One Piece: A Guide for Ordinary Players

Although Lilith had no memory of working with Caesar Clown, she felt a strange sense of disgust and aversion towards him.

“Robert, if you’re really going to develop some new weapon with this bastard, I’m taking York back to Eghead!”

The reason Robert prefers to deal with bad guys more often is because they have flexible bottom lines.

Without even consulting Caesar Courland beforehand, Robert declared with righteous indignation:

"Of course not for developing weapons. Science itself is pure. If you use it to develop weapons, then science will become an accomplice of the executioner. But if you use it to study things that are beneficial to the world, like Dr. Vegapunk, then science is the ladder of human civilization's progress!"

"Caesar Courant did go astray before, but I think that was due to a lack of guidance. Now I think he has realized his mistakes and is ready to correct them."

"So I decided to give him a chance. After all, he is an absolute genius in the fields of biology, chemistry, and materials engineering. I decided to hire him to conduct research on gene sequences of different races, so as to unravel the mystery of individual differences and gene complementarity."

The people present were all leading figures in the scientific community, and Luo's empty and meaningless remarks were unlikely to fool them. Fortunately, as mentioned before, the bottom line for bad people is to be flexible.

Ever since witnessing Robert remove someone's heart and actually use it to control life and death, Caesar Cullen has been terrified. Now he cooperates wholeheartedly with whatever Robert says.

"You're right, sir. I just went astray in my research before, but didn't Dr. Vegapunk also find the right path from the wrong one? He made gunpowder, which had killed countless people, bloom into something beautiful!"

"So why can't a deadly poison be turned into a life-saving elixir?"

Lilith crossed her arms and sneered, skeptical of Robert's words but not believing a word of Caesar Cullen.

"I don't trust you, so..."

Robert chimed in, "I don't trust him either. After all, I know nothing about scientific research, so how about letting York keep an eye on him?"

Chapter 23 If You Don't Abandon Me

Lilith pulled York aside and gave him a long lecture, the main point being not to be fooled.

Robert couldn't help but laugh. If it weren't for him, all five Vegapunk clones plus his original body would have been completely fooled by this seemingly the most foolish clone, number 6.

Having been sent to rescue Robert and York for quite some time, Lilith had to return to Egherd. After uttering a few harsh words to Robert and Caesar Courland, she reluctantly left Punk Hazard.

With Lilith gone, York and Caesar Cullen's evil side was instantly exposed.

"Darling, Lilith is gone. I'll help you research any weapons you want!"

When Caesar Clown learned that the two beautiful women beside Robert were actually Vegapunk's clones, he felt extremely uncomfortable, as if he were wearing a tight headband. But when York opened her mouth, Caesar Clown was pleasantly surprised to find that she was one of his own kind!

Robert chuckled and shook his head: "I didn't lie to Lilith. Dr. Vegapunk has also been researching lineage factors, hasn't he? That's the purest form of genetic science. As long as it's used for the right purposes, that's all that matters."

Seeing Caesar Courland's disappointed expression, Robert smirked: "I told you before that your poison gas was garbage, don't be so stubborn."

"Since both are weapons of mass destruction, why wouldn't I use my own Devil Fruit instead of your poison gas? Or do you think there are very few Devil Fruits in the world more efficient than your poison gas?"

Kaiser Courant is now like a client presenting a project proposal, having to do everything he can to impress Robert's investment while proving his worth in order to avoid being eliminated.

"But Devil Fruits are both rare and full of uncertainty, and not every force can master the power of a Devil Fruit that can destroy the world."

"My lord, I'm not trying to flatter you, but there are no more than ten Devil Fruits in the world that can compare to your abilities. But how many ambitious people in the world need to win wars?"

Robert didn't threaten him with force; instead, he argued with him.

"Look at this."

He took out a mechanical cannon about half the height of a person from his prop space. It was a small electromagnetic weapon that he had made using a special alloy specially developed by the Indians.

Kidd's pulse cannon, made from scrap metal, was enormous and, due to the poor quality of the materials, required major repairs after each firing.

In other words, Kid's Devil Fruit ability has little cost in splicing metals; otherwise, this kind of projectile weapon would really be not cost-effective.

But the one Robert made is different. The Gluttony Fruit that the Indian ate is practically a bug in terms of materials science. All kinds of alloys with various properties can be synthesized easily and efficiently.

Made of a special alloy, the electromagnetic cannon is not only small in size, but its power is no less than that of Kid's big gun. What's even more infuriating is that it can be reused. The only problem is that it requires a lot of electrical energy to drive it.

At the weapons testing range, Robert found a target and blasted it and the surrounding walls to smithereens, almost causing a landslide, by only outputting the minimum power required to activate the weapon.

