Pirate: My Piltover technology is far ahead!

Chapter 40 The Student's Strongest Skill - Calling for Help

"Wait, Siddiel, you can't do this!"

Oran's words immediately shattered Caesar's defenses. Deducting only half of the funds was not fatal for Caesar, as he usually overstated the amounts he reported.

If half of what he normally did were taken away, he'd be struggling financially, and Oran and Vegapunk generally wouldn't waste time investigating what he'd actually done.

But Quinn is different. This kid can really scrutinize every detail and then deliver a devastating blow to himself from the root.

However, Oran ignored Caesar's wails and turned back into the cabin to begin strengthening the circuitry near his laboratory.

People have to pay the price for their actions, and letting Caesar's archenemy handle this matter would undoubtedly get the desired result.

There's no easier way than to get Quinn to do the job wholeheartedly without any reward, with just a single sentence.

As for why Quinn was chosen instead of Judge, that's a victory for a simp.

"Mhahaha, Caesar, you should just focus on recovering from your injuries. I'll go check your accounts first, and I guarantee there won't be a single mistake."

Quinn's upturned lips were impossible to suppress, or rather, he had no intention of suppressing them at all. Just as arrogant as Caesar was when he first ate the Devil Fruit, Quinn was just as smug now.

"Quinn, you bastard!"

"Watch your mouth, Caesar. Don't forget who's in charge of your finances now. But even if you try to sweet-talk me, I won't hold back, mwahahaha!"

[Should I change my attitude? Quinn... he's actually reaping the benefits?]

Judge, seeing the situation of the two, began to doubt the meaning of life. It seemed that their resistance was impossible to succeed. In that case, joining might be an option.

After all, Quinn, that shameless simp, actually got something.

The inner thoughts of Judge and Queen are unknown, but what is certain is that Caesar will be struggling financially in the coming months.

The weather on the Grand Line is unpredictable. This rain came and went quickly, as if it had been rained specifically for this battle, and soon it stopped.

Not long after, Oran finished dealing with the circuit problem and arrived at Vegapunk's side to review his analysis of lineage factors.

"Are you still deciding to start with the Zoan type?"

"Yes, Zoan-type Devil Fruits have the lowest cost, and because of the 'consciousness' they possess, they are easier to replicate."

Frankenstein's research seems to be quite successful; looks like you're planning to start with the Superman series?

"Pretty much. We don't need to waste time researching the same things. Let's have Caesar join the Natural Sciences department after a while. He's quite suitable to be the one being studied."

Natural samples are scarce, making Caesar the best subject of MADS research. Moreover, the major project on lineage factors was initiated a long time ago, and as a shared project on board, research data on this matter has always been shared.

Those with ability contribute their abilities, while those without ability naturally become laborers.

Vegapunk and Oran then went to a special research chamber. In this room, three incubation chambers were placed in the middle of the room. Without a doubt, these were the objects of Vegapunk and Oran's cloning.

As time went by, the clones gradually took shape, but obvious differences could be seen among the three clones.

Barkin's clone is closer to the physique of a young girl, while Charlotte Linlin's clone still has the appearance of an infant.

As for Whitebeard's clone, Bakkin, that idiot seems to have done something himself, which makes things a little strange.

"Punk, do you want to clone an adult directly?"

"Yes, I plan to have her as an assistant, and she can also perform some special tasks. Bakkin is quite capable in this regard."

I lengthened the telomeres in her cells and slowed down the rate of cell division, so that she could maintain this state for a long time and stay at her peak physical condition.

It seems we've disagreed again.

Although the incubation chambers are together, Oran and Vegapunk have not interfered with each other's cloning work. Judging from their current performance, Oran's ideas are clearly more complicated.

"It's convenient to directly clone an adult, but the lack of growth time will affect her potential. I don't want cloned soldiers to be used as expendable resources."

Letting her grow up step by step, guiding her development—that's what I want to do.

Vegapunk and Oran started from different points. Vegapunk only wanted a capable assistant, which saved time, while Oran wanted a top-notch fighter who could dominate the seas.

This takes time, and even if it requires a lot of effort and dedication, Charlotte Linlin, who grew up in a normal environment, has no psychological or mental illness, and has undergone systematic training, will inevitably have a much higher potential than the original Big Mom.

Moreover, while the Soul-Soul Fruit's abilities are outstanding, they are not the most suitable for her. According to Oran's plan, a Mythical Zoan type is also essential.

"Growth. You're right. This time I seem to have been a bit too eager for quick results."

"Your approach might not be so bad, it's just a different choice."

They didn't exist in this world originally; we created them. Since that's the case, regardless of the purpose, taking responsibility for one's creation is a fundamental principle, and don't you agree with that?

"Yes, clones are still human beings, that's beyond question."

As night fell, although many laboratories were still lit up, most people began to rest, preparing to have more energy for tomorrow's research. However, they were not the only ones doing research.

On another continent, some people are also checking out their new equipment.

In Piltover, a large, cauldron-like object stood in an open space, and a group of people were following the instructions of a furry little man, constantly installing new parts.

"Professor Heimerdinger, is this all right? The previous dozen or so attempts all..."

"Of course, this is the power of science. Given the right timing, we can definitely accomplish this, but right now we need a little help, Lulu! Stop playing around and unleash your magic here!"

Heimerdinger looked around, picked up Lulu who was catching ants in the corner, and pointed her to an interface.

As magical energy flowed into the machine created by Heimerdinger, the surroundings seemed to transform into a dreamlike world, and soon Oran's illusory figure materialized there.

"Professor Heimerdinger? What are you doing here?"

"Someone told me you were in some trouble. This is my newly developed dream enhancer, which has finally managed to bring your consciousness from your dream back to me. What exactly is your situation now?"

(End of this chapter)