Oran knew Caesar's capabilities better than anyone.
Oran had already confirmed the peculiar nature of the Ancient Giant race. That peculiarity meant they could not be cloned and reproduced through conventional means.
If Vegapunk had been leading the project, Oran might have believed it a little. But Caesar? Impossible.
Vegapunk had no reason to suddenly get involved with this. He had joined the World Government mainly because of its immense funding, using the opportunity to research whatever interested him.
That left only one possibility: Caesar was stirring up trouble again, and it was something stupid.
The crates aboard the ship were quickly delivered to Piltover's public-facing laboratory. Compared to the royal city, this place was even quieter.
Only Lyliana was there, tinkering with something.
"Laili, what are you doing?"
"Dad? Nothing much. Blitz's arm needs replacing, so I wanted to see if I could make one."
The real laboratory was in District 13. Aside from conducting basic experiments for outsiders to see, this place also served as a special "nursery," where Oran let Lyliana learn about more natural phenomena.
She had tried things like potassium permanganate and sugar ignition experiments, as well as phonographs, many years ago.
Lyliana could handle template-based work like replacing Blitz's parts. It was far more effective than the fake learning experience of being unable to enter the laboratory for over a decade.
"Good, you're here. Help me take a look at this, so nothing goes wrong."
"My, my. Does that mean I have nothing to do now? Can I go rest somewhere else?"
Kuzan had some idea of what was inside the crate. He had spent the entire journey acting as a human refrigerator.
Compared to preparing a specialized transport ship, having Kuzan handle it was much more efficient.
"Uncle Kuzan, how did you become