Chapter 455: Vegapunk's Ambition
Seraphim Plan—previously Vegapunk revealed to Brett—originally Government's classified research.
Brett after knowing this plan—greatly shocked.
At this time—Brett finally knew why the World Government organized the Shichibukai.
Dealing with the increasingly chaotic world situation since Great Pirate Era plus countless pirates at sea—merely secondary purpose.
True primary purpose—for this Seraphim Plan.
The Pacifistas that appeared in the original—just this plan's subordinate products.
Rather—making Pacifistas bear Kuma's appearance—just preliminary experiments.
Government's ultimate goal—cloning the sea's famous powerhouses at Lineage Factor level. Namely—the Shichibukai.
The created clones would possess talents equal to originals. For instance—if Mihawk's clone—would possess swordsmanship ability equal to Mihawk himself.
Besides—Vegapunk would even add more talent abilities to these experimental subjects. For instance—the Lunarian bloodline extracted long ago from Beasts Pirates' Calamity King.
More exaggerated—Vegapunk could copy Devil Fruits!
Spending some effort letting clone Seraphim possess same Devil Fruit abilities as originals—not impossible.
They could even evolve through learning.
Every completed Seraphim should possess power easily suppressing a nation. Absolutely not inferior to the Shichibukai serving as their originals. Even possibly surpassing them.
Naturally this was most ideal situation. After all—currently this experiment barely crossed paper design. At the stage of officially beginning preliminary experiments.
Still far from truly mass-producing Shichibukai-level Seraphim.
However—now the Government probably could never again conduct this experiment. After all—Vegapunk was already taken by Brett.
Yet interestingly—what Government couldn't accomplish—Brett now could.
If Vegapunk truly could complete the Seraphim Plan before war—undoubtedly greatly supplementing their side's combat power.
That was mass-producible—at least Shichibukai-level combat power!
In some degree—value not necessarily lower than the currently constructing Pluton.
"Then do as you please, Doctor."
Brett said seriously. "Regarding funding—completely no need to worry. Even selling everything—I'll definitely ensure your experimental funds are sufficient."
"Brett..."
Dr. Vegapunk moved to tears.
But naturally—couldn't say "selling everything."
To this day—Fish-Man Island already completely escaped poverty's situation.
Just Fish-Man Island Logistics Company alone—yearly earned wealth was an astronomical figure.
Communicating worldwide deep-sea shipping brought monopoly income shocking enough to astound the world.
Plus through various business partners—already conducting commercial activities worldwide—Fish-Man Island's citizens long ago lived wealthy lives ordinary people couldn't imagine.
But naturally—Fish-Man Island's most profitable business—still mineral trade.
Brett and subordinates never stopped searching and developing seabed's new mineral resources.
The sea indeed was a treasure trove. The seabed even more so.
Even World Government now annually purchased large amounts of minerals from Fish-Man Island. Everyone on these seas knew Fish-Man Island's minerals were the world's best quality and lowest prices.
Other mineral merchants at sea almost squeezed to bankruptcy.
Current Fish-Man Island—though couldn't say richer than World Government—indeed absolutely wasn't poor.
Seraphim Plan might indeed require massive monetary investment. But Brett felt current Fish-Man Island should still support it.
"Then I must work hard too!"
Old Doctor ignited fighting spirit. "First make several more clones! No assistants better than myself!"
Brett inwardly nodded. Cloning several more Vegapunks? Indeed sounds quite good.
"Starting right now!"
The old man grabbed still-bewildered Judge's hand. "First thing—remodel the brain! Must first make it into an information storage, transmission, and processing machine. Judge—you help too!"
"Brett—" He almost impatiently turned looking at Brett. "Send me back to the laboratory."
"Alright."
Brett nodded lightly.
He also very much anticipated—what exactly was the future Vegapunk envisioned?
"You all just wait here briefly. I'll return later to guide you touring Fish-Man Island."
Brett said this to Law's group.
"Okay."
Law naturally didn't refuse.
Actually he wanted to say—no need for touring. Just send him back to North Blue. If possible—really didn't want getting involved with Brett and Fish-Man Island.
After all—from current situation—Brett indeed wanted warring with World Government.
Law felt he should stay as far from such matters as possible.
Again putting bubbles on Vegapunk and Judge—Brett brought them both plus Vegapunk's massive brain together leaving Law's submarine. Heading toward the laboratory Vegapunk established beside the shipyard.
"Really cut off the head?"
When returning—Franky and others came watching the excitement. Tom-san looked at Vegapunk's bare head—then at that giant head Brett placed aside. "Seems truly remarkable ability!"
Actually so easily cut off the head?
"It's Judge?"
Clone Vegapunk also saw still-bewildered Judge. "With your help—upcoming research should become somewhat easier."
Who wants helping you?
Judge felt angry inwardly. But ultimately didn't dare say anything.
"Anyway—I'll leave it to you, Doctor."
Brett said seriously. "I estimate the decisive battle time won't be too long. Even if we can still endure—Government side probably very difficult continuing endurance."
"Leave it to me!"
The old man patted his shriveled chest. "Making several more clones—should catch up."
What does "decisive battle time" mean?
Judge only felt his brain blank.
No way—truly warring with World Government?
Brett looked at Judge meaningfully. Then smiled. "For safety—this period I'll move to live nearby."
Originally intended staying at Fish-Man Street. But thinking—might as well go all the way.
Anyway here wasn't too far from Fish-Man Island. If something truly happened—with Brett's speed—completely in time for support.