Pirates of the Navy Thunder God

Chapter 36: Arrival of Science Corps Instruments
Marine Headquarters Marinford is a rare island on the Grand Line that changes with the seasons. Soldiers change into thick long-sleeved uniforms in winter. The patrol team saw two majestic figures walking towards them, and they couldn't help but stand at attention and salute with admiration.

"Chief Instructor Zefa! Mr. Ron!"

Ron was just a new recruit who had not even left the recruit camp and did not have any official title. But his strength had been recognized by all soldiers two months ago, and he was a legendary existence who continued the name of the three admiral monsters of the navy! In this world where the strong are respected, saluting at this time is out of admiration and fear for the strong.

With Zefa around, Ron didn't dare to be negligent. He stopped and raised his hand in return.

In the past, when he met a patrol team, he would just raise his hand and say hello, but now Zephyr would definitely not allow him to ignore discipline... Before he could defeat Zephyr, Ron was very self-conscious.

The two sides crossed each other, and watching the two people walk away, the patrol captain sighed and said: "Sometimes, you have to admit that the gap between people is really big. I have been in the navy for more than 20 years, but now I am just a sergeant major. Chief Instructor Zefa can't even remember my name, and Ron is still a new recruit... Hey!"

"Who can be blamed for this?"

An old soldier familiar with the patrol team joked, "Who told you to pee your pants when you fought pirates for the first time? I heard that it was all thanks to your family connections that the commander didn't throw you out... For a soldier who graduated from the headquarters military academy, you really have a lot of face!"

"Nonsense... nonsense!"

The captain's face immediately turned red: "That's sea water, you know? It's sea water!"

After that, some incomprehensible words like "Pirates are shit!", "I assisted the commander in killing three!" etc. were heard, and the air was filled with a happy atmosphere.

In this world that belongs to the strong, the happiness of ordinary people is limited to this. They don't have too many grand ambitions, just to live and live better.

But this is the happiness that Ron doesn't want, and it is also the fundamental reason why he has been constantly challenging his limits.

A life of mediocrity is like poison to him!
Either die blazingly or live brilliantly!
There is no third choice!

……

Following Zefa, Ron walked all the way to the back of the fortress and stopped in front of a tall building. Looking at the sign erected in front of the gate, he scratched his head and asked curiously: "Teacher Zefa, why did you bring me to the Science Corps?"

The white building in front of him was nothing else but the station of the Navy Science Corps at the headquarters... The Science Corps had several stations, in other words, several experimental bases, distributed in various corners of the sea, and they were extremely secretive. Except for Sengoku and the top leaders of the World Government, no one knew the exact location. But the one located in the Marine Headquarters, Marinford, was undoubtedly the largest.

You should know that Kizaru, one of the three admirals, has always lived here, instead of having another residence in the headquarters like Aokiji and Akainu.

Ron had been kept in the dark for nearly three months, and the finished product had been delivered for a week. Zefa thought it was time for Ron to come over and take a look. Hearing this, he explained, "I handed over the information related to your lightning stimulation method. Vegapunk imitated it and created a batch of equipment that can be used for stimulation training, but the specific effect remains to be discussed. Before it is deployed to the troops on a large scale, the Marshal asked you to come over to test it and give me some advice."

"Um???"

Ron's eyes suddenly widened, with only one thought left in his head.

"Hold the grass!"

There was nothing to say about his lightning stimulation method being coveted by others. After all, everyone could see that Ron's rapid growth was all due to this lightning stimulation method. Since he dared to expose it in public on the Garp ship, he was sure that the navy would take notice and wanted to use it to gain benefits.

But I didn’t expect it to happen three months ago!!!
Zefa actually submitted the information three months ago. Now that I think about it, it was just the right time for him to accept me as his apprentice.

Could it be that……

(*￣︿￣)
Seeing Ron's increasingly speechless and resentful look, Zefa coughed dryly and blushed. He didn't want Ron to think he was an unscrupulous person who took his disciples' things for profit, so he immediately explained: "Don't worry, you will get some benefits! Compared to you having to negotiate with those two old foxes Zhan Guo and He in the future, they won't dare to treat you unfairly if I come forward."

This makes sense.

The man is innocent!
Even if they regarded Ron as one of their own, Sengoku and He would be more willing to give Ron some military merits for the sake of the navy.

