"Who designed it? Does it matter?"
Andrew did not stop. As he continued to corrupt the sea-blue tree, he replied, "Director of S.W.O.R.D. provided the Trident. I handled everything else."
Poseidon asked in disbelief, "How is that possible? How did you swap out my Trident without making a sound?"
"You tell me?"
Andrew tilted his head and asked. Poseidon gritted his teeth. Tell him my ass. Did he think this was some kind of game? He continued, "How much did Director of S.W.O.R.D. help you during the operation?"
Although Poseidon was frustrated at losing to Director of S.W.O.R.D., that was all it was—frustration. He felt neither unwillingness nor hatred, because Director of S.W.O.R.D. was so powerful that losing to him was only natural.
But losing to the King of Abilities was a completely different matter. In Poseidon's eyes, the King of Abilities was merely a junior. Losing to him was truly humiliating.
"Basically not at all. It was all my own skill."
Andrew said, "Don't make that face, Poseidon. A genius like me is beyond your imagination. Once I successfully regain the power of a Skyfather, I will become an expert on the same level as Director of S.W.O.R.D. and the Lord of Chaos.
At that point, even if you Zeus Brothers joined forces, you still wouldn't be enough for one hand of mine. Only when all nine of your Nine Compound V Great Trees reach their limits will you be qualified to fight me."
Reaching their limits meant becoming peak Skyfathers. The reason Poseidon and the others had come out to cause trouble was simple: they wanted to reach their peaks as quickly as possible.
If they had stayed put and developed step by step, it would have taken at least several more years to reach their peak state.