Chapter three hundred and seventy-four, inheritance skills, many mysteries
Did he find out?
Or is it just speculation?
Vegapunk was tossing and turning.
"Dr. Vegapunk, this is the information you want!"
Not long after, a young researcher came to him holding a stack of A4 paper, his eyes full of respect.
The old man is the second in command in the laboratory. Of course, there is no need for him to step in for such trivial matters, and he does not have the time to run such errands. The Five Old Stars were so anxious that Vegapunk, who had not yet recovered from his injuries, returned to his post.
Yet?
The young man was a good prospect that Vegapunk accidentally discovered two years ago. He was smart, down-to-earth and hard-working, and passionate about all the unknowns. So Vegapunk took him out of a branch base in Xihai at that time.
Let him join the Navy Headquarters Scientific Corps.
His good intentions were not in vain, the young man was indeed good enough.
He was never a popular branch clerk, but in just two years, he became an outstanding scientist who could stand alone. He was responsible for the improvement of the navy's new warships.
At a young age, he is deeply trusted.
"It's so similar..."
"ah?"
"nothing."
After receiving the information, Vegapunk smiled and said, "Rhine, are you still unwilling to accept what happened before?"
"I……"
Hearing this, the black-haired young man pursed his lips and looked gloomy.
Vegapunk knows why.
The new battleship was a trump card they had hidden away for a long time. Although it was a derivative of his sea-floor stone flake inlay technology, Rheinland spent a lot of effort to make improvements. On the premise of ensuring the effect, the cost was significantly reduced. At that time
Even the five old stars verbally praised him and affirmed his efforts.
In this way, he should be in the limelight.
However, the first opponent they encountered was the Black Earl who could not be deduced by common sense.
The Bone Battleship made a suicidal attack and the new battleship was completely wiped out.
The more precise the instrument, the more fragile it is.
Of course, warships are not precision instruments, but Earl Black told them with his fists that the truth is the same.
No matter how much you improve it, it's still the same ship.
People will die if they are killed, and ships will sink if they are hit.
A whole skeleton battleship crashed into it, and all the hard work was wasted.
Faced with such a powerful monster that can defeat ten monsters with one force, is their research really valuable?
Vegapunk could see his confusion.
He briefly flipped through the information in his hand, then put the document next to him and said, "It's meaningful."
"Um?"
"Your hard work, your dedication!"
Vegapunk looked at him: "The Black Count is a very proud man. He has told me a long time ago that the ability he uses is called magic, a kind of...knowledge that is different from the scientific system!"
"Knowledge?"
Rhine looked up in disbelief.
"Yeah, it's incredible, right?"
He smiled: "He is obviously a pirate, but he said the word knowledge."
"What kind of magic is this? Are you treating me like a three-year-old?"
"but……"
His face straightened and he looked at him seriously: "That is indeed a kind of knowledge."
"I have studied the net in the sky, collected undead corpses for dissection, and even reviewed and analyzed the battle images he left behind. Finally, I discovered that he did not lie to me."
Gulu!
The young man swallowed.
Even Vegapunk, the world’s number one scientist who is “500 years ahead of the world,” said this...
"That kind of mysterious energy resonance, regular yet strange fluctuation charm, even if I can't understand it, I'm sure it's not the same system as Devil Fruit!"
Vegapunk explained: "Many people with abilities don't even fully understand what their abilities are. They try their best to obtain the devil fruit illustrations but only release them randomly. And every move he makes follows a set of rules, as if he is calculating.
The most complicated formula, not one point more, not one point less."
"It's a bit like the physical masters we have studied, the kind of monsters who have mastered the Sixth Form of the Navy. Every move is filled with the unique charm born from the powerful control over itself."
If Lovett were here I would definitely applaud.
I don't even know what "magic" is, but I can recognize it just from observation.
The world's number one scientist, even in the mage world, will definitely be a genius that all schools of thought compete for!
"but……"
Vegapunk emphasized: "Because of this, when his abilities are completely different from the scientific system we are familiar with, and no common points can be seen."
"There is only one answer."
"What the Black Count masters is really a magic system!"
Vegapunk panted slightly, and he didn't know whether it was excitement or serious injury: "A kind of knowledge that is more advanced than the science we currently have!"
boom!
There was a roar in the young man's head, and even he didn't know what to shock him.
"Knowledge?"
"That's right!"
Looking up at this young man who was about the same height as himself, Vegapunk's eyes glowed: "So you should be happy, Rhine!"
"Unlike other madmen on the sea, the Black Earl holds knowledge in his hands. He used the power born of knowledge to defeat the navy and defeat you!"
