"Cheap..."
Kuro repeatedly pondered the word, and the atmosphere around him gradually became oppressive.
Sazir suddenly felt a jolt and instinctively moved away from Kuro.
I feel a bit cold.
"Where did you get these people?"
"The qualified ones? Of course, they're bought. Slaves, unruly people, people from the town—if I need them, getting people is easy. Although people aren't worth much, I actually have a