Saturn's Mediocrity and Rise

Herman Revenge, conference room.

The flickering lights cast a pearlescent glow over the mountain of spoils piled in the center of the room.

At the head of the table, Dawn stroked the snow-white little fox curled up in his arms.

Beside him, Robin was fully focused on using her ability. Dozens of slender arms sprouted out, sorting the small mountain of loot before her into categories with trained precision and efficiency.

"What did those traffickers rely on to turn invisible and evade Observation Haki?"

Leaning comfortably against the back of his chair, Dawn kept stroking the fox as he asked the question that had been bothering him.

Stella lazily yawned, her pointed mouth opening slightly.

"For invisibility, they used optical stealth cloaks specifically designed for Cipher Pol agents on classified missions. But those things supposedly have unstable power supplies and carry a risk of explosion, so they are not used unless absolutely necessary.

"As for evading Observation Haki... they used a potion made from a special type of deep-sea algae. After drinking it, a person's life presence and emotional fluctuations are greatly reduced for a short period, making them as difficult to notice as a reef.

"However, it also has a fatal side effect. If they fail to take a specially made antidote within the specified time, their brain will permanently shut down, turning them into living corpses."

"They're all things with no real practical use. The risks are far too great."

After hearing Stella's detailed report, extracted through her charm ability, Dawn's hand paused. A look of speechlessness mixed with understanding appeared on his face.

If his guess was correct, these flashy yet hazard-ridden gadgets were most likely products personally overseen by, or at least ultimately approved by, Jaygarcia Saturn Saint, the Warrior God of Science and Defense.

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