Even though Zefa has concealed the fact and reported it in advance, I won't suffer any loss with his words!

Thinking of this, Ron couldn't help but feel touched. His master was really good, considering all aspects. He ignored their friendship for many years and even said "old fox".

but……

His lightning stimulation method is not a good thing!

Although the effect is powerful and can quickly improve physical strength, the process is definitely not wonderful!

This was obvious to all. Cap was still frightened by Ron's bloody and ferocious appearance every time he finished training in the first month, and he reminded him of this many times in the meeting.

Even if the research and development is successful, this is definitely not something that can be produced on a large scale!
That kind of pain and suffering can easily destroy a person's will and soul!

Only those naval elites who have developed their potential to the limit, are stuck in their ways and are extremely resilient can attempt to use it.

So Ron came back to his senses and did not point out Zefa's little idea. Instead, he frowned and asked, "Are you sure it's feasible? If something unexpected happens, it will be naked murder!"

Everyone knows their own business. The lightning stimulation method was derived from the self-mutilation training method that almost killed him, except that the means of causing pain was changed from instruments to lightning.

If it weren't for his body's extraordinary self-healing ability, his life as tough as a cockroach, and the nutritious food in the One Piece world that is comparable to elixir, he wouldn't dare to use it himself. As a result, you have made an instrument based on the data alone, trying to imitate that process?
No wonder some people say scientists are crazy!
Because they don't consider the consequences at all!
"Murder... not so much as that..."

At this moment, a slow and lazy tone sounded from the side, and a golden light flashed in the air. It condensed into shape, and Kizaru wearing brown sunglasses appeared beside the two of them.

Seeing him, Ron saluted honestly: "General Kizaru!"

"Hey, long time no see... Thunder brother!"

Kizaru was still so unremarkable, greeting him slowly and obscenely. Then he looked at Zephyr slowly and said, "I thought Zephyr had forgotten about this matter. After all, we had discussed it a week ago..."

In response, Zefa snorted coldly and did not give Kizaru a good look.

"Humph! As the chief instructor of the new recruit camp, I'm very busy. It's normal that I don't have time!"

"Eh? Really? But I heard that you, Mr. Zefa, have been drinking tea in the office every day recently. You seem to be very relaxed, right?"

"You only saw me drinking tea, Kizaru!"

"Oh, is that so? That's all right then..."

Sensing the faint fluctuations of Armament Haki on Zephyr's body, Kizaru stopped while he was ahead, then looked back at Ron who was watching from the sidelines, and said, "Ordinary soldiers definitely don't need to use them to activate their potential. This is for elite officers who have reached a bottleneck in their potential development... Don't underestimate their resilience, Ron. In order to become stronger, they can endure any pain."

"I hope so..."

As the developer of the lightning stimulation method and the genius who extended it to the overload form, Ron was not optimistic about the instrument. However, this also aroused his interest. He was sure that he had never come into contact with Vegapunk, and as a new recruit, he was not qualified at all!

So if we completely ignore him as the developer and only rely on the data, what can Vegapunk, the legendary genius scientist who is 500 years ahead of the world, achieve?
……

The Science Corps is different from ordinary military camps. There are no sweaty soldiers here, only researchers in white coats walking hurriedly. The Science Corps was not established after Vegapunk, but Vegapunk appeared hundreds of years after it was established. Before Vegapunk appeared, the Science Corps was responsible for the updating of navy guns, ship construction, and other matters, in order to maintain the leading position of the navy and suppress the sea... just like these researchers are doing.

"what is that?"

"A machine gun that can fire bullets continuously."

"What about this?"

"Hmm... inflatable sleeping bags help soldiers perform long missions on the island."

Yellow Monkey is a competent commander. Along the way, Ron occasionally tinkered with the strange props he saw, such as new muskets, self-propelled grenades, and black technology that can emit hot melt rays and freeze rays. No matter what strange gadgets they are, he can tell you something about them.

"What about... that?"

Seeing the direction Ron was pointing, Kizaru, who had his hands in his pockets, had a gleam in his eyes: "A new type of cannon..."

In the open space over there, there was a silver-white object that looked more like a flintlock rifle than a cannon. It was over three meters long, and the front was not a muzzle, but two irregular metal strips. It was something that Vegapunk was developing, and it was the weapon that the Pacifist had placed in his previous design.

A new type of weapon, said to be more powerful than his own laser!

