Pirate: My Piltover technology is far ahead!

Chapter 99: If there are mass-produced machines, then there must be Unit-01.

"Understood, I'm ready, Professor Zephyr."

Kuzan, a trainee from the third training camp, is the future Admiral Aokiji.

He is no longer lazy; on the contrary, he is full of energy.

A person doesn't become what they are overnight. The lazy Kuzan in the original timeline was a Kuzan who had experienced a lot and was filled with confusion.

He is still a passionate young man who joined the navy with great enthusiasm, wanting to make some contributions to the future.

Although he didn't understand why the first formal lesson at the naval training camp was fighting stick figures, he still stood in his designated spot.

"Zeff-sensei, what if we break it?"

"If you can do it, just give it a try. I'll apply directly to headquarters for you to graduate early."

Oran's creations were primarily designed for data acquisition rather than for the Navy to use as weapons, as training robots.

Therefore, their combat power is not high, but they are sturdy enough. Even the training aircraft are solid iron shells.

There are records of graduating students destroying training robots. For example, Sakazuki and Borsalino each scrapped one, and a creature named Garp also broke one because he couldn't resist the urge to smash it.

This refers to complete destruction, beyond repair.

The remaining people also left their mark on it to varying degrees. Now, the bodies of those robots have been replaced several times. The one that is used most frequently is no longer the same as when it was manufactured.

However, no one who has just enrolled has been able to do this, and the difficulty increases as you progress.

These robots can simulate and record the combat actions and methods of others. After two batches of trainees have worked together, the robots now have more practical combat experience.

The third cohort of students is essentially challenging the graduates of the previous two cohorts.

"Professor Zephyr, I'm very interested in that bottle of wine in your wine cabinet."

"Okay, if you can scrap this training machine, that bottle of wine is yours."

Although today is the first lesson in a formal class, Zefa has been teaching a "preschool" class for some time now.

Of the three classes of students he has trained so far, only Sakazuki and Borsalino can be confirmed as monsters, while Kuzan is the third. In terms of compatibility, Kuzan is also the one who matches him the best.

"No special abilities allowed. The rest is up to you. Let's begin!"

The dormant machine is activated once again, and Kuzan faces his first challenge after joining the Navy.

Seeing Kuzan, who still didn't know what domineering was, honing his body step by step according to his instructions, Zephyr smiled with satisfaction. This student was quite obedient.

However, Zefa was troubled again after that, as he realized that there seemed to be some problems with his son's upbringing.

Since becoming a bishop, Zefa has moved his family into the training camp, where he not only trains new recruits but also his own son.

In terms of combat philosophy, Zephyr believes that the body is fundamental; abilities can be relied upon, but not depended upon.

However, after the pirate attack, Yekrik became somewhat impatient for quick success. Zephyr's methodical teaching always seemed too slow to him, and he wanted Zephyr to find him a suitable ability so that he could achieve a qualitative change in a short period of time.

Although Yeklik would train his body as instructed, he still did not change his mind.

"Dad, have you found a Devil Fruit that's right for me?"

"Yekrik, you're too obsessed with Devil Fruits. That's not good."

"I just want to become stronger as quickly as possible."

"We still have to proceed step by step. You can become strong even without a Devil Fruit ability. Let's not talk about the older generation. You've met Lyriana, and she's not a Devil Fruit user."

During the past two years, Oran had visited the Marine Headquarters several times, and Lyriana would occasionally come out with him. It was during this time that Zephyr met Lyriana.

To be fair, Zephyr admitted that Oran's daughter was a genius. She had an exceptionally sharp fighting instinct and an unusually strong physique. Even after two years of special training, ordinary soldiers could not defeat her.

Especially since Leriana and Jeklik are the same age, the difference is even more pronounced.

"She said Uncle Oran already had a target, but he just had to wait a while."

"You're still young, so focus on building a solid foundation first. I'll find the right opportunity for you."

