"An experiment from seven years ago?"
Helaer raised an eyebrow. "Elam, don't tell me you've forgotten. That accident in the laboratory—the one where Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro deliberately released the test subject—was all to confirm whether Vegapunk had submitted false reports."
"Who would have thought that, while the test subject's strength truly rivaled that man at his peak, its intelligence was severely lacking."
"Besides, that thing wouldn't obey our commands at all. In the end, we could only let it wreak havoc outside and collect data for Vegapunk."
Elam fell silent as well. "Last time was indeed an accident, but over the past seven years, we have also put in a great deal of effort behind the scenes."
"If Vegapunk truly completes this task, we will no longer need to rely on disobedient dogs. So-called powerful fighters can be mass-produced by us."
"By then, Marine Headquarters will no longer have any reason to exist. Those pirates hopping about on the seas, along with the Revolutionary Army, will know despair before being eradicated by us."
"At that time, Lord Imu will surely be pleased and allow us to continue presiding over this world's order!"
His stern words echoed through the vast palace.
Even Helaer, one of the Five Elders who had always remained composed, showed a trace of emotion on his face.
Before he could speak again, however, an urgent Transponder Snail began to ring.
"Gurururu, this is Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro. Elam, please answer... Elam, please answer..."
The sudden call made both Elam and Helaer stiffen.
After exchanging a glance, Elam did not hesitate to reach out and press the Transponder Snail's answer button.
"Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro, this is Elam. Even if you have captured that brat, there's no need to be this excited and contact me directly," Elam