However, the amount of electricity required for each launch is too terrifying!

Even if he was a pacifist, his strong body, which was copied from the flesh of the "Tyrant" bear, could not withstand two launches.

As a last resort, Vegapunk replaced the Pacifist's weapon with a laser launcher developed through bloodline factors.

From the gadgets in the scientific corps, it can be seen that the fruit abilities of the three admirals were all studied by Vegapunk. The reason why Kizaru was chosen in the end was that laser weapons were more suitable than melt rays and freeze rays in terms of both manufacturing difficulty and practical significance.

It was precisely because of the need to cooperate with Vegapunk to perfect the pacifist that Kizaru became the commander of the science corps.

And this abandoned new type of cannon was the reason why Kizaru went to watch the test on the first day Ron arrived at the Marine Headquarters.

Because after giving up the first version of the design, Punk said with great regret: "It would be great if there was a thunder fruit..."

"Okay, these are all shapeless things, let's move faster."

Kizaru withdrew his gaze, with no sign of anything unusual on his expression.

Take the elevator down from the building to the ground floor, where there is a separate port. A warship is docked inside, and staff are checking the equipment and installing seastone patches on the warship. This technology is currently only mastered by the navy, so there is no problem keeping it secret.

After crossing the port, the three soon arrived at a large warehouse.

In front of them, there were hundreds of instruments covered with white cloth. One of them was moved to the door alone. Several researchers were banging around and arranging it. Seeing Kizaru coming in, an old Mediterranean man in a white coat waved his hand.

"General Kizaru! The equipment has been checked and is ready for use!"

"Is this it?"

Ron took a step forward and bent over to look at the white cylindrical object. It was made of high-strength ceramics, with a metal liner and a movable hatch on top for entry and exit. The internal electrode patches were neatly arranged at the positions of the left and right hands, and there was an insulating pedal below. If the pain could not be endured, one could step on it at any time to block the current.

"This is your mission Ron!"

Zefa also came over and said to Ron: "Test the similarities and differences between the stimulation effects produced by this machine and your lightning stimulation method. If you do well, the Marshal will allow you to learn an additional six styles."

"Six-style again?!"

The champion reward for the rookie camp's year-end evaluation only allowed him to learn two of the moves. Now, by doing a small favor, he could learn an extra move. Ron's eyes instantly lit up!

"Done!"

But at this moment, Kizaru said in a strange tone: "Be careful not to bite off more than you can chew, Ron! Have you learned the six styles that were taught to you before?"

"Ok?"

Ron looked up and glanced at Zefa: "Of course! It can already be used in actual combat."

"hiss……"

Kizaru immediately gasped and said in surprise: "It can be used in actual combat in just two months? What a terrifying physical talent! It's such a waste of the Thunder Fruit..."

"Hmm? What do you mean, Kizaru?!"

Zefa's face darkened and he shouted.

…………

When writing a novel, it is inevitable that you will encounter situations where it is difficult to satisfy everyone. Some people will say one thing, and naturally some will say another. Some people will even deliberately call a black cat a white cat in order to appear unique and satisfy their vanity.

So, as an author, how should you judge truth and falsehood and collect information?

Answer: As long as it is not a mistake of principle, just leave it alone.

The Internet is fake and free. What you care about may not be cared about by others at all. What you work hard for may be worthless in the eyes of others. You spend a lot of effort to revise the article, but you may only get a reply of "It's boring, I've given up reading it".

So as long as it is not a mistake of principle, just leave it alone.

Today, a book friend somehow found out Dashu’s ID in World of Warcraft. We had a very happy chat at first. Then he talked about how to write chapters one by one from the first to the 30th chapter, such as letting the protagonist eat more fruits and so on. Finally, he said to me: “I can’t write a novel with these ideas, so I’ll write it for you.”

Do I still have to pay you copyright fees?

thank you!
To be fair, he is a good man and expressed his views and suggestions, and Dashu expressed his gratitude.

But the wording and sentence structure that you must change because I told you so is very disgusting. I don’t admit that I have such non-mainstream book friends. It must be the small accounts of various forces that are messing with my mood.

So I have to say a few more words here. As long as it is not a principled mistake, the big tree will not change, is too lazy to change, and has no interest in changing. Because your opinion alone is too pale and powerless.

A 4000-word chapter is here!

(End of this chapter)