"Understood, I'm ready, Zephyr Sensei."
Third batch of training camp students, Kuzan, the future Admiral - Aokiji.
He wasn't lazy now; instead, he was full of drive.
People don't change overnight; the lazy Kuzan in the original timeline was the confused Kuzan after experiencing many things.
Now he was still a hot-blooded youth, joining the Marine with a passion, wanting to contribute to the future.
Although he didn't understand why the first formal class in the Marine training camp was fighting with stick figures, he still stood in the designated position.
"Zephyr Sensei, what should I do if I break it?"
"If you can do it, just try. If you do, I'll directly apply to Navy Headquarters for your early graduation."
As training robots, Oran's creations were primarily intended for data collection, not for the Marine to use as weapons.
Therefore, their combat power wasn't high, but they were sturdy enough. Even the training models had solid iron shells.
Graduating students did have records of destroying training robots. For example, Sakazuki and Borsalino each scrapped one, and a creature named Garp also damaged one because his hands were itching.
This refers to complete destruction, beyond repair.
The rest of the people had also left their marks on them to varying degrees. Now, the bodies of those robots had been replaced multiple times. The one used most frequently had no parts that were still in their original factory condition.
However, no one who had just enrolled had been able to do this yet, and the further along you went, the higher the difficulty became.
These robots would simulate and record the combat movements and methods of others. After two batches of students had worn them in, the current robots had richer combat experience.
The third batch of students were essentially challenging the graduates of the previous two batches.
"Zephyr Sensei, I'm very interested in that bottle of wine in your wine cabinet."
"Alright, if you can scrap this training model, that bottle of wine is yours."
Although today was the first formal class, Zephyr had already led a "preschool" for a while.
Among the three batches of students he had handled so far, the only ones confirmed to be monsters were Sakazuki and Borsalino, and Kuzan was the third. In terms of compatibility, Kuzan was also the one who matched him the best.
"No abilities allowed, everything else is fine. Begin!"
The dormant machine body started up once again, and Kuzan welcomed his first challenge since joining the Marine.
Looking at Kuzan, who didn't even know what Haki was yet, diligently training his body according to his instructions, Zephyr showed a smile of relief. This student was still very obedient.
However, after this, Zephyr started to get a headache again. He realized that there seemed to be some problems with his son's education.
Since transferring to chief instructor, Zephyr had moved his family into the training camp. Besides training new recruits, he was also training his son.
In terms of combat philosophy, Zephyr advocated that the body was the foundation. Abilities could be relied upon, but not depended on.
It was just that after the pirate attack incident, Yeklik had become somewhat eager for quick success. Zephyr's step-by-step teaching always made him feel too slow, and he constantly wanted Zephyr to find him a suitable Devil Fruit to achieve a qualitative change in a short period.
Although Yeklik would also train his physique according to his instructions, he still hadn't changed his mind.
"Dad, have you found a suitable Devil Fruit for me?"
"Yeklik, you're too fixated on Devil Fruits. That's not good."
"I just want to get stronger quickly."
"You still have to do it step by step. You can still become strong without Devil Fruit abilities. Not to mention the older generation, you've also met Lyliana. She's not an ability user."
Over the past two years, Oran had also been to Navy Headquarters a few times. Lyliana would occasionally come out with him, and that was when Zephyr met Lyliana.
To be fair, Zephyr admitted that Oran's daughter was a genius. Her combat instincts were particularly sharp, and her physique was surprisingly strong. Even ordinary soldiers, even after two years of special training, couldn't do anything to her.
Especially since Lyliana and Yeklik were the same age, the gap was even more pronounced.
"She said Uncle Oran already has a target, but he still has to wait."
"You're still young. Build a good foundation first, and I will find a suitable fruit for you."
If he were to casually find a Devil Fruit of an unknown type, Zephyr could indeed do it, but as a father, he also wanted to find a stronger, more compatible fruit for his child.
Most importantly, he wanted to first cultivate Yeklik's mindset. Excessive pursuit of Devil Fruits would instead lead to some misunderstandings.
