Pirate: My Piltover technology is far ahead!

Chapter 67 Power Outage and New Recruits

"This guy is such a troublesome guy, it seems like I made a mistake to make a deal with him."

At daybreak, Oran woke up on time and then rubbed his head.

It wasn't fatigue, because of Oran's special dream ability, his body always got the best rest, and his dream clones wouldn't bring back the feeling of fatigue. It's just that the experiences in the dream wouldn't disappear, so Oran needed some time to process these things.

Yesterday, he fought in underground boxing matches all night long.

Now, Sett has lost his brass knuckles and relies on his "black fists" to beat others to a pulp in the boxing ring every day.

Based on the difference in the flow of time and Sett's progress, Oran felt that the next time he saw Sett, the kid would probably have mastered full-body Armament Haki.

Oran's rest time was relatively fixed. It was still quite dark, so he casually pulled on the light cord of the bedside lamp.

patter

The rope made a hollow sound, but the lamp did not light up.

"The quality of the equipment from Naval Headquarters is really quite poor."

At this point, Oran hadn't realized there was a problem; he simply thought the lamp was faulty, until he discovered that everything in the room that used electricity seemed to be malfunctioning.

"Fran, what did you do last night?"

Besides patrol teams, the streets outside also saw naval personnel carrying toolboxes and repairing equipment. Considering Frankenstein's abilities and personality, Oran had already guessed some things.

"Rest, eat, and do nothing else."

Frankenstein answered truthfully. For Frankenstein, eating was like recharging. Given her physical condition, eating ordinary food not only failed to replenish her energy, but also required her to expend extra energy to process it.

Given Frankenstein's somewhat stingy nature, it's impossible for him to voluntarily eat food that has no purpose.

Energy is the special food that Frankenstein needs, and this short circuit is very similar to the situation that occurred on the MADS research ship.

To her, free electricity was just an opportunity to freeload.

"How long did you charge it?"

"The power went out before it was fully charged all night."

Because the Naval Headquarters is a major military stronghold, its electrical circuits are designed to be zoned. Damage to one zone will not affect the whole system. The Navy should be grateful for this design, otherwise they would know today what the consequences of a massive blackout across the entire island would be.

Frankenstein's core isn't an ordinary battery; it's a Hextech crystal combined with the Accumulate-Accumulate Fruit. When these two are fused together, it becomes a bottomless pit, and the difficulty of recharging increases over time.

One day, Frankenstein might find it as difficult to fully charge an electric battery as he would to top up a phone bill.

It's already a good thing that the Navy Headquarters has electricity for its personnel. High-powered electrical appliances are a rarity on this vast ocean. However, Oran and his crew left behind a mystery.

For a long time, the people at the Navy Headquarters couldn't figure out what kind of extremely power-consuming device Oran was carrying.

"Speaking of which, Fran's habit will have to be reconsidered in terms of power plant capacity in the future."

Oran added another note to his plan: although he didn't have his own territory yet, he was just conducting research in the place prepared by Feld.

But this is only temporary. According to Oran's plan, after this matter is over, he will prepare to move to a suitable island to build his own base.

"Is there any oil in Alabasta?"

While searching for a suitable area on the nautical chart, Oran happened to come across Alabasta, a desert country. Compared to most countries, its territory was vast, and it might contain a large amount of untapped resources.

There's no mold here, and most countries don't have any plans to develop oil resources. If there were oil, this desert would be a natural treasure trove.

The logistics at Marineford were still adequate, and the circuits in the area were restored in no time. By then, it was already daylight, and several warships began to approach Marineford.

The number of people a warship can carry varies depending on its model. Large warships can carry anywhere from 800 to over 1,000 people, with slight adjustments made based on the actual situation and mission objectives.

The different markings on the sails indicated that these warships came from different branches, and these were the people who should have arrived a few days earlier.

The square suddenly became crowded with military doctors preparing for their training, wounded soldiers in special circumstances, soldiers about to be awarded medals and promoted, and new recruits who had just joined the army.

The most eye-catching among these people were Mitt, who was equipped with a metal arm, and some of the more unruly recruits.

Mitt was a typical figure created by the World Government some time ago, so it's understandable that he has a higher profile. However, people's attention is more focused on Mitt's arm.

"Is he the one with the iron arm, Mitt? I heard that his hand is entirely mechanical, and it looks exactly like a real hand."

"Why wrap a prosthetic hand in bandages? It makes no sense."

"Who cares? Maybe it's just a personal habit. Can newspapers lie? I heard he took down a pirate with a bounty of 50 million with that hand."

"Fifty million? Is that impressive? I don't remember it being that many."

"You must have remembered it wrong."

A group of people were whispering, and the hushed sounds reached Mitt's ears. These words no longer stirred any emotion in Mitt; he was used to it.

Back when he was in the branch, his colleagues, whom he knew well, would ask him all sorts of questions every day, almost to the point of disassembling the prosthetic body to examine its structure.

"Looks pretty impressive, don't you think, Sakazuki?"

Mitt's arm also aroused the interest of many new recruits. Normally, new recruits do not need to come to the Navy Headquarters; they usually stay where they sign up.

Even after graduating from naval school, not all the soldiers waiting to be assigned to their unit will come here.

Those who were specially sent here by warships were the best recruits from all over the country.

The person speaking was wearing a white vest and a yellow short-sleeved shirt. His orange-yellow sunglasses obscured his eyes. Apart from the word "navy" on his skullcap, he didn't look like a recruit at all. He looked more like a street thug.

His name is Borsalino, he is 26 years old, a monster newly recruited by the Navy. The local branch was no longer able to teach him, so they sent him to headquarters in the hope that he would receive a better education.

On the recruit ship, he met someone he could get along with fairly well – Sakazuki.

He wore a standard navy cap, a red short-sleeved shirt similar to Borsalino's, a flower-shaped tattoo on his left chest, and a sword on his back.

He is only 23 years old this year, but like Borsalino, he is called a monster rookie.

"He fought on the front lines even after losing his original arm; he is a soldier worthy of respect."

"You're still so serious. I'm not talking about him as a person, but that arm. It's said to be an invention of the last Iberian Medal winner. Everyone says it's because of that arm that he was able to get promoted to colonel."

"How come I haven't heard of this news?"

"Maybe you're too serious, so not many people dare to strike up a conversation with you."

"Is that so? This is a meaningful invention."

"The more inventors like this, the better, so that justice can be served more thoroughly."

(End of this chapter)