"The devil fruit's material, the devil fruit and martial arts fusion application, the principle of the bloodline factor... they're all some good stuff."
On the ship, Rosse leisurely sat on a chair.
Beside him, Gion was writing rapidly, recording the content Vegapunk was saying.
They were not far from Vegapunk, the hearing ability of the Vampire Fruit was superb, only slightly worse than his Hearing the Sea.
But regardless of which, it could easily hear all the information Vegapunk said.
He did not mind this information leaking; the people Vegapunk could contact were nothing more than Dorry or the Elbaph.
Either way, they were enemies of the World Government, but for now, they weren't jumping around much and had not yet been listed as strike targets.
Having the excuse of Vegapunk's technology leaking just nicely strengthened the crackdown on these two sides.
"Oh, and the railway technology of the sea train? Record this well, it might come in handy in the future," Rosse raised an eyebrow, showing great interest.
He knew the technology Vegapunk mastered was very complete, and even if not forcing him, he could help the other side achieve many scientific breakthroughs.
But still the same sentence.
For a ruler without external enemies, the development of technology was never a necessary or urgent matter.
On the contrary, eliminating all possible threats was the ruler's primary task, which was also the fundamental reason why technology couldn't develop in the feudal era.
This kind of thing called technology, only people with brains could research it, and those people often had their own ideas, basically uncontrollable.
"All recorded," Gion gently nodded, although she only recognized the characters, she didn't know what was said, but fully copying it down was no problem.
"What's the next technology, let me hear... hmm, the history of the World Government's rise? This cannot be told," Rosse let out a light laugh, and an overwhelming wave of Conqueror's Haki poured out, instantly covering the location where Stussy and Vegapunk were.
In just an instant, the Den Den Mushi on Vegapunk went limp, and after a few seconds of signal interruption, it returned to normal.
On the other side of the receiver, Dorry's eyes flickered, and he brought the Den Den Mushi closer to himself.
The information heard later might be even more valuable than the technology heard earlier.
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"Dr. Vegapunk, Miss Stussy, very pleased to meet you," Rosse's voice resounded across the entire coast. When speaking, he was still on the ship's bow, but by the time he finished his last word, he had already appeared in front of Stussy.
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[Stussy]
[Overall Rating: B-]
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Stussy immediately showed a guarded expression, her white silk long legs sweeping toward Rosse.
BANG!
Rosse just lightly raised his arm, Armament Haki covering it, easily grabbing Stussy's calf in his hand.
"When I'm speaking, I don't like being interrupted," As soon as the words fell, Rosse disappeared.
"Not good..."
The crisis from behind made Stussy's heart tremble in shock, but before she could turn around—
BANG!
Stussy's waist took a heavy blow, the pain instantly spreading throughout her body, as if wanting to split her whole body into two halves.
"Cough...", Stussy fell straight into a pile of sand. Just as she tried to struggle to get up, a sound of wind brushed past her ear.
The Trident of the Sea God pressed against her neck, stabbing heavily into the sand, with the sharp blade only 1 millimeter away from her neck.
"If you move again, I don't mind killing you," Rosse said indifferently, then directly sat down heavily on Stussy's body, calmly looking at Vegapunk, "Alright, time for us to have a good talk, Dr. Vegapunk."
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[Vegapunk]
[Overall Rating: S]
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This was a scientist who had no combat strength but still achieved an S rating.
At this moment, he was also an experience treasure chest in Rosse's eyes.
Maybe the first S-rank kill would fall on Vegapunk.
"We probably have no need to talk. You won't let me go today," Vegapunk showed a frank expression.
Just Rosse's displayed strength already told him the final outcome.
No matter how many calculations, he had no hope of escape.
This was the shackle of wisdom. When the opponent possessed absolute strength, no matter how strong the wisdom, it was all futile.
"Why did you betray the World Government?", Rosse suddenly asked.
