Technology This Advanced

"In three years, I'll invite you to visit again." Miming extended his hand in invitation and said gratefully, "There are simply too many ways in which I'll need to rely on your wisdom. I swear I won't let your hard work go to waste, Doctor."

"It's nothing, nothing. Just a small favor." As Dr. Vegapunk shook his hand, he casually said something that crushed everyone else's intelligence. "These designs were all very simple. I finished them in a week; my assistants handled all the other details."

Miming nearly spat out blood. The gap between geniuses and ordinary people was just that immense. A brain five hundred years ahead of the world was no empty boast.

Thus, Miming gave Dr. Vegapunk an investment of one billion Berry to establish the relevant scientific laboratories and factories. Dr. Vegapunk had fulfilled his agreement with Miming, gained plenty of research funding, and even gotten to take a vacation and unwind. He was in an excellent mood.

Meanwhile, old Tom and Iceburg were dumbfounded after looking over the blueprints Dr. Vegapunk had designed.

Such advanced technology was beyond even imagining! Compared to it, aside from its weapons system, Pluton truly had nothing that surpassed it. Perhaps eight hundred years ago, Pluton had indeed been the pinnacle of warships human craftsmen could build. But eight hundred years later, before a mind five hundred years ahead of its time, Pluton's only highlights were its forbidden, dangerous power.

If the World Government, with such technological strength, truly made up its mind, it could absolutely build another ship even more powerful than Pluton! After all, eight hundred years had already passed!

Old Tom and Iceburg spent a day and a night in a daze, then spent another three days and nights working on a design. They did not come