If Zephyr were to randomly find an unknown type of Devil Fruit, he could certainly do it, but as a father, he also wanted to find a stronger and more suitable fruit for his child.

Most importantly, he wanted to cultivate Yerkes' character first, because excessively pursuing Devil Fruits would lead him astray.

"What is this?"

Zefa saw a large box that was over a meter tall, and judging from the way it was packaged, it looked like a gift box.

"It's a gift from Uncle Oran, I haven't opened it yet."

[All-metal assembly model of Strike Freedom, articulated, 1.2 meters tall, 10989 pieces]

Looking at the appendix, Zephyr understood what it was: an assembled metal model, though he didn't understand why Oran named it Strike Freedom.

"With so many parts, how could a child possibly manage? Oran is really careless."

"Dad, where are you going?"

During halftime, Jeklik watched Zefa carrying the box and about to leave, and asked with some confusion.

"I'll put this together for you. It's too much of a strain on you. Focus on your training, and you can just play with it during your breaks."

Also, please don't bring these personal items to the training ground next time.

Zefa didn't give Yeklik a chance to explain further and temporarily kept it safe for him.

Meanwhile, in Mary Geoise, Satan had just put down his Den Den Mushi when his subordinates reported a lot of information to him.

"What's wrong, Satan? Have those people you're watching made any new moves?"

The Five Elders don't always hold meetings with all five of them. At this moment, besides Satan, only Nasujuro was in the room.

Nasujiro appeared very casual, not as cold as he usually was to ordinary officials.

The titles "Saint" or "Palace" are honorifics used among the Celestial Dragons. The Five Elders are all very familiar with each other, so they naturally wouldn't use those special honorifics.

"That guy, Siddiel, seems to be up to something in this no-man's-land. It seems this doctor's ambitions are a bit bigger than I thought."

"Sidiel? Oh, that kid who makes prosthetics. I remember you said you wanted to use his technology to modify CP9 agents who were eliminated. Did you carry it out?"

"Not yet. That level of modification is still too expensive. Those who were eliminated are not worth that price. Maybe we can consider it after his technology is further improved. Unfortunately, his level is still a bit lacking."

If his main focus hadn't been medicine, he could have brought even greater value to the world government.

In front of Satan were several name tags with the names of Vegapunk, Oran, and Caesar, among others.

"What's he up to in no man's land? Does he want to become king?"

"It doesn't matter. It's just an abandoned place that can't afford to pay the Heavenly Gold. I didn't pay much attention to it."

Vegapunk's skills were sufficient, but he was too idealistic, and such an idealist was difficult to control.

Sidiel is driven by profit and harbors considerable ambition, but he always operates within the rules. Such reasonable people are easier to control; unfortunately, he's slightly inferior to Vegapunk.

Satan looked very conflicted, as if he were making a difficult choice.

"So, who have you decided to choose to complete that task?"

"We're still observing. Actually, he's the most suitable person. He's greedy for pleasure, has no bottom line, and high-ranking positions and generous salaries can make him work for us. Unfortunately, his skills are too poor."

Satan's gaze fell on the name tag bearing Caesar's name. High-ranking positions and generous salaries were the least valuable things in the eyes of the World Government, yet they were precisely what Caesar desired.

If Caesar's abilities weren't so lacking, perhaps Satan would have entrusted him with important responsibilities.

Meanwhile, Oran, whom Satan considered somewhat lacking in ability, was in a completely safe place, unleashing his true power.

"Bear, try a few more times. I need to observe you a bit more."

"Okay, would you like me to slow down?"

"Try your best."

In his study room, Oran continued his research on P-particle shielding devices.

He himself doesn't have to worry about this problem, but others can't.

If you want to help others "slay demons," you'd have to wait until Oran mutates again, making his dreams able to carry people and bring other ability users to the people who specialize in dealing with demons.

Encountering higher-level beings like Bard and the Dragon King would also be acceptable; these are true gods.