"What is this?"
Zephyr saw a large box over a meter tall nearby. From the packaging, it looked like a gift box.
"It's a gift Uncle Oran mailed over. I haven't opened it yet."
[Full Metal Assembly Model Strike Freedom, Articulated, Height 1.2 meters, Number of Parts 10989]
Zephyr looked at the attached list and knew what it was, an assembly metal model. Although he didn't understand why Oran would name it Strike Freedom.
"So many parts, how can a child handle it? Oran is really careless..."
"Dad, where are you going?"
Yeklik, who was on a break, looked at Zephyr carrying the box and wanting to leave, asking with a slight confusion.
"I'll assemble this for you. This is too much effort for you. Hurry up and train. You can just play with it during your break.
Also, don't bring personal items like this to the training ground next time."
Zephyr didn't give Yeklik another chance to explain and temporarily kept it for him.
At the same time, in Mary Geoise, Satan had just put down the den den mushi in his hand. The people below had reported a lot of information to him.
"What's wrong, Satan? Have those people you're keeping an eye on made any new moves?"
The Gorosei didn't always hold a large meeting with all five people. At this time, besides Satan, there was only Nasujuro in the room.
Nasujuro seemed very casual and wasn't as cold as he usually was towards ordinary officials.
The titles of Saint or Palace were honorifics among the Celestial Dragons. The Gorosei were all very familiar with each other and naturally wouldn't add that special honorific.
"That guy Sidilier seems to want to make some small moves on a piece of ownerless land. It seems this Doctor's ambition is a bit bigger than I thought."
"Sidilier? Oh, that kid who makes prosthetics. I remember you said before that you wanted to use his technology to modify the agents eliminated by CP9. Has it been implemented?"
"Not yet. That level of modification is still too expensive. Those eliminated people aren't worth the price. Perhaps it can be considered when his technology is further innovated. Unfortunately, his level is still a bit lacking.
If he wasn't focused on medicine, he should be able to bring greater value to the World Government."
There were several name tags in front of Satan, with the names of Vegapunk, Oran, and Caesar written on them.
"What is he doing on the ownerless land? Does he want to be king?"
"It doesn't matter, it's just a discarded place that can't pay the heavens gold. I haven't paid too much attention.
Vegapunk's technology is sufficient, but it's too idealistic. Such idealistic people are difficult to control.
Sidilier pursues profit and has considerable ambition, but he always acts within the rules. Such a sensible person is actually easier to control. Unfortunately, he is slightly inferior to Vegapunk."
Satan looked very conflicted, as if he was making a difficult choice.
"So, who have you decided to choose to complete that thing?"
"Still observing. Actually, the most suitable person is him. He's greedy for pleasure, has no bottom line, and high officials and generous salaries can make him work for us. Unfortunately, his technical level is too poor."
Satan's gaze focused on the name tag with Caesar's name written on it. High officials and generous salaries were the least valuable things in the eyes of the World Government, yet they were what Caesar wanted.
If Caesar's ability hadn't been truly insufficient, perhaps Satan would have entrusted him with an important task.
And at this time, Oran, whom Satan considered somewhat lacking in ability, was in an absolutely safe place, exerting his true ability.
"Kuma, a few more times. I still need to observe more."
"Okay, should I slow down a bit?"
"Try to."
In his Book World research lab, Oran was still researching the p-particles shield.
He didn't have to worry about this problem himself, but others did.
If he wanted to help others with "Demon Slaying," he would have to wait until Oran mutated again someday, making his dream capable of bringing people in and taking other ability users to someone who specialized in dealing with demons.
Meeting higher-level beings like Bard and the Dragon King would also work. These were true gods.
Before that, this ability to be immune to weaknesses was exclusive to Oran.
Perhaps it was too metaphysical, but his own dream had always been the biggest mystery. Even Heimerdinger had no clue and in the end only came up with a dream attractor.
Perhaps when Oran reached the end of science, this thing would also collapse on its own, after all, the end of science might just be metaphysics.