"This is only its minimum power. If I were to use it at full power, the weapon's power could be amplified more than ten times. Moreover, it's foolproof; anyone can use it as long as there's enough energy. I could even mass-produce this weapon. Can your poison gas compare to it?"

Caesar Courland's mouth dropped open, and for a moment he was speechless.

York rested his chin on his hand as he looked at Robert, his eyes full of admiration.

"So you started your research in the wrong direction. In terms of power, many weapons are stronger than poison gas. In terms of efficiency, physical destruction is faster. You can't even satisfy the requirement of being cheap. You must give poison gas weapons a unique core competitiveness in order to be able to compete with other weapons."

Caesar Courland looked completely bewildered, and Robert directly revealed the answer: "Precision. The precision of killing with poison gas can be the highest."

Instead of finding a solution, Caesar Courland became even more confused: "I don't understand. Firearms can be aimed, so how can poison gas achieve better accuracy?"

Robert, holding his electromagnetic cannon, said, "I named it 'Equality of All Beings' because as soon as I fire one shot, everyone, good or bad, civilian or high-ranking official, will be reduced to ashes."

"But what if they're all mixed up in one building, and I don't know what's going on inside, but I only want to kill one or a few of them precisely? What should I do?"

Caesar Courant's eyes lit up: "Gene editing!"

Robert gave him a look that said, "You've finally figured it out: Right, get their genes, use those genes as a target, and make the toxin only work on the targets we want to eliminate."

"Once this technology is developed, you will become the most successful scientist in the world. Not only will terrorists go crazy for you, believe it or not, even the Iber Peace Prize will be offered to you. Because the navy and the National Guard will then possess weapons for precisely killing criminals and rescuing hostages!"

Caesar Courland felt as if dawn had broken. He had always wanted to become a scientist who could surpass Vegapunk, but no matter what he did, he could only ever look up to him, and the further he got, the further away he fell.

Now even his old rivals from the same era have moved ahead. Vinsmoke Judge has made rapid progress in the research and development of bloodline factors and external weapons, and has already established his own war kingdom. Queen has become a key figure for Kaido, one of the Four Emperors, and has countless resources at his disposal, allowing him to speed ahead on the path of mechanical ascension.

Only Caesar Clown, still hiding like a sewer rat, can only huddle in Vegapunk's abandoned research facility, relying on providing customized weapons development for various factions to obtain some funding to subsidize his favorite poison gas research.

Even if Robert no longer controls his heart, Caesar Cullen is no longer willing to betray him.

His power rose to prominence in just six months, and after Dressrosa cut off its black market industries such as weapons supply, it actually prospered even more.

Furthermore, Robert has already made a name for himself through numerous battles, and Blackbeard is riding high, seemingly poised to replace the Whitebeard Pirates as one of the new Four Emperors of the Sea.

But Robert, by flanking from behind, killed two of his generals, wiped Beehive Island off the sea, and destroyed tens of thousands of pirates and dozens of NEO pirate warships in the process.

Rumors are circulating at sea that Blackbeard and Robert have both suffered heavy losses, and the Blackbeard Pirates have even abandoned many of the Whitebeard Pirates' territories that they previously occupied, and are now holed up in a place licking their wounds.

But Robert doesn't look injured at all. Doesn't that mean he severely injured Blackbeard, who was almost becoming one of the Four Emperors, while he himself was completely unharmed?

With such a powerful and extremely wealthy patron, who now seems to be the one even Vegapunk is sending an avatar to him as a concubine to maintain their relationship, how could Caesar Clown possibly give up!

Seeing Robert's smiling eyes, Caesar Cullen's knees buckled and he knelt on the ground:

"A wanderer has spent half his life adrift..."

Chapter 24: The Strongest Royal Vice-President of the Supernova - Get It!

Luo lay comfortably on the deck of his submarine, while Luo Ba stood to the side with a fishing rod, looking distressed, unable to catch a single fish for a long time.

Fishing with Observation Haki is pointless, but without cheating, Robert's fishing skills are simply awful.

Enraged, he threw down his fishing rod: "Hey, do you know that even if Vergo really released poison gas in Impel Down, it would be impossible for him to succeed?"

Luo shrugged: "I know, I heard that the warden there is a user of the Venom-Venom Fruit. What kind of poison could kill someone whose whole body is covered in poison?"

Robert shook his head and said, "It's not just because of Magellan. Impel Down has six underground levels, and the space gets bigger as you go down. The idea of ​​filling the underground space with poison gas is a false proposition."

Luo remained nonchalant: "So what? That's a problem for Vergo to consider."