"So you have a chance to catch up, which is what you're best at, isn't it?"
Speaking of this, why didn't Rhine understand that Vegapunk was trying to enlighten him?
but……
"I see!"
Clenching his fists hard, Rhine faced Vegapunk and said solemnly like an oath: "If it's more knowledge, I will prove to him that the power of science is no worse than magic!"
"Hahahaha...cough...cough cough cough!"
He laughed happily, but the result was that he was injured and was so frightened that Rhine sweated profusely.
Taking the cup handed by the other party, Vegapunk was full of joy: "Then... let me open your eyes to why the Five Old Stars still support my research in the face of so many monster-like and unreasonable strong men."
"Uh...but the experiment isn't finished yet?"
"It's okay, I've read the report."
Vegapunk waved his hand indifferently: "Judging from the above data, the success of the experiment is certain."
Rhine looked confused.
Seeing his confusion, Vegapunk winked: "If every invention requires repeated experiments for several months, at my age, where do you think I have the time to invent so many things?"
"You know that many of my designs cannot be made with current technology, so how can I experiment?"
The corner of Rhine's mouth twitched: "Then the warship improvement design drawing you gave me last time..."
"That's right, I haven't tested it yet."
Rhine: "..."
"in addition!"
Vegapunk seemed to have made up his mind: "From today on, come to me after work every day, and I will slowly teach you the knowledge I have."
Seeing Rhine's dazed expression in joy, Vegapunk smiled bitterly.
"After all, once this thing comes out, it's hard to guarantee that Black Earl... No, maybe no one will allow me to continue to live."
"Remember to keep it a secret, understand?"
His pupils slowly shrank, and the biting cold made Rhine's scalp numb, like a fish that had been starved of oxygen after landing, unable to open its mouth, but making no sound.
…
The Grand Line, the Isle of White Earth.
Holding the phone bug's hand with a little force, even though he was a tycoon, Long couldn't help but close his eyes to prevent outsiders from seeing the pain in his eyes.
"One year at most? I understand."
After a pause, he couldn't help but ask: "Do you... hate me?"
In response, a chuckle came from the other end of the phone, and then the call was hung up.
"What's going on, chief? What did he say?"
Sabo asked impatiently, impatiently.
Hearing this, Long calmed down and opened his eyes again. He was the fearless, arrogant and dangerous leader of the revolutionary army again.
Regarding Sabo's question, Long shook his head: "It's not good."
"Vegapunk's experiment is about to be successful. Once production is expanded, there will be no problem in completely changing the pattern of mid-to-low-end combat."
"and……"
Speaking of this, Long's eyes became solemn: "According to Xiong, he completely lost the memory of that period of war. In his memory, he was staying at home and preparing to set off to support the navy, but after going out, he realized that the time had already passed.
It’s been a long time.”
"And what's even more frightening is that neither the navy nor the world government seems to take this as a matter of course. No one comes to inquire and interrogate, as if everything is normal."
There are core members in the conference room, and Long is not shy about saying Xiong's name.
"this……"
Sabo and the others looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.
"The best result is that the memories of everyone involved in the war have been tampered with! It means they may have encountered some irresistible strange force."
Long took a deep breath and expressed his speculation: "The worst result is that the World Government, or the Navy, has not had its memory tampered with."
It's natural that it means "the worst".
"I remember the Shichibukai and Fujitora Isho who participated in the war, right?"
Sabo frowned: "Can we try to contact him?"
The Revolutionary Army still has some... friendship with him.
"Let's talk about it after we find it."
Long sighed helplessly: "The Shichibukai system is about to be lifted. Maybe even if we find him, he won't tell us what happened."
The story of the Blind King was not only understood by Lovett.
Dragons understand too.
Although it is a little different from the plan, this result is definitely what the benevolent Fujitora wants to see.
But the biggest question is, where is Fujitora now?
As a lone ranger, he also has the ability to fly.
Such people are determined to disappear, and you will understand if you think about the current situation of the Golden Lion.
Everyone knew that he was floating above the Grand Line, but after deliberately avoiding the range of the Soul Net, not even the Black Earl's people could find his whereabouts.
At this time, the phone bug that had just been put down thought of it again. Everyone's expressions tightened and they watched as Long picked up the receiver.
"What pirate's special burger? You typed it wrong."
After saying that, I hung up the phone. Not long after, the phone rang again.
This time Long changed his tone and asked: "What happened?"
After a moment of pause, he stood up abruptly, his face filled with joy.