Watch Your Position, Vegapunk!

Holy Land, Mary Geoise, within the laboratory of the Warrior God of Science and Defense.

The monitored recording played on repeat. Saint Jaygarcia Saturn's eyes flickered, and he immediately let out a cold laugh.

"Jade Scale—the bloodline born of that lowly woman and a noble Celestial Dragon. The experimental specimen I discarded had ended up in the hands of that Buccaneer Tribe brat, a born slave..."

"Pacifistas, mass-produced tools of suppression. Since there was already a creator capable of suppressing everything, it was necessary to have suitable soldiers and commanders as well..."

After pondering for a moment, Saint Jaygarcia Saturn slowly dialed the Den Den Mushi connected to Marine Headquarters.

"Mosshi mosshi, this is Saint Jaygarcia Saturn. Put me through to Admiral Borsalino..."

A few days later, near Egghead.

"Yawn, I'm so sleepy. We've been expanding and expanding ever since a few days ago. Just how far does Dr. Vegapunk intend to expand this place before he's satisfied?"

"Quit complaining. If the Marines hear you, they might just arrest you on the spot!"

"Hahaha, let them come if they've got the guts. Watch me hit them with a—"

Before he could finish, the worker standing with his back to his companions broke out in a cold sweat. His legs shook like sieves as he trembled and pointed ahead.

"Y-you... look! Is that... the Marines? Why are Marine warships surrounding Egghead? What happened? This is the Eighth Marine Research Institute!"

In the blink of an eye, many busy staff members poked their heads out, only to see warship after warship completely encircling Egghead.

On the deck, a languid-looking man rose from a sun lounger and unconsciously sighed.

"How troublesome! Dr. Vegapunk had actually been colluding with pirates in secret. This really puts me in a difficult position..."

"Reporting to Admiral Borsalino,