In the ruins beneath the island known as Egghead, Black sat down with the two Vegapunks and gave them a detailed account of what he had seen after reaching Laugh Tale.
"So that was how it was?"
The Vegapunk clone was speechless for a long while after listening. Only after some time did he finally sigh. "No, I should say, so that was how it was after all."
"Waaaaah..."
The original Vegapunk was far more emotional. His eyes were already brimming with tears as he began to sob. "Damn it, why wasn't I born in that era?!"
The Vegapunk clone nodded in agreement. "Yes. So many great scholars worthy of admiration, such a dreamlike nation worthy of respect, such a history of civilization and science."
How could one possibly not yearn for it?
"It's all those bastards from the World Government's fault!"
The original Vegapunk was already cursing in rage. "If it weren't for them, this world would have entered an age of civilization and science long ago!"
"Little Bright!"
He glared angrily at Bright and shouted, "You have to give those government bastards a proper beating! I'll support you with everything I have!"
"In that case, that couldn't be better."
The smile on Bright's face was becoming impossible to suppress.
With Vegapunk joining them, the construction of Pluto could be accelerated.
No, perhaps he could even create something more remarkable.
After all, this man was an unprecedented technological genius, one who had not appeared even in that brilliant age eight hundred years ago.
Using only a few remnants of technology as a foundation, he had replicated a Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit. Even eight hundred years ago, that would have been unimaginable.
"By the way, since you already know the secrets of eight hundred years ago,"
the Vegapunk clone suddenly