"You didn't steal the World Bank's printing press, did you?"
Looking at Kuta, Vegapunk's first thought was of a printing press. How else could he explain Kuta producing so much Beli all at once?
This money would not only let him build the weapons the World Government wanted, but also bring many of the ideas in his head to life, one after another.
With this money, he would never have to worry about funding again.
"The World Bank?"
Kuta had heard of yet another new power, one that had never appeared in the original story.
He looked at Vegapunk in confusion. "What's the World Bank?"
"Uh..."
Vegapunk stared at Kuta, the corner of his mouth twitching.
"You have this much Beli, and you don't even know about the World Bank?"
"Never heard of it."
Kuta answered honestly.
After recalling Kuta's identity, understanding dawned on Vegapunk's face. Then he said, "True. Someone like you really wouldn't pay attention to such things. After all, most people in this world don't know about the World Bank."
At this point, Vegapunk straightened up and explained, "I don't know exactly when the World Bank was founded. I'm only a scientist, after all, not a historian."
"All I know is that it's a banking institution jointly established and maintained by every kingdom in the world. It controls the process for printing Beli."
"Of course, it doesn't print money indiscriminately. It prints according to its surveys of the world's gold production, then distributes the money to every country. All the countries in the world oversee this together, which is why Beli became the world's currency."
"Not even the World Government could change that."
"So that's how it works!" Kuta nodded in understanding.
So that was where this world's Beli came from. He had thought the World Government