"Objectively speaking, I have never betrayed the World Government. It was the World Government that abandoned me," Vegapunk also had no intention of speaking less before death, and instead spoke very seriously, "From a subjective standpoint, I don't like the World Government's style. Otherwise, I wouldn't have established MADS. If not for resources, I wouldn't have even considered the World Government's olive branch."
"In other words, there was never loyalty, so betrayal doesn't apply," Rosse said with interest.
"That's also correct, let me talk directly to them," Vegapunk's gaze looked at Rosse's collar; that place was bulging, obvious at a glance what was hidden inside.
"Seems like you've been discovered. I don't like this environment; it would be better to just kill," Rosse shrugged and pulled out the Den Den Mushi connected to the Five Elders.
The other end of the Den Den Mushi connected to the Five Elders' conference table.
Since dealing with Vegapunk was Jaygarcia's proposal, and to avoid unnecessary trouble, of course, the blame couldn't fall on him. Vegapunk was just right for that.
["The World Government has treated you well. To whom did you leak those technologies?"], Saturn's gloomy voice came through. When Rosse contacted them, he had already explained the situation.
"No comment. But my technologies have been fully backed up. After my brain stops functioning, they will be sent to the whole world," Speaking of the dissemination of technology, Vegapunk's face showed fanaticism and excitement.
["Stop your behavior!"]
["Madman!"]
["Kill immediately!"]
["..."]
In an instant, five different voices came from the Den Den Mushi, switching so rapidly it almost got stuck.
"Listen," Vegapunk's eyes revealed sorrow, "Precisely because the World Government is composed of people like you, this world's technology can't develop, and everyone lives hard lives."
["Vegapunk, the technology you possess is very dangerous,"] Saint Warcury rebuked.
"But my technology has never killed a single person. Instead, it was you who asked me to research weapons of mass destruction, as well as clones and modified humans. If these succeed, it would actually cause more deaths," Vegapunk rationally refuted.
["Absurd!"]
["Any act of the World Government is correct."]
["..."]
Listening to the Five Elders' noisy voices, Rosse scratched his ear a bit, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
'These old fossils are broken.'
If you ask him, it's not that these old men had no ability, it's just that they had been in that position too long, seeing everyone as garbage, their mentality already having problems.
Afterward, both sides entered garbage time.
Vegapunk emphasized the changes science could bring to the world; the Five Elders emphasized the World Government's supremacy.
Both sides were not on the same frequency; nothing meaningful could be discussed.
But Rosse was too lazy to intervene. Right now, he didn't have the strength to wrestle with the Five Elders. Letting Vegapunk act as the punching bag wasn't bad.
The more Vegapunk infuriated the Five Elders, the more it proved the correctness of his previous suggestion.
Even if it couldn't be executed precisely, it was the Five Elders' incompetence, what did it have to do with him?
["Rosse, the World Government does not tolerate any threats. Execute Vegapunk immediately. Publicly announce: anyone daring to research or spread Vegapunk's technologies will face a Buster Call."]
The Five Elders also realized that nothing could be negotiated. Saturn Saint calmly issued the order.
["Seconded!"]
["Seconded!"]
["..."]
After Saturn Saint proposed, the remaining four Five Elders immediately seconded.
"Received," Rosse chuckled twice and directly hung up the Den Den Mushi.
A bunch of old men talking nonsense there. If it weren't for needing to shift blame, he would have long hung up.
Vegapunk's death was certain, but he still had to squeeze out all his value.
Even if Vegapunk died, he could still bring him a lot of benefits.
At least the man on the other side of the Den Den Mushi, after hearing all this, would probably make even bigger waves.
In front of Vegapunk, Rosse dialed another Den Den Mushi.
["Who?"]
From the other end of the Den Den Mushi, came a rough male voice.
"Vinsmoke Judge, correct?", Rosse reached out and grabbed Stussy's hair, pressing her head into the sand. He disliked people being disobedient while he was busy.
