Pirate: My Piltover technology is far ahead!

Chapter 57 The Iron-Armed Navy, The Hatching Egg

The Navy recruits new soldiers worldwide every year, and in special circumstances, it may even launch a larger-scale global recruitment drive.

In addition to regular promotions in recruit camp, the Navy may also grant appropriate ranks to those specially conscripted based on their abilities in special circumstances, including, in emergencies, the rank of admiral.

After the Marineford War, Green Bull and Fujitora joined the Navy in this way.

Mitt didn't have that kind of strength. After getting new lungs and arms, he started a new life. However, the town's sheriff had already been replaced, and the new sheriff was doing a good job. So, after getting used to his new body, Mitt joined the Navy.

The improvement brought to him by the prosthetics is undoubtedly significant. The nickname "Iron Arm" is not a modifier, but an objective description of the fact.

While Mitt's potential may not reach Garp's level, this arm greatly raises his minimum potential. Without any training, he possesses the hardness of steel and can withstand bullets and slashes simply by raising his arm.

For ordinary people, it's not so easy to achieve a qualitative change. Even if someone who doesn't know how to fight gets a prosthetic limb, their fighting performance will still look like they're just wildly swinging a blunt weapon.

Comit was originally a sheriff, and after getting used to his new arm, his potential was greatly increased.

"Hey, Mitt, massaging your arms again?"

At the Navy G2 branch, Mitt was sitting on the harbor side of the base, cleaning the filth inside his disassembled right arm between his legs.

There was also a toolbox on his left side, containing many oddly shaped tools, which he had made specifically to treat his arm.

"Unbelievable! I never imagined your hand was actually made of metal. Technology has advanced to this level."

"It was just good luck; I guess it served its purpose."

"Of course, you're about to be promoted to colonel, that's a jump of three ranks."

"I risked my life for it. Those pirates were tough to deal with. If it weren't for this arm, I probably would be dead."

Compared to the arm that was fitted two years ago, Mitt's prosthetic arm is now much more damaged, with the outer bionic skin basically peeling off, revealing the metal skeleton inside.

The metal humerus bore several deep knife marks, each one potentially fatal.

It's not that Oran's work is of poor quality, but rather that Mitt used it incorrectly. That arm was originally designed for civilian use, with the goal of better integrating it into society.

Under the cover of bionic skin, that arm was indistinguishable from a real one.

But Mitt used it in battle, to block bullets and clash with swords. Since Mitt himself didn't possess any domineering aura, over time the outer layer of his bionic skin naturally peeled off, revealing many of the ridges underneath.

This actually increases the power of the punch to some extent, but also increases the difficulty of maintenance.

"Don't just stand there looking, help me hold this up, it's quite a hassle to replace this part."

As the first prosthetic user on the high seas, Oran gifted him a set of parts for replacement in case of damage. Now those parts are almost used up, and if they break down again, Mit will have to find a way to contact Feld or Oran to buy new ones.

"By the way, headquarters has issued a transfer order, requiring you to prepare to go to headquarters for the medal ceremony, my Colonel Mitt."

He wasn't the only one receiving the medal; Mitt just happened to be there during the Navy's group medal awarding ceremony. During this period, those who were promoted would receive medals together with the new recruits.

At the same time, Feld also explained the Navy's ideas to Oran, who had no objection to them. Arms sales were already part of his plan, and the Navy was one of his largest customer groups.

Moreover, the navy is composed of a very complex group. Although it is a subordinate agency of the World Government, there are still quite a few navy personnel with their own ideas, and those are the ones worth trying to win over.

The details are still pending and need to be discussed further. After personally escorting Oran to his residence, Feld returned to his own business.

"dad!"

As soon as the door opened, Oran felt a tremendous force coming from his arms.

Feld prepared a rather grand house for Oran, and when Leliana saw Oran enter, she jumped over the second-floor fence and into Oran's arms.

If Oran's body hadn't undergone changes after arriving at this sea and he hadn't been constantly training, he might not have been able to withstand this force.

Leliana's language system is still developing, but her body is already quite mature. While an average three-year-old can run, Leliana can already perform some more difficult moves at the age of three.

This includes, but is not limited to, rock climbing, pull-ups, boxing, and over-the-shoulder throws. And like Blitzcrank back then, he was influenced by Kate to some extent and picked up some cat-like habits.

"How is it? Do you like it here?"

"I love it here, it's bigger than on the ship!"

Leliana raised her hand and drew a large circle, expressing her meaning through body language, while a loud bang came from the second floor, and countless transparent powders instantly filled the entire room.

Kate was holding several glass-like fruits and was gently scattering pollen from them.

"Orlan, the check is complete, there's nothing strange."

Those glass spheres are Probe Fruits, just like Honey Fruits, both are special products of the Valoran continent. However, the purpose of Probe Fruits is to search.

Its pollen will expose anything that is otherwise invisible. When used with special glasses developed by Oran, it can reveal whether there are any hidden Den Den Mushi or other electronic devices in the room, making it a great tool for preventing eavesdropping.

"Not bad. We've chosen our rooms and are all getting some rest. We'll be very busy in a few days."

After relaxing for a bit, Oran casually sat on the sofa and spoke to the people around him. He wasn't a research fanatic like Vegapunk; although he enjoyed researching new things, he wouldn't put pressure on himself when it was time to relax.

But at this moment, Frankenstein noticed something amiss.

"Father, the egg moved."

The eggs in the temporary incubator shook a few times, and several cracks even appeared on their surface, as if some creature was about to crawl out.

"Orlan, what's inside this egg? Can you tell me now?"

Kate and the others had no idea what kind of creature's egg it was, and Oran had been playing the riddle game, never giving an answer on the ship, as if he were leaving it as a surprise.

"Dragon egg."

"Dragons?! Do dragons really exist in this world?"

"Of course, and there are many more in unknown corners. This is an egg of an elemental dragon, something I obtained through a trade with the tenth princess of Ixtal."

Riley, come and see how life is born. It's the most amazing thing in the world.

喀

The eggshell gradually cracked, and a head as hard as a rock poked its head out of the shell.

(End of this chapter)