Wapol had only slightly displayed his talent for weapon manufacturing, yet the entire Revolutionary Army was already astonished.
If Caesar was a master of biology, a genius second only to Vegapunk, then Wapol was a genius among weapons manufacturers. Aside from Franky, who had achieved considerable success in this field through his own abilities, Wapol was the only one.
This was not to say Wapol was inferior to Franky. Wapol mainly relied on his Devil Fruit ability, whereas Franky relied on nothing else. It could be said that Franky surpassed Wapol in mechanical expertise.
Wapol knew how things worked, while Franky knew why they worked. That was why Franky was superior.
But Wapol's Devil Fruit manufacturing speed was fast!
His speed was practically instantaneous. Once he ate a weapon and took it back out, it became a rapid-fire rifle.
And though the Revolutionary Army members looked astonished as they used those rifles, each rifle actually already contained Wapol Metal. This highly unusual metal granted by his Devil Fruit was Wapol's true value.
But things were fine now. After Wapol agreed to obey orders, he produced all kinds of weapons—he was very well-behaved now, because he had realized that his cannon could not kill Sabo, and clearly could not kill anyone here either. Dalton walked in and was astonished by the weapons filling the hall.
Every weapon was different. They were weapons Wapol had once eaten and weapons he had once manufactured. They were rarely seen outside and counted as top-secret items, yet they had been casually tossed here for the Revolutionary Army to play with. Wapol, docile as a little lamb, manufactured weapons under their direction instead of attacking them. It was practically a miracle!
"Why?" Dalton asked curiously.
"Why isn't he resisting?"
Smoker, standing beside him with his arms