["Correct, who are you?"], Judge asked in a deep voice, the same question. Not many people knew how to contact him.
"Saint Jaygarcia Rosse, you should have heard this name."
["What do you want with me?"], Hearing this name, which was household-famous and even made infants cry, Judge became obviously much more respectful.
"Vegapunk is in my hands. How about we make a deal?"
["You want to hand over Vegapunk to me?"], Judge's breathing became much more rapid. He had once been a member of MADS and knew better than anyone Vegapunk's abilities.
If he could control Vegapunk, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the plan he had dreamed of would immediately come true.
"Vegapunk betrayed the World Government. I can give you one-third of his brain. As for how to extract the information from it, that's your problem," Rosse said with a smile.
["I want his entire brain."]
'What a joke, who knows if that one-third will contain what I want?'
"You can't afford the price," Rosse's voice was flat.
["The Vinsmoke Family is willing to serve you,"] Judge did not hesitate.
Essentially, he had no real conflict with the Celestial Dragons.
Judge's greatest dream was simply to let the Vinsmoke Family reign over the North Blue again, not to become king of the world.
Thus, his idea had always been to show strength, to conquer the North Blue with power, and to make even the World Government wary enough not to act against the Vinsmokes.
Now being able to cooperate with a Celestial Dragon, there was nothing unacceptable about it.
As for "serving" or not, anyway, if a Celestial Dragon asked him to do something, he couldn't refuse in the first place, better to take the initiative cleverly.
"This proposal is good," Rosse said with a bright smile, not caring at all that Vegapunk was still alive.
If Vegapunk could still pull something under his eyes, Rosse would even look forward to it.
Unfortunately, by the time his deal with Judge ended, Vegapunk hadn't said a word.
"Your actions will eventually lead the world to destruction," After Rosse hung up the Den Den Mushi, Vegapunk suddenly spoke.
"You were planning to spread technology and throw the world into chaos anyway. Compared to that, my action isn't much," Rosse nearly laughed.
Compared to these people who constantly wanted to throw the world into chaos, he felt that he was, more or less, still human.
"Only with technological development can everyone's lives get better. Sacrifices along the way will be worth it," Vegapunk didn't think there was any use communicating this with Rosse. He simply closed his eyes, ready for Rosse to act.
Rosse had contacted Judge in front of him precisely to see if there was still any value to squeeze from him.
Those technologies, he would spread them to the world. But that didn't mean he would give them to the World Government.
If those technologies fell into the hands of the World Government, it would only make this world even worse.
Rosse wasn't someone good at convincing people; otherwise, he wouldn't have suggested to Saint Saturn to eliminate Vegapunk back then.
There were so many people in this world. Rather than fighting stubborn fools to the death, it was better to wait for more like-minded allies.
SWISH!
The Trident of the Sea God lifted, and the sharp blade swept through. Vegapunk's neck was easily slit, and his vitality quickly dissipated.
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[S-Rank Kill Completed!]
[Strength +5,000,000]
[Special Reward: Brain-Brain Fruit (Pending Collection)]
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Hearing the system's reward sound, a trace of surprise flashed in Rosse's eyes.
He hadn't expected that despite all of Vegapunk's black technologies, what he would ultimately get was the Brain-Brain Fruit.
This only showed that, according to the system's judgment, Vegapunk's most valuable thing at the moment was the Brain-Brain Fruit.
It had to be said, this was indeed a very bugged fruit, capable of achieving infinite storage capability, like a combination of a super hard drive and a super processor.
As long as the user had some talent, it would be easy to lead the world in science and technology.
"Kill me," Stussy lay on the ground, looking blankly and despairingly at Vegapunk's fallen body.
She was originally a clone created by Vegapunk. From the beginning, her only meaning was to obey Vegapunk's orders.
Now that Vegapunk was dead, and she couldn't even avenge him, she didn't know what to do anymore.
Moreover, the nature of the Celestial Dragons, as a CP0 agent, she knew very well.
