Pirate: My Piltover technology is far ahead!

Chapter 47 Mechanical Ascension?

No matter what kind of army it is, veterans are a valuable resource. Having experienced the battles, these veterans know better what to do in case of emergencies.

No matter how long you spend in the training field, it's not as valuable as the experience gained from actual combat.

The navy does not represent justice, or justice in a broad sense. They represent the world government's order, and in the eyes of most people, maintaining this order is part of justice.

With such a large number of members, the Navy contains all sorts of people. It is undeniable that some are fighting for the justice they believe in, thinking that eliminating pirates will bring peace. However, this goal is impossible to achieve.

The existence of pirates is fueled by the World Government, which needs pirates to remain within a relatively stable range to demonstrate the significance of its rule.

Breaking someone's leg first, then mercifully giving them a crutch, is a common practice for the World Government. In order to prevent them from becoming illegal zones and being plundered at will, member states can only try their best to raise the exorbitant Celestial Gold to satisfy the Celestial Dragons' desires.

As for the Navy, the World Government's control is not very strong. In the eyes of the Celestial Dragons, the Navy is nothing more than their trained hunting dogs. Apart from feeding them on time and providing them with military funds, the Navy makes many decisions on its own.

After Rocks' retirement, the seas became increasingly turbulent, and naval casualties rose. Many veterans who had retired to the second line had rich combat experience and were unwilling to retire due to injuries.

If Oran's prosthetic limb really can be made that cheaply.

"Ah-He, what do you think?"

In Marineford, in the staff room of the Naval Headquarters, Tsuru, then the Chief of Staff of the Naval Headquarters, and Admiral Sengoku were watching the broadcast of the Den Den Mushi.

At this time, Sengoku and Tsuru were the cornerstones of the Navy, and they made many important decisions. Even the current Fleet Admiral, Sora, began to gradually delegate authority and began to cultivate Sengoku, preparing him to take over the position of Fleet Admiral in the future.

Logically speaking, Garp should also be a pillar of the navy in this era, but he is always chasing Roger and basically does not participate in decision-making. He is mainly a force deterrent and a reputation booster.

"The newspapers weren't exaggerating, which is very significant. The custom-made prosthetics for the scientific troops are too expensive to be available to every soldier."

"That's not what I'm talking about. It's not just about medical products. Take iron blocks, for example. A soldier would need to train day after day to master that skill, but a metal prosthesis can do that right from the start."

Sengoku was more curious about the extent to which cybernetic bodies could be used in battle. Even if they couldn't be controlled as freely as the original body, as long as they weren't too rigid and could achieve half the effect of the original human body, it would be an enhancement for basic combat power.

Moreover, there is no rule that only disabled people can use prosthetics.

"There is still a big difference between military and civilian supplies. How far this doctor can go depends on his level. However, we should try to recruit him. The scientific corps is currently lacking people who can really take on important tasks."

Different people have different opinions. Doctors admired Oran's surgical skills, and some naval personnel were speculating about what changes the prosthetic body could bring. However, not everyone had thoughts of admiration or emotion.

In Mary Geoise, the Five Elders, representing the highest authority, still sat idly in the hall, seemingly quite content with their bonsai-like lifestyle, their age unknown.

"Satan, are you interested in the technology of the Nether?"

"It was somewhat interesting, but that's all it was. It's nothing to me, but winning the Iber Award is enough."

"Sidiel Oran, Vegapunk, even the lower realms can produce some rare individuals. If they can win the award, then grant them the honor of entering the Holy Land."

Satan didn't take the matter to heart. A report was only worth a few glances at. In Satan's view, Vegapunk and Oran still needed to work harder before they were qualified to serve the Celestial Dragons.

Regardless of external opinions or ideas, the progress of the surgery was not affected.

The surgery was now complete. The neurons in the arm had been connected to the metal control ring, and the prosthetic fingers were even moving. Mitt, who had already awakened, was getting used to his new arm.

"The feedback from the prosthetic arm is somewhat different from your original arm; you'll have to get used to it gradually."

The mechanical lung in your body should have a lifespan long enough to take you away. Considering your current situation, I've installed a wind-up power supply. If you feel short of breath, just wind it up a few times. Any other questions?

The people in this world are generally quite strong; even if they have fractures or missing teeth, they can recover by drinking some milk.

Aside from uncontrollable causes of death due to things like the Grand Staircase, people recover very quickly; they can usually move again after being bandaged up.

"No, this is the best I've felt since that battle."

The surgery was over, but the Den Den Mushi broadcast did not stop immediately. Feld's people would conduct a follow-up interview with Mitt to record his changes in the coming days.

This was no longer within Oran's purview. Shortly after the surgery, MADS left and sailed to Iber Island to participate in the awards ceremony.

When sailing the Grand Line, a logbook is essential, as the chaotic magnetic field renders conventional tools ineffective, meaning that the course between many islands is fixed.

Piecrow had already led his men to ambush a nearby reef on the only road to Iber Island.

This area is not recorded on nautical charts and only surfaces during specific seasons.

"As you've seen in the reports these past few days, this doctor must die here today. Otherwise, if he gains the attention of some powerful force and receives military support, we'll be even more helpless against him."

"Kill everyone on that ship, leave no one alive, and make it look like a shipwreck."

In order to avoid becoming a target for those who claim to uphold justice, Piecrow intends to hide his whereabouts as much as possible. On the vast ocean, it is not difficult to cover up a message.

"Boss, our men have spotted them. At their speed, they'll arrive in this area by tomorrow night."

"Excellent! Tomorrow night is low tide, and their ships will be trapped in this reef area. Looks like my luck isn't so bad after all. Everyone get ready. Whoever kills that Sidiriel will receive a personal reward of 100 million Berries!"

In a sense, Oran also experienced what it felt like to have a bounty of over a hundred million. The members of this assassin group were all desperate people who were after money. Under Piekro's huge lure, they were like wolves, waiting for their prey.

Finally, as night was about to fall, MADS' ships came into view.

(End of this chapter)