Morgans accepted the order and left, but his heart was still pounding.
Back when Leo said that technological development was the primary productive force, he had not believed it. But now that the results were laid bare before him, he had no choice but to believe.
Technology really was terrifying.
Having risen to his current position from humble beginnings with nothing more than a Devil Fruit, he truly felt an enormous threat.
"I should go find some books written by the Chief of Staff and read them," he muttered to himself as he walked.
The mass production of the Falcon-Falcon Fruit had completely erased the advantage of his Albatross Fruit.
In the time ahead, the Revolutionary Army would surely mass-produce Falcon-Falcon Fruits on a massive scale. In that case, people as gifted as himself might also emerge to breed falcons.
In the world of pirates, with so many islands and so many bird species, it would be perfectly normal for someone to find a falcon larger and stronger than an albatross, one capable of crossing the seas.
When that time came, what foundation would he have left to stand on?
The World Economic News Paper?
Leo only needed a single transfer order to remove him from his post. And after that?
What else was he good at? Would he have nothing but the seniority of having joined the Revolutionary Army early?
People like Morgans had not yet escaped their old pirate way of thinking. They did not understand that, within a government, seniority was also an extremely important asset. When your seniority surpassed others', even if some people were more capable, they still had to take your opinions into account. Even in promotions and selections where all else was equal, someone more capable than you might still see you promoted