Oran wasn't sure what the World Government's evaluation of him was, and even if he knew, he wouldn't be surprised. This was the situation he wanted.
When doing business, you don't reveal all your cards right away. Before deciding to flip the table, the more cards you have, the higher their value.
While Oran was acting, there were also two teams conducting practical exercises nearby.
A total of 24 mechs were currently divided into four groups, and nearby, there was a twenty-fifth unit, or rather, the first mech, acting as the commander.
This batch of mechs had a standard height of three meters. The commanding unit looked no different in appearance from the other 24 units, except that the number on its chest was zero.
Clang--
After a training exercise ended, the Zero Unit squatted down, and the mech's chest also opened accordingly. Ginny moved and jumped out from inside.
"It's really fool-proof operation. There's no difficulty in getting started at all."
The other twenty-four mass-produced units didn't have a human-carrying function and were pure robots, while this Zero Unit, which could also be considered the First Unit, was a command unit built by Oran alone.
In addition to being able to act as an unmanned mech like the other units, it could also be used as powered armor for people to wear. After all, the First Unit usually had a little more functionality.
As one of the development lines of the many parallel universes in the world of Valoran, the technology tree of this universe had already overcome the difficulty of humanoid mechs. Although they had metal bodies, they could achieve the same flexibility as the human body and maintain balance in complex environments.
The humanoid appearance allowed the operator to better adapt to the mech's operation and combat style. Without complex training, they could use the mech as an extended body.
"Are you already familiar with the operation? Your talent in operating machines is quite good."
"But is this enough? We seem to have to deal with an entire island."
"It's enough. The funds I saved up some time ago have all been invested in them. These more than twenty mechs are worth enough Berries to build ten warships."
To put it simply, half a Pacifista. Berries are relatively stable in value. For a long time, their purchasing power hasn't changed much. It's just that the number of pirates is relatively small now, so the era of massive bounty inflation hasn't arrived yet.
These Guard Mechs still have a gap compared to the Pacifista. If the Pacifista are heavy tanks charging head-on, then the Guard Mechs are light armored vehicles responsible for flanking on the battlefield.
However, what they have to face is a group of pirates and gangsters without heavy weapons, so this level of defense is sufficient.
"But Oran, are you really going to let me drive this?"
"The driver's position isn't fixed in the first place. Kate doesn't like the environment of the cockpit after the mech closes, and Fran thinks that thing is in the way. If you're worried about danger, you don't have to..."
"How could I? This thing is super cool! I'm just afraid of breaking it. It sounds very expensive."
Ginny's eyes were even sparkling when she looked at these mechs. The temptation of driving powered armor was quite significant for her. She really couldn't refuse this cool thing.
Although she had only driven it a few times, she had already fallen in love with it.
Actually, Kuma was also very interested, but his body shape was too different from ordinary people, making driving impossible.
Ginny was still the one with the lowest combat power among them, and was the one who needed external armor protection the most. With Ginny herself not resistant, she successfully became the mech's driver.
The voyage continued. After a period of exploration, Ginny's operation of this set of Guard Mechs had become increasingly proficient.
As they were about to reach their destination, in Oran's Book World, the second meeting was also held on time.
"We'll reach our destination tomorrow. I have to ask, are you ready to be heroes?"
Being heroes, this was also the reason why Oran ultimately chose this humanoid mech model in the selection of mech types. They were going to appear as saviors and bring new order to this island.
Whether as a team to eliminate evil or as an armed force to maintain order, a positive image that could be accepted by the public was needed.
Strangely shaped killing mechs were more suitable for slaughter. If a regime of terror was to be established, they would also be very suitable, but that wasn't Oran's goal. A shape close to human was the easiest to accept.
After all, a prince riding a white horse and an orc riding a white horse were two different options.
--------------------
🚀 Want to read the latest chapters early and get exclusive content?
Support me on Patreon to unlock advanced chapters and join me on this creative journey!
👉 [patreon.com/DaoistRoeoNQ]