After the announcement that Sabo, the Revolutionary Army's Second-in-Command, would soon be executed, another report emerged that the World Government would execute Vegapunk.
This news undoubtedly dropped a bomb into the already unsettled Pirate World.
Everyone was pondering the World Government's intentions, and some even speculated that it wanted to use this opportunity to carry out a great purge of the Pirate World.
The island of the future, Baldimore.
"Ve... Vegapunk?" Inside a mechanical building, an old man with a white beard was reading a newspaper printed out by a fax machine.
His face was filled with shock.
Beside him stood a little boy holding a mechanical dog on a leash.
Hearing him, the boy asked, "Grandpa, you look so strange. Do you know this person called Vegapunk?"
The old man said, "Vegapunk originally came from our island. He's also the world's foremost scientist."
"The foremost scientist?" The little boy looked puzzled. "I've only heard of Franky."
"What Franky? He's not even..." The old man had been about to say that Franky wasn't even worthy of carrying Vegapunk's shoes. But on second thought, it made sense.
In this world, even the world's foremost scientist couldn't match the fame of the Lott Pirates.
So it was understandable that his grandson, who was still young, had never heard of him.
"Vegapunk is the pride of Baldimore. It's entirely thanks to his scientific technology that we can live so comfortably amid the blizzards."
As he spoke, the old man pointed beneath his right foot. "Every modern building on this island was Vegapunk's work."
"What? So all these houses we live in were built by Vegapunk?
That's so cool!"
Stars instantly filled the little boy's eyes. "Then who's better, Vegapunk or Franky?"
The old man's eyes widened before his expression turned sorrowful. "Whether Vegapunk