Pirate: My Piltover technology is far ahead!

Chapter 46 The Navy's Gaze

"What good does this idiot do? He could easily become a guest of honor in any country, but he insists on bothering with those lowly fellows. Where did Feld find such a stubborn fool?!"

Piekro was very angry; the more he read the newspaper, the angrier he became.

If Oran simply sold prosthetics or similar items, Piekro wouldn't have any emotional reaction, since this technology has always existed at sea.

The unique climate of the Grand Line has fostered extremely special island cultures. The development of each island is vastly different. Some islands are still in a primitive ecological environment, while others have already entered the industrial age.

Given sufficient financial and physical resources, customizing a high-tech prosthetic limb would not be difficult; what angered him was that Oran had broken the price range.

They managed to transform prosthetics from an exclusive item for the wealthy into an affordable product that ordinary people can use, and at a lower price than his.

He was going to commit murder and robbery, and then there was the process of pairing, storing, and transporting the goods. But Oran could simply move his fingers and assemble something with superior performance, without having to worry about rejection.

In terms of cost, Piecero is completely outmatched. Most importantly, there is no moral burden whatsoever in using man-made products. Oran can hand out GGs on the streets and alleys, and even deliver leaflets to the Navy branch without any problem.

But Piekro is different; none of his businesses can be brought into the open. If Oran were to spread his technology around, Piekro would suffer a devastating blow.

"That guy Feld really went all out, he actually bribed that bastard Umit. It seems that bastard is determined to take this opportunity to clean up his act."

Umit's main business was shipping, and Du Feld's main business was loan sharking. They were both people who, if handled properly, could put on an official facade and smoothly transform into legitimate businessmen.

But not Piekro. No matter how much a killer group and organ trafficker tries to transform itself, it can't change its essence. The World Government still cares about its reputation and will label its actions with various righteous names.

Piekro couldn't get the world government to vouch for them for these killers and organ traffickers; his own worth wasn't enough.

If we can achieve what the Germa Kingdom was like at its peak, there might still be a chance.

But now, he doesn't have that time.

"Sidiel Oran, you're asking for it, so don't blame me."

Piercroft not only wanted to take action, but also planned to lead the team himself. He was currently not too far from the island where Oran was staying.

This was something Feld didn't know either; people in the underworld all had their own secrets, and no one would reveal their usual hiding place to another.

While this group marched toward Oran’s life, Oran was preparing for surgery, which was broadcast live to the public by newspaper reporters.

It's not enough to just talk about prosthetics; what's needed is an example, someone with a tragic backstory that can evoke empathy, and preferably someone with a certain level of fame.

Oran didn't need to worry about that; Feld had already chosen a patient for him: a sheriff from a small town under the kingdom's control. He had lost his right arm and suffered multiple penetrating lung wounds while protecting the townspeople during a pirate landing. Although he had survived by sheer luck, he could no longer do any heavy work.

This incident happened just a few months ago, and it was quite well-known at the time. After all, the world government occasionally needs to establish a hero as a role model. However, the disability compensation that should have been paid never came to fruition.

Du Feld had taken this into account in his previous publicity campaigns and had mentioned the sheriff's story several times.

The air in MADS' operating room was filled with the smell of disinfectant, which mingled with the coldness of the metal instruments, creating a tense and solemn atmosphere.

The person on the operating table was pale, with beads of sweat on their forehead, and deep fatigue and unease beneath their tightly closed eyes.

The bandages on the missing arm had been removed, revealing a recently healed wound and a shocking scar, a testament to the ferocity of the previous battle.

"Mite, relax. I've already told you about the surgical plan. I will completely replace your lungs and fill the gap in your right arm with a mechanical prosthesis. You're in good physical condition. Once you recover, you'll be able to move freely like before."

Oran looked relaxed; the surgery was easy for him, much easier than giving Kate a heart transplant.

"Your medical expenses this time are completely covered, so what's there to worry about?"

"Replacing a human body with metal instruments is something I never dared to imagine before. But whatever you do, doctor, my future is in your hands."

"Don't worry, none of the patients I treat will die on the operating table. Anesthesia begins."

Kate's case was special, so Oran took on all the important aspects of the surgery himself. Now it's different; some things can be left to his assistants.

After the anesthesiologist finished injecting the anesthetic, he went to the side and started swinging the Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooped-up noodle) to broadcast the live. As long as Mito didn't suddenly wake up halfway through the surgery, the anesthesiologist would be fine.

"We'll work on the arm first, removing the healed portion to prepare for neuronal connections."

Oran took a ring, which was the most crucial part of the prosthetic technology. He was not replacing a decoration with a free-moving arm, so he needed to connect the nerves in the arm through this device.

If necessary, an additional chip can be implanted in the head to enhance control over the prosthesis.

The operating room was completely silent. Apart from Oran's commands and the sounds of the equipment, there was no other noise. All of this was being transmitted to other screens under the watchful eyes of a bunch of Den Den Mushi.

In the Western Sea, at a medical school in a certain kingdom, a professor is leading a group of students in watching this live broadcast.

"Look carefully! That's the nominee for this year's Iberian Medal in Medicine. His achievements today are an epic leap forward in the history of medicine!"

And you, Hogback! Don't think you're the only genius in the world; there are plenty of people more talented than you!

A chubby boy was scolded by the professor, but he didn't take it to heart. Although he was only 12 years old, he had already performed several surgeries independently. Even after watching the live broadcast, he didn't think his surgical skills were any worse than Oran's.

This technology must be able to make a lot of money.

However, he didn't refute anything, but instead calculated how much profit this technology could bring.

But in fact, the people most interested in this live broadcast were not doctors from various places, but the Navy.

The navy's sphere of influence covers the entire ocean. Whether it's the four seas or the Grand Line, their presence can be seen everywhere. The navy, which is constantly engaged in combat, is the group with the highest casualty rate.

Although the Navy has its own research units, they do not care about ordinary soldiers. They provide a pension, recruit new soldiers, and transfer disabled veterans to the second line. This is obviously more cost-effective than customizing prosthetics for ordinary soldiers.

Now, however, they have seen a new path.

(End of this chapter)