Pirate: My Piltover technology is far ahead!

Chapter 68 You big-eyed, thick-browed guy, trying to trick me into signing a contract of servitude?

"Dr. Sidier, it's been a long time. I've always wanted to thank you in person again, but unfortunately, I haven't had the chance."

In a conference room at the Navy Headquarters, Oran and Mitt meet again. Mitt has always held Oran, who gave him a new life, in high esteem.

However, he has been working on the front lines for the past few years, and Oran doesn't have a fixed position, so they have no chance to meet.

If it weren't for the World Government setting an example, Mitt's promotion speed wouldn't have been so fast. Apart from those naturally gifted rookies, most Marines don't have a fast promotion speed in the early stages.

Even Zephyr, who officially entered the battlefield at the age of 18, took ten years to become a junior sergeant. After that, it was much faster. With his explosive growth in strength, he took another ten years to become the youngest general at the time.

"It's nothing. I just gave you a chance. Everything you have today is something you earned through your own hard work."

"You're too kind. If it weren't for this arm, I'd still be living a life of debauchery in this small town."

"Wait, take this thing apart and let me see it."

Looking at the prosthetic body on Mitt, Oran felt that it had gone through a lot of hardships over the years. Compared to its exquisite appearance when it first appeared, which was indistinguishable from a human arm, it now seemed to have undergone a lot of unprofessional repairs.

The artificial skin was damaged in large areas, and the repaired parts also looked unnatural.

He reached out and grabbed the metal tube connecting the prosthetic body to his body. Zack's body extended along Oran's palm, unlocking all the safety locks in a second.

When Oran took the prosthetic body into his hands, Mitt didn't even have time to react, even though he had been using it for several years and it would take him several minutes to remove it.

At this point, Mit even suspected that he had overused his arm, causing it to fall into disrepair.

"The poor soldering must be causing some lag lately, right?"

Looking at the welding marks and damaged artificial muscle tissue on the mechanical humerus, which resembled scars, Oran, as the designer, could already foresee the problems that would arise during use.

"Occasionally, but it's just a slight stiffness, and it gets better quickly."

"That's because the debris was crushed by the joints; this can't continue."

It's not bad, considering this thing was originally designed for civilian use; it's not even considered police equipment.

Mitt forcibly brought an ordinary prosthetic limb into a more intense environment, and as the intensity of his combat increased, the prosthetic limb became increasingly unable to keep up with the intensity of the combat.

At first, the enemies were helpless against the steel arm, but as they gradually gained the ability to cut through iron, the arm was no longer a foolproof solution.

"That's why we invited you here, Dr. Siddirell. Your prosthetic technology shouldn't be limited to this, right?"

"The Great General of the Warring States Period! Vice Admiral Tsuru!"

Mitt wanted to salute, but his right arm was in Oran's hand, so he hesitated for a moment and made a rather strange gesture.

Sengoku simply waved his hand dismissively, not paying any attention. Mito wasn't a key figure; he was only there because he was a beneficiary of cybernetic technology.

"Of course, as long as the price is right, this prosthetic body can be upgraded. But how far it can be upgraded depends on your needs."

"General Sengoku, Dr. Siddiriel, since this is none of my business, I'll take my leave now."

Seeing that Sengoku and Oran were about to negotiate, Mito wisely planned to leave first, but Tsuru stopped him.

"No need, Captain Mitt. You can just listen from the side. There was no intention to hide this matter in the first place. As the actual user of the prosthetic body, you can offer more valuable opinions."

Before the awarding of medals, Mitt's rank remained unchanged, and only his friends would privately address him as Colonel.

At the crane's instruction, Mitt stayed behind, but stood silently at the back. It would be inappropriate for him to remain seated in this situation, so he ended up standing at the door with Frankenstein.

[The Doctor's daughter? Wasn't it her a few years ago? Come to think of it, the Doctor's face doesn't seem to have changed much over the years. How old is he exactly?]

Could you please absorb some electricity here?

While the two gatekeepers were each preoccupied with their own trivial matters, Sengoku and Oran's conversation got down to business.

The navy has its own independence, and most of the things they do do do not require additional reporting. As the successor favored by Sora, Sengoku can represent the will of the navy's top brass, and he and Tsuru are sufficient to complete the subsequent negotiations.

"The price is right. Dr. Sidier, you should understand that if you're referring to costs of hundreds of millions of Berries, then we can stop here for today."

"Of course not, but if you want, I can make a piece in that price range for you, and you'll definitely feel it's great value for money."

The cost can be adjusted based on the product requirements, specifically the level of strength you need. If it's just a prosthetic body for a regular soldier, then 100 million Berries should suffice.

Both are basic models, but the military version is even simpler to manufacture than the civilian version that Mitt was wearing. The technology is the same; the only difference is the materials.

For the sake of combat efficiency, the military version will sacrifice aesthetics to some extent. For example, the artificial skin can be removed, and many aspects will be simplified, such as removing some electronic components.

The reason is simple: the simpler the mechanical structure, the lower the probability of damage. It is robust and durable, which is the key point.

Excluding material costs, this is actually easier to manufacture.

"Adding specialized weapon modules and expanding the scope of modifications are all within our capabilities. I have a rough price list here for you two to take a look."

Oran slid over a form listing prices for various types of prosthetics and accessories.

This is not an ordinary world, but an extraordinary one, where individual combat power can even cause an island to collapse.

Therefore, the basic prosthetic body has a limitation in its range of abilities, and steel-cutting is considered the first threshold.

Once this threshold is exceeded, the strength of steel and flesh surpasses people's understanding and requires further reinforcement.

The Pacifistas in the original timeline, being steel creations, cost about the same as large warships, but their effectiveness in the New World remains limited. However, outside the New World, these things can basically roam freely.

Oran's prosthetic body has similarities, but his target was never those high-level combatants.

If their strength reaches that level, they wouldn't mind using technology to repair limbs lost in an accident, but they would never give up their original bodies for a mechanical creation.

The greatest benefit of inexpensive and mass-produced prosthetic bodies is to enhance the combat capabilities of grassroots units.

"Dr. Sidier, we have no doubt about your technical skills, but we have a new proposal. What are your thoughts on joining the Naval Science Unit?"

(End of this chapter)