The Tenth Private Car

As news of the Federation successfully repelling the Buster Call spread across the Four Blues through the World Economy News Paper's full-page headlines and continuous coverage, the rulers of nations that had been wavering between the World Government and the rising Federation finally resolved to throw themselves into the Federation's embrace.

For a time, a thousand sails raced across the azure sea. Splendid sailing ships bearing the royal crests of various nations cut through the waves under the close protection of heavily armed royal guards, heading toward the island cluster where the Federation headquarters stood, as if heralding the opening of a new era.

Within the Federation, the postwar reconstruction boom swept across every inch of land in full force.

Countless civilians spontaneously formed repair crews, carrying planks on their shoulders and mortar in their hands as they hurried through ruined walls and rubble. Clone soldiers in matching uniforms relied on their superhuman strength to haul heavy steel and cement alongside the people.

At the coastal defense construction sites, the intelligent robots Vegapunk had hurriedly produced used precise mechanical arms to survey the land and install sensors. Under the scientists' remote control, these silver-gray steel creations worked like tireless ants, turning the lines on coastal defense blueprints into solid fortresses.

This man, known as the world's greatest scientist, held a deep interest in the Federation's ideal of "shared technology, free development." Within it, he vaguely saw the shadow of the Great Kingdom from eight hundred years ago.

Even without anyone asking for his help, he was willing to contribute to the Federation's construction. Only under such a system could the "Endless Energy" he wished to develop be shared by all.

The Federation's core leadership had fallen into unprecedented busyness.

Lafitte held a quill pen, rapidly signing orders across mountains of