Before this, this ability to be immune to weaknesses was exclusive to Oran.

Perhaps because it is too mystical, his own dreams have always been the biggest mystery. Even Heimerdinger had no clue about them and in the end only managed to come up with a dream tractor.

Perhaps when Oran reaches the pinnacle of science, this thing will fall apart on its own, since the pinnacle of science might just be metaphysics.

Oran didn't know how the World Government evaluated him, and even if he did, he wouldn't be surprised; this was exactly the situation he wanted.

In business negotiations, you don't reveal all your cards right away. The more cards you have up your sleeve before deciding to flip the table, the more valuable they are.

While Oran was putting on an act, two other teams were conducting live-fire drills nearby.

The 24 mechs were divided into four groups, and on the side, there was a twenty-fifth mech, or rather the first mech, acting as the commander.

The standard height of these mechs is three meters. The one in command looks no different from the other 24, except that the number on its chest is zero.

Ka—

After a rehearsal, Unit-00 crouched down, and the chest of the mech opened, allowing Ginny to jump out.

"It's really easy to use, there's absolutely no difficulty in getting started."

The remaining twenty-four mass-produced machines are not manned and are purely robots, while this Unit Zero can also be regarded as Unit 1, which is a command machine made by Oran alone.

Besides serving as a drone mech like other mechs, it can also be used as powered armor for people to wear, since Unit-01 usually has a few more functions.

As one of the many parallel universes in Valoran, this universe's technology tree has already overcome the difficulties of humanoid mechs. Although they have metal bodies, they can be as flexible as humans and maintain balance in complex environments.

The humanoid appearance allows the pilot to better adapt to the operation and combat style of the mech, and can use the mech as an extension of the body without complicated training.

"Have you gotten used to operating it yet? You have quite a talent for manipulating machines."

"But is this enough? It seems like we have to deal with an entire island."

"That's enough. I've invested all the money I saved recently into them. These twenty-odd mechs could be used to build ten warships."

To put it simply, for half-pacifists, the value of the Beli is relatively stable. For a long time, its purchasing power has not changed much. However, the number of pirates is relatively small now, so the era of a major increase in bounties has not yet arrived.

These Guardian mechs are still inferior to the Pacifistas. If the Pacifistas are heavy tanks charging head-on, then the Guardian mechs are light armored vehicles responsible for flanking maneuvers on the battlefield.

However, they were facing a group of pirates and gangsters without heavy weapons, so this level of defense was sufficient.

"But Oran, are you really going to let me drive this?"

"The pilot's position isn't fixed. Kate doesn't like the cockpit environment when the mech is closed, and Fran thinks it's in the way. If you're worried about danger, you don't have to."

"How could that be? This thing is so cool! I'm just afraid of breaking it; it sounds really expensive."

Ginny's eyes were practically sparkling as she looked at the mechs; the allure of piloting a powered armor was too great for her, and she simply couldn't resist this cool thing.

Although she had only driven it a few times, she had already fallen in love with it.

The bear was also very interested, but its size was too unusual for a human to drive.

Ginny was the weakest fighter in their group, but she was the one who needed the most external armor protection. Without Ginny's objection, she successfully became the pilot of the mecha.

The voyage continued, and after a period of practice, Ginny became increasingly proficient in operating the Guardian mech.

As they approached their destination, the second meeting also convened on time in Oran's book world.

"We'll be reaching our destination tomorrow. I have to ask, are you ready to be a hero?"

To be heroes is also why Oran ultimately chose this humanoid mech model; they are to appear as saviors and bring a new order to the island.

Whether as a force to eliminate evil or an armed force to maintain order, both need a positive image that can be accepted by the public.

Bizarre-shaped killing machines are better suited for slaughter, and they would also be suitable for establishing a regime of terror, but that is not Oran's goal. A human-like appearance is the most easily accepted.

After all, a prince riding a white horse and an orc riding a white horse are two different options.

(End of this chapter)