Golden Lion gritted his teeth in hatred, but in the end, he could only watch helplessly as Garen reached out his demonic hand toward that bald lion who had nearly given him a heart attack.
At that moment, the airship that had been floating ten thousand meters above slowly descended as well. The airship's logistics personnel, whom Garen likewise did not count as "people," disembarked onto the island one after another to help Garen clean up the battlefield and sort through the spoils.
Knowing that Phantom would be bringing a batch of Pacifistas this time, Garen had brought along a group of Germa scientists in advance to salvage and reuse those Pacifistas.
Garen was not interested in those expensive humanoid weapons themselves, but rather in the core technology contained within them:
Robots were high-tech creations integrating advanced fields such as machinery, electronics, computers, and materials science.
In Garen's eyes, the knowledge contained within them was far more important than any so-called great treasure. Using it merely to create hulking fools who only knew how to fight and were not even that strong was a complete waste.
If he could reverse-engineer Vegapunk's five-hundred-years-ahead black technology and fully master it, then convert it from military to civilian use, he could even bring this world directly into an information age no worse than twenty-first-century Earth.
Productive forces determined relations of production. These scientific technologies were the true great treasures capable of bringing tremendous change to the world:
To say nothing else, once electronic information technology became widespread—
The young people out at sea would all become addicted to electronic entertainment. They would only want to collect figurines and body pillows instead of Poneglyphs, only want to drive through magnet links instead of sail through the Grand Line.
When that time came, why would