Saint Rosse was not one of the "clean" Celestial Dragons. He was more like a villain among the Celestial Dragons, even more evil than others.
"As expected, whether it's clones, cyborgs, or death soldiers, these deformed things aren't as meaningful as robots."
"Farewell, Clone No. 1, Stussy," Rosse pulled out his familiar platinum pistol from his waist and pressed it against Stussy's head.
"Thank you," Stussy showed no fear of death. From the moment she was created, she had accepted being a tool. Now that her master was dead, the tool had no need to exist.
BANG!
SPLATT!
The gunshot rang out, blood splattered.
Stussy collapsed onto the ground, her mature and glamorous face covered in blood, carrying a trace of serenity amid the gore.
Stussy, deceased.
Rosse picked up Vegapunk's corpse and stepped onto the waves, walking toward the ship.
Behind him, the surging sea swallowed Stussy's body, and the bloodstains on the beach were washed away without leaving a trace.
"Do proper preservation," Boarding the ship, Rosse casually threw Vegapunk's body aside, letting Stella handle the follow-up work.
If compared to a pirate crew setup, he was the captain, Gion and Zephyr were swordsmen and martial arts experts. Equivalent to second and third in command, and Stella was the ship's doctor.
With her Devil Fruit ability alone, Stella had already surpassed 99% of ordinary doctors, not to mention that she had decent talent in the medical field.
"Understood, Captain," Stella hurriedly directed the ship's assistants to start moving Vegapunk's corpse.
On the other side, Gion approached with a teasing expression, "I thought you'd play around on the island for a while."
"With so many worthwhile people to play with, why waste time on a clone?" [T/N: It was really unexpected]
Rosse shrugged. Though he could make a move as long as someone was beautiful and had a good figure, he didn't like emotionless dolls.
Stussy was such a doll. She had no emotions in that regard, and there was no fun at all in playing with her.
"No, from what I know of you, you must have found a better target," Gion had been around Rosse for a long time; her original temperament had completely opened up, and now she even dared to joke with him.
"Indeed, there's a more tempting target. But that's just a drink to quench temporary thirst. How could it compare to you, the eternal main course?", Rosse left behind a deep and meaningful glance, then turned gracefully and walked into the ship's cabin in big strides.
Gion's lips curled into a gorgeous, charming smile. Thanks to Rosse's attentive "nurturing," her appearance, figure, and aura had become even more outstanding, breathtakingly so.
She moved lightly, closely following Rosse, stepping into the ship's cabin together with him.
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[Five Days Later]
The ship that Rosse was riding was sailing on the great sea.
Sunlight sprinkled on the surface of the sea, shimmering with glimmers, and in the distance several snail ships were slowly approaching.
These monster-like ships were huge in size, each tens of meters long, dragged forward by an ugly yet enormous snail.
The ship hulls were pitch black, like moving shadows, and on the masts fluttered black sails printed with "66", making flapping sounds in the sea wind.
"So this is Germa 66? The evil organization that three hundred years ago attempted to overthrow the entire North Blue?", Gion gazed at the densely packed snail ships, her eyes carrying a thoughtful look, as if pondering how long it would take to break through all the snail ships.
"Evil? Justice? It's just that they lost."
"Three hundred years ago they nearly unified North Blue, yet it was not because their strength was enough, but because the World Government needed their existence."
"Their strength wasn't even comparable to the Rocks Pirates of a decade or so ago."
Rosse walked to her side, his voice calmly narrating, "At that time, dozens of allied countries in North Blue united, attempting to refuse the Heavenly Tribute, and privately established the North Blue United Government."
"It was precisely for this reason that Germa 66, under the support of the World Government, rose accordingly."
"In just a few years' time, the North Blue United Government was easily destroyed by Germa 66, and the territory was also occupied by Germa 66."
"Later, Germa 66 felt their own strength was very strong, and attempted to defy the orders of the World Government."
