"Is it ready?"
Inside the clone production factory, Doflamingo carefully observed the massive cultivation tank before him and asked.
Unlike the densely packed cultivation tanks lining the assembly lines, this one stood alone in the very center of the production workshop. All kinds of pipes were connected to it at the sides, making it obvious at a glance that it was high-end equipment.
In fact, as far as Doflamingo knew, this clone alone had cost at least several hundred million Beli to produce. Yet the resulting clone possessed only the strength of a Navy Captain, and it did not even have any intelligence.
No wonder the clones Judge made seemed rather ordinary in strength. The reason was simple: powerful clones were simply far too expensive. Clones with the combat power of low-ranking Navy officers—or somewhat stronger elite soldiers—were the most cost-effective choice.
Of course, while clones had many advantages, they also had an unignorable flaw. Almost every clone had its potential fixed from the moment it was created.
An ordinary Navy soldier, if properly taught, trained diligently, and survived multiple bloody battles, could generally become someone at the level of a Navy Captain even if their innate potential was mediocre.
Clones did not have such luck. For the vast majority of clones, whatever combat power they had when they left the factory was the same strength they possessed when they died. No matter how much they trained, they could only maintain their condition; their combat power would not change much.
A clone that could raise its combat power by even one level through hard battles and training was one in ten thousand. As for those that could improve more than that, Germa 66 had produced so many clones, yet had never seen one to this day.
"Not bad. This clone