.

"Boss, in that case..."

"I told you to get out, didn't you understand?"

"yes!"

Feld wasn't good at fighting, but he had his own courage; otherwise, he wouldn't have reached the position of loan shark king. Although his bodyguards had all earned his trust, Feld still didn't intend to let details like these leak out.

Is it safe to talk here?

"Of course, I know an expert in wiretapping who modified my personal Den Den Mushi. With my skills, no Den Den Mushi signal will be transmitted out of this room."

"Don't your bodyguards know whether there's anyone around?"

With a click, Oran's top stopped spinning, and he sat up straight, his hands crossed and resting on the table.

"Hmph, I'm very interested in what you have to say. Now you can elaborate. Doubling the funds is not a problem, as long as you make me feel that this money is well spent."

"I don't need to elaborate on the value of the Iber Prize. If the charity you sponsor can win both the Medicine and Peace Prizes, it is enough to signify an achievement."

The Iberian Prize is a prestigious scientific event held every few years on the high seas, and it enjoys considerable recognition in various countries.

Each selection includes the Physics Prize, Chemistry Prize, Peace Prize, Physiology or Medicine Prize, and Literature Prize, aiming to recognize individuals who have made the "greatest contributions to humanity" in physics, chemistry, peace, physiology or medicine, and literature.

As a charitable organization, medicine and peace are undoubtedly the most important things.

"I have no power to manipulate the selection process for that award; otherwise, do you think I would need to invest in you?"

"Mr. Feld, you've misunderstood something. We have enough confidence in our abilities. You just need to let the judges know about it, and they will naturally award us the prize. All you need to do is create some buzz."

This is Punk's latest achievement. You can take a look. You can call it a flower bullet—a new invention that doesn't have direct damage capabilities but can prevent enemy guns from firing.

Oran didn't go into too much detail, explaining the effect in the simplest way. Sometimes Oran felt that people in the underworld were quite easy to get along with. At least these people only pursued efficiency, instead of being bizarre clients with fancy ideas that would only cause trouble in the end.

"This invention is definitely feasible. This kind of product is enough to convince the judges. What about the medical prize?"

Clang.

With a thud, Oran threw a metal arm in front of Du Feld.

The skeleton is made of metal, but to make it easier for outsiders to understand, Oran replaced the muscles with a transparent material, in which lines similar to blood vessels and meridians can be seen.

"A prosthetic limb?"

"It's a prosthetic limb. This isn't just for show. With just a small surgery, it can be integrated with the human body. How many people on this ocean have lost limbs due to accidents?"

They were originally the pillars of their families, but due to an accident, they became disabled. This thing is enough to give them a new life.

Arms, eyes, legs, organs—these can all be replaced by machines, which presents a new opportunity for countless people.

These prosthetics and artificial organs are not the Hextech-enabled ones that Kate has, but rather ordinary, inferior versions. They lack the enhancement capabilities of Hextech and can only replace what is missing.

"This isn't enough to win a medical award."

"Of course I know that. There are many people on the high seas who can make similar things. It wouldn't be complicated for Quinn and Judge to do it."

There are many geniuses on this sea, and quite a few people can make high-tech prosthetics, but those are not common, and the high cost is unaffordable for ordinary people.

"Mr. Dufeld, why don't you guess how much this prosthetic limb cost?"

Looking at the lifelike arm, which even had metallic muscle lines, Du Feld frowned but did not give an answer.

"I don't understand technical issues, so please just tell me directly."

"Five hundred thousand, just five hundred thousand peles, and the most expensive part is the neural interface. If we sacrifice aesthetics, the price can be lowered even further. Isn't this price enough to win this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine?"

This number is not high. Even if it doubles when sold, it is still affordable for ordinary people. In the original timeline, in Nami's hometown, Arlong's protection fee was 100,000 Berries per adult per month.

That's a rural area in the East China Sea, but most people there can afford it. If a family really faces a crisis, they can save enough money for a prosthetic limb in time.

"As long as the doctors are willing to learn, I can teach them how to perform surgery. Isn't that enough?"

While there are many people on the high seas who can make prosthetics, Oran is able to drive down the price, making it something that everyone can afford, instead of being an exclusive item for the wealthy.

Oran doesn't mind teaching the surgical technique, because the technical barrier to this surgery is low and it's not Oran's main source of profit.

In the Project universe, machinery has advanced to an absurd degree. Anyone with a little knowledge can assemble an arm from wasteland junk, and the technology for this prosthetic limb originated from there.

Instead of waiting for others to crack the code, it's better to take the initiative to teach it yourself, earn tuition fees, boost your reputation, and then use the principle of small profits and quick turnover to completely occupy this blank market at the bottom.

In Oran's project plan, the project was codenamed - Mixue Ice City.

(End of this chapter)