Chapter 200: Saint Saturn: Can You Sell Me the Magic Fortress?
Fang Yi smiled politely as he looked at the visibly shaken Revolutionary Army leader. "Now you understand?"
The Magic Fortress.
An incredibly rare and precious family-type structure, capable of being expanded by purchasing magic and mechanical blueprints to fill it out.
A fully upgraded Magic Fortress could continuously produce all kinds of magical troops.
If dropped into the conflict-heavy Shinobi World, the value of a single fortress could ignite a Fourth Great Ninja War.
Only in the Pirate World,
where no one had yet obtained a Family Token, were people unaware of just how priceless this reward was.
"It's about time the Pirate World saw the rise of families too."
Fang Yi thought inwardly.
Previously, he hadn't issued Family Tokens because the World Government held overwhelming dominance.
Any small-scale groups, like pirate crews, would've been easily devoured by such a giant.
But now—
Players had enough strength to stand against the World Government.
Though the Navy remained the strongest, they no longer reigned uncontested.
Now was the perfect time to introduce the Family System.
"I understand. Thank you, Merchant."
Dragon remained silent for a moment before speaking, his voice still trembling slightly.
This Magic Fortress would have an immeasurable impact on the Revolutionary Army—surpassing anything he could have imagined.
Moreover—
it was the most perfect reward he could have hoped for.
What did the Revolutionary Army really lack?
Ancient weapons?
Territorial strongholds like the Marines?
Influence on par with the Four Emperors or the Pirate King?
None of the above.
Hunted like dogs, scattered across the seas, the Revolutionary Army lived in constant retreat.
Their headquarters could be discovered and destroyed at any time.
Even if they had a powerful ancient weapon,
one battle would force them into flight, and the weapon would be abandoned.
Even if they managed to develop a few islands,
the Marines would inevitably seize them.
And no matter how loud their message,
all they attracted was tighter surveillance and more brutal suppression.
The World Government had no directive to go to war with the Four Emperors.
Why? Because those pirates were fragmented. Their rule posed no unified threat.
But the Revolutionary Army?
Even with just one Dragon-level powerhouse, the Government would never show weakness.
So what did the Revolutionary Army truly need?
Soldiers.
An endless stream of newly trained Revolutionary soldiers.
When the Navy loses troops, they issue Shichibukai appointments.
If losses grow, they initiate a Global Draft—and countless elite civilians rush to enlist.
But the Revolutionary Army?
Even after years of scheming,
a single slave uprising might yield only a handful of good recruits—
and even more Revolutionary officers would be killed or captured.
If this continued,
they'd collapse from attrition before the Government even attacked.
So—
when Dragon learned what the Magic Fortress could do,
he couldn't suppress his excitement.
"Don't panic, Ivankov."
Dragon forced himself to remain calm, to act like a leader.
"This fortress allows me to build a Basic Magic Training Ground that trains ten people at once. New recruits can learn one basic magic in just three days."
"What?!"
Before Ivankov could respond,
the surrounding crowd erupted in disbelief.
"Is that even possible?!"
Doflamingo instinctively took two steps back.
He had traded with Kaido, investing heavily in science to strengthen new recruits.
Dressrosa's artificial Devil Fruit factory had consumed countless resources—
and yet, it could only produce crude Zoan-type knockoffs.
"This really is an incredible weapon."
Saint Saturn's voice came from the golden Den Den Mushi.
As the Government's science leader, he had conducted countless inhumane experiments—treating even infants as test subjects. To him, ordinary humans were no different from ants.
With his Seraphim research nearing completion,
Saturn still felt a strong curiosity toward the Magic Fortress—a product from another world that could instantly strengthen its users.
If not for the presence of the Game Merchant,
he would have ordered the Marines to seize it and bring it to Mary Geoise immediately.
Though intrigued,
he was not yet shocked. After all, the Seraphim were nearing perfection—and wouldn't be inferior to the fortress in the long run.
"Mr. Fang Yi," Dragon asked, bowing slightly and speaking with urgency,
"Can the blueprints to upgrade the Magic Fortress be purchased from the Game Room as well?"
At this stage, it was still just a basic form.
The fully upgraded Magic Fortress could train hundreds at a time, unlock advanced magic, and even forge combat-ready magic weapons.
Dragon was already imagining entire squadrons of magical Revolutionary soldiers,
wielding enchanted arms and unleashing spellstorms to tear down the World Government.
"Of course."
Fang Yi smiled and nodded.
"The Game Room's Fate Items are always linked to your will.
Since you now possess the fortress, future updates will include related blueprints and energy resources."
He paused.
"However, a silver-tier Magic Fortress can only train soldiers to wield Level 19 blue magic and equip them with Level 19 blue weapons."
"And the energy costs will rise rapidly."
In other words—
with the Revolutionary Army's current resources, mass-producing a magical army wasn't feasible.
They'd need to continue hunting corrupted monsters and accumulating reward points,
instead of chasing lofty dreams too soon.
Dragon nodded in agreement.
"Understood. Even with a weapon like this, we're not yet ready to challenge the World Government. I won't act foolishly."
Level 19 blue magic and weapons?!
Inside Mary Geoise's palace—
Saint Saturn's face darkened.
He stared at Dragon, who had just stowed away the fortress, and his eyes brimmed with unease.
"It's not the Revolutionary Army we should fear… it's the Game Merchant."
Saint Peter, God of Agriculture—blond, short-haired—gently covered the phone's mic
and whispered to Saturn.
"No. You don't understand the fortress's value!"
Saturn scowled at the others.
They had watched the East Blue trial games closely,
but hadn't paid attention to the stats behind the gear and skills.
His voice turned cold.
"Our intelligence shows that Garp's Armament Haki and Mihawk's swordsmanship were rated as Level 19 blue skills by the Game Merchant!"
"What?"
Saint Nasjuro, God of Finance, blinked in surprise.
"Mihawk's swordsmanship?"
Dracule Mihawk—the world's undisputed greatest swordsman.
The outside world didn't know his true strength.
And even he, as a Five Elder, wasn't confident in beating Mihawk in pure swordplay.
And yet Mihawk's swordsmanship…
was only Level 19 Blue?
If that were true—
then the most elite soldiers trained by the Magic Fortress could rival the strongest fighters in the world?!
Impossible.
Nasjuro opened his mouth to protest,
but remembering the Game Merchant's power…
he couldn't deny the possibility.
"This weapon is too dangerous. It must not remain in the hands of the Revolutionary leader!"
None of the Five Elders were fools.
Once reminded by Saturn, they all realized the fortress's terrifying potential.
Saturn grabbed the Den Den Mushi.
"Revolutionary leader—hand over the Magic Fortress to the World Government, and your crimes will be forgiven."
Such words would've been unthinkable before.
But now, with Dragon displaying power that surpassed a Yonko,
and the Magic Fortress's potential…
they had no choice but to negotiate.
"I've committed no crime. Why would I need forgiveness?"
Dragon's voice was calm—expressionless—but cold.
The air stiffened.
No one expected this.
That the Five Elders would extend an olive branch—
and that Dragon would reject it without hesitation.
"Revolutionary leader… are you determined to resist?"
"The Celestial Dragons should've vanished from this sea long ago—buried with the old era!"
"Arrogant!"
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