"So Germa 66 was destroyed?", Gion guessed.
"Obviously, Germa 66, after wiping out the allied nations, was destroyed by the righteous World Government, leaving only a few small fry escaping by a thread," Rosse sneered.
In this world, there was no such thing as justice to speak of, merely interests and power.
Whoever was strong, they were the one in the right.
If one wished to proclaim true justice, then it had to wait until after winning.
"Really is pitiful, so the current Germa 66 is just a small organization established by those remnants," Gion sighed.
"The current Germa 66 is an organization personally founded by Vinsmoke Judge. He was also a member of MADS, once working together with Vegapunk."
"Germa 66 strengthens itself through technology, and its strength in North Blue is still considered acceptable."
To be fair, Germa 66's strength placed among the World Government and the New World was completely not worth mentioning, but in the weak North Blue, it could be considered a strong force.
The Four Seas were the areas under the World Government's tightest control, fundamentally not allowing strong powers or individuals to emerge.
"Let's go. They've stopped. Bring Vegapunk's corpse along and see how much bargaining chip for Germa 66's future he can provide me," Gazing at the snail ships that had all uniformly stopped, Rosse took a step forward.
At this moment, the surface of the sea seemed to be controlled by some force, as the waves in front of the ship began to surge violently, as if stirred apart by an invisible giant hand, forming a deep, bottomless trench in the middle.
At the bottom of the trench, a strange and spectacular water road suddenly appeared, extending from Rosse' ship all the way to the distant Germa 66 main ship, like a divine bridge connecting the mortal world.
"Enemy attack!"
"Be careful!"
Seeing this man-made spectacle in the ocean, the crew members of Germa 66 instantly fell into chaos.
They had roamed North Blue for many years, seen countless storms, but had never seen someone casually open such a magnificent waterway. This was simply beyond their imagination.
Even Judge, who was knowledgeable and experienced, had an extremely grave expression upon witnessing Rosse' technique.
The last time he had seen someone this powerful was during the Ohara Buster Call, when the Navy Admiral now known as Sakazuki displayed such strength.
"CALM DOWN!", Judge shouted in a deep voice, his voice roaring like thunder throughout the entire fleet, causing the panicked crew to gradually calm down.
He didn't know why Rosse was doing this, but if Germa 66 panicked because of this, then it would be his face that would be completely lost.
Amid the stunned gazes of everyone, Rosse was the first to step onto that water road, his steps incomparably steady, his whole body exuding a powerful aura that was hard to look directly at.
Stella and Gion closely followed, flanking him on the left and right, the figures of the three, reflected against the seawater, appearing incomparably towering and grand.
Behind them, four assistants dressed in World Government attire carried a solemn coffin, slowly walking at the end.
Inside the coffin lay Vegapunk's corpse.
This once scientific genius, even after death, could not rest in peace, becoming a bargaining chip in Rosse' hands.
At this moment, it was as if the entire sea had frozen in time. Everyone held their breath, staring at this scene, hearts filled with awe toward Rosse.
'Is it intimidation, or just their usual entrance method...', Judge narrowed his eyes slightly, speculating about Rosse' intentions.
He wasn't afraid in the slightest, after all, he had already sworn allegiance to Rosse, and Rosse had no reason to make a move against him.
However, these thoughts were quickly thrown to the back of Judge's mind.
At this time, he was staring hotly at that coffin.
'Vegapunk, huh.'
Who would have thought that the scientific genius they once revered like a god would be so easily killed by the World Government, and even after death, his corpse had no dignity left.
'Sigh, if technology is not used to arm oneself, then no matter how much is researched, it will be meaningless.'
At this moment, Judge became even more determined in his own path.
"Judge...", Standing beside Judge was a blonde beauty, who seemed to sense the change in her husband, and looked at him worriedly.
"I'm fine. Get ready to welcome," Judge said in a deep voice, not saying anything more to his wife Sora.
