Coincidence was a strange thing.
Because the Pluton Blueprints were incomplete, Caro had watched hope turn to despair. It left a taste in his mouth worse than rat droppings. That was why, when he asked his question, he had focused on the word "complete."
If he had left that word out, Xin Luo would probably have become a complete idiot by now!
Talk about a lucky break.
In one of the Antonio Family's properties in Mary Geoise, a mansion ostensibly belonging to a distant branch of the family had, in fact, been converted into Vegapunk's secret laboratory many years ago.
The Navy's break with the World Government had not affected the Pacifista Project. But because of it, the Navy possessed only the Pacifistas designated P-1 through P-6, all of which had undergone only minor adjustments.
After leaving the Marine Science Unit, Vegapunk had been secretly brought back to this laboratory by Caro. Lately, his main task had been mass-producing a new and improved Pacifista: the P-7!
Today, however, his work had been forced to a halt. Brainwashed workers had replaced the subordinates he was used to, and his workplace had shifted from the heart of Mary Geoise to an unremarkable underground shipyard on the edge of the Red Line.
The black-robed figure who had appeared beside Caro earlier handed Vegapunk the blueprints. "Build what's on these."
There was no threat in those words, only a flat tone. But Vegapunk knew what would happen to him if he defied them.
Stay alive, and change the world!
Dragon had told him that before leaving the Navy to form the [Censored] Army. Vegapunk had held fast to that belief ever since!
It was why he could accept Kuma's sacrifice and the blood on his own hands. He had done it all to survive—and