Robert frowned. "Do you think Vergo is an idiot? I can think of something he can't? But he still insists on carrying out this inexplicable plan. What do you think is his reason?"

Luo opened his eyes and sat up: "Are you testing me? Of course he has a plan that he didn't tell Caesar Courland about."

Robert was just worried that Luo would become complacent and careless, but seeing that Luo seemed to have been prepared, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Actually, I think since we are strong enough, we can just take down Vergo as well. You are a Shichibukai. If you help the Navy catch a spy, they will commend you. There is no need to use your brain and schemes.”

Luo's tone became serious: "Robert, I had only one goal in my life before, which was to kill Doflamingo and avenge Rosinante."

"But now that goal has been achieved, don't worry, I have no resentment. As long as Doflamingo is defeated, I don't care whether I did it or not. So now I'm not going to get stuck on something extreme."

"Did you know that my name also has a D in it? My full name is Trafalgar D. Waterloo. Countless people have told me that this secret name, D, must not be shown to anyone, or it will bring destruction."

"So don't you want to know what the D in our names really means? What kind of will it represents, and why the World Government is so afraid of the D clan?"

Robert wanted to shake his head and say: I don't want to know, because I'm not a member of the D clan at all. The D in my name is a pun.

But when he opened his mouth, what came out was a hypocritical response: "The D clan, mysterious and free."

Luo laughed and said, "Right? Everyone with 'D' in their name wants to explore its mysteries, so becoming the king of the sea is not my goal, but a means to achieve it."

"But you're just my type. Actually, I can tell you don't want to be the Pirate King. You're just afraid of dying."

Robert looked at Law in surprise, not expecting him to be so perceptive; his summary was indeed spot on.

"You have a really good eye for people. Actually, all I wanted to do from the beginning was travel the world, see different scenery, and do things I like."

"But this messed-up world just won't let good people live."

"It's normal for Blackbeard to want to get back at me, since I tricked him first, but that old Akainu didn't even bother to investigate before treating me as a pirate."

“From that moment on, I realized that I had to become strong, strong enough that no one on the entire sea could punish me, no one would dare to provoke me, only then could I gain true freedom.”

Law patted Robert on the shoulder: "If you become one of the Four Emperors, will you support me in exploring the secrets of the D. clan?"

Robert looked at him strangely and said, "I'll support you even if I don't become the Pirate King, brother. I'll support whatever you want to do."

Law shook his head: "You must become one of the Four Emperors, or even the Pirate King, otherwise you are not qualified to support me. So, I will help you first!"

Robert's lips curled up. Robert was a master who had the strength to compete with the Four Emperors, and now he was obviously going to open his heart to him. He wondered what had moved him.

"Brother, don't put so much pressure on yourself. When I said I supported you in researching the D clan, I definitely had the confidence to do so."

"You can focus on your research now without worry. I don't need to become one of the Four Emperors. I'll hold up the sky if it falls!"

Luo pulled down his hat brim and lay back down: "So you don't need to worry about Vergo's matter. You have things to do, and I have things to do. Consider it my pledge of loyalty, and I will give you a big gift."

Robert really didn't know what kind of "gift" it would be to continue to trick Vergo into attacking Impel Down. He couldn't very well say that he would rescue Doflamingo and then have him bow down and become his subordinate willingly, could he?

But since Luo has already spoken, if I continue to interfere, it would be a slap in his face.

Although Luo's words just now clearly indicated that he would become his deputy from now on, he was not the kind of domineering leader and preferred subordinates who could stand on their own.

Law, on the other hand, is someone who has proven his strength in the original storyline. Both his intelligence and strength are sufficient to cope with most of the impacts of the new world.

York was about to have dinner again, and Robert was planning to go to the island to see how Panz Fry prepared volcanic cuisine. He figured that learning from others could be beneficial, and observing the cooking techniques of a master chef might even help improve his own culinary skills.

Luo suddenly spoke up again: "By the way, Ace contacted me a while ago, but I had already logged into Punk Hazard by then, so I didn't talk to him much. He probably had something to ask you, but he was afraid of exposing your identity. You'd better give him a call."

Robert has been so busy these past few days that he's almost forgotten about Ace. He sent him to make contact with the Revolutionary Army, and he doesn't even know if Ace has reunited with the Sabo brothers yet.

A ship was approaching in the distance. Robert stopped making the phone call and appeared on the ship in a flash.

The ship was a grain transport ship from Dressrosa. After receiving a call from Robert, who told him about Panz Fry and that he would be transporting grain to Punk Hazard regularly, the Indian man simply escorted a ship full of food over himself.