Some things were meaningless to say; whether it was his wife or his children, even himself, all should sacrifice for the sake of Germa 66's growth.
The hundred-meter waterway was reached in a flash, and seeing Rosse' figure within ten meters.
Judge was the first to kneel down on one knee. Seeing her husband doing so, Sora could only follow closely.
"Germa 66 welcomes Your Highness' arrival."
"Rise," Rosse' gaze casually swept over the two kneeling people.
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[Vinsmoke Judge]
[Comprehensive Rating: B+ grade]
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Judge was a middle-aged man wearing a metallic helmet, with long golden hair, tall stature, and a serious expression. Judging from the aura emitted from his body, he was far from reaching the B-grade level.
The reason he could have a B+ rating was most likely because he was once a member of MADS, coupled with Germa 66 and his own scientific technological enhancements.
Just a single glance, Rosse then moved his gaze onto Sora.
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[Vinsmoke Sora]
[Comprehensive Rating: E+ grade]
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In front of him, Sora's golden hair lightly danced in the wind, her bangs half-covering her eyes, her light blue eyes revealing a delicate and pure brilliance.
Her features were delicate, skin fair, a faint smile at the corners of her mouth that warmed people's hearts.
Her one-knee kneeling posture even more highlighted her exquisite and curvaceous figure, the flowing long dress and abundant bosom perfectly outlined, making it hard to look away.
Rosse really liked blondes, especially such tasteful blonde beauties.
"Your Highness, please go inside," Judge noticed Rosse's gaze. When Rosse looked at him, it was just a glance, but when he looked at Sora, he paused for at least a few seconds.
Although it was not obvious, Judge still noted this detail.
When he turned around and moved forward, Judge's eyes couldn't help but flicker.
He believed that the power of technology developed to its peak would definitely not lose to any strong being in the sea.
Judge mainly researched the 'bloodline factor,' which in essence was the power contained within the human body's genes.
To create the strongest modified humans, powerful genes were indispensable. But he didn't have the power of the World Government, so if he wanted to obtain strong beings' bloodline factors, he could only start from Rosse.
'Maybe...'
"Your Highness, I have prepared a grand banquet for you, and hope you will honor it with your presence."
The snail ship looked like a war weapon from the outside, but the interior was as luxurious as a royal palace of an allied nation.
Judge first led Rosse to a reception hall and had his subordinates take Vegapunk's corpse to the laboratory.
He noticed that Stella, who was behind Rosse, followed the others and left, but he didn't think much of it.
Just one look at Stella, and he knew. Either a doctor or also a scientific researcher, completely impossible to be a combatant.
After all, the sword aura on Gion was almost making Judge feel pain on his face.
This level of strong being was what should be serving as the guards for a Celestial Dragon like Rosse.
Entering the reception hall, Rosse sat at the main seat, smiling as he looked at Judge, "Head of the Vinsmoke Family, I have already brought you Vegapunk. Now it's time for you to show your sincerity, right?"
"Your Highness, today I will perform a calculation on Vegapunk's brain. Back when we were at MADS, we privately conducted research on the Brain-Brain Fruit. With Vegapunk's technical support, we are very clear on how to extract information from a dead person's brain," Judge said with a grin.
Those years working with Vegapunk were the years when his scientific skills grew the fastest.
Unfortunately, MADS was discovered by the World Government, forcibly disbanded, and even Vegapunk was recruited by the World Government.
It was also after that that he returned to the North Blue, preparing to revive Germa 66.
The world is unpredictable; who could have thought that after being recruited by the government, Vegapunk would die in just a few years, and eventually fall into his hands.
"This method comes from Vegapunk?", Rosse raised his eyebrows.
"Please rest assured, Your Highness," Judge, aware of Rosse's concerns, quickly added, "Although it was perfected by Vegapunk, it is not a technology we cannot understand. Your Highness, are you familiar with bloodline factors?"
"Bloodline factors are the genetic information contained within an organism, right?", Rosse's eyes slightly narrowed.
His understanding of bloodline factors wasn't deep, and the bits of information he had came from communications between Vegapunk and Dragon.
But it was only short-distance communication; how could they have explained such a biological breakthrough technology clearly?
"Indeed it contains genetic information. Gene information can be divided into innate and acquired. Innate genes are what we commonly refer to as genetic information. Acquired genes are the contents recorded into the genes through growth and learning."
"Bloodline factors encompass not only all genetic information but also information stored inside cells," Judge explained.
Bloodline factors were the foundation of his standing, and since Rosse had heard of it, it suggested that within the World Government there were records left by Vegapunk.
Rather than hiding it, it was better to make Rosse interested and have him personally host the research on bloodline factors.
Most critically, even ordinary scientific researchers, hearing him talk about so much at once, would have a hard time understanding the mysteries within, let alone Rosse, a Celestial Dragon.
Celestial Dragons had no taboos; there were no restrictions on what they could do. There were too many things they could pursue, so they would never bother with scientific research.
"So, by using the bloodline factor technology, you can extract information from Vegapunk's brain, correct?", Rosse lowered his gaze. If he were a native of the pirate world, he indeed wouldn't understand what Judge was saying.
But luckily, he did not only have the memories of a Celestial Dragon. His past life's efforts were not wasted; at least he could hear that Judge was trying to fool him.
It sounded like a lot, but it was all just concepts without hitting the key points.
However, none of that mattered. Although Judge had a brain, he was still within controllable limits. What Rosse cared about was the value Judge could create; the rest wasn't important.
"That's right. I call this technology 'Bloodline Factor Extraction.' It not only extracts memory information from the brain but can also extract the genes of organisms, thereby completing modifications to living beings," Speaking of his main research project, Judge inevitably revealed a bit of fanaticism.
He was now 34 years old, had only spent a few years rebuilding Germa 66, and most of his experience still lay in his former scientific research.
Thus, in his heart, he still saw himself more as a researcher.
"I've heard about your plan," Rosse lightly nodded and said casually, "When the World Government purged MADS, your research content was submitted to the Five Elders. The Five Elders valued your bloodline factor modification technology very much, it's just that..."
"Just that what?", Judge asked instinctively. At the time, the World Government had only accepted Vegapunk and dismissed the rest of the scientists. He didn't know what had happened behind the scenes.
"Just that at the time, Vegapunk presented a better proposal, so the Five Elders gave up recruiting you. Looking at it now, the World Government made a wrong choice," Rosse said.
"Damn Vegapunk!", Judge couldn't help but curse the now-dead Vegapunk after hearing that.
When MADS was disbanded, he had neither money nor people, returning to North Blue completely destitute.
He struggled for several years before finally managing to build up the current Germa 66 through his own efforts.
If Vegapunk hadn't obstructed him, he would have long since connected with the World Government. Even if he didn't become their chief researcher, at least the research resources would have been incomparable to now.
Scientific progress wasn't like training; every step forward in science required not only bold speculation but also massive amounts of experimentation and verification.
With the meager resources of the North Blue, in this lifetime, he could forget about creating modified humans at a Marine grand army level.
If he couldn't even obtain the bloodline factors of that level of strong beings, talking about research and modification was even more impossible.
Cutting off someone's path was a deep hatred.
Fortunately, Vegapunk was now dead. Otherwise, Judge would definitely have made his life worse than death.
"Your Highness, what was Vegapunk's plan?", Judge calmed himself a bit, then suddenly realized the reason Rosse brought up this matter.
Since the World Government considered Vegapunk's plan better, that meant Vegapunk's plan had already been in progress.
But now that Vegapunk was dead, the World Government needed another person to step up.
As for research on bloodline factors, besides Vegapunk, he was the one who had gone the furthest in this world.
Those other former MADS members might be decent in other fields, but when it came to bloodline factors, they weren't even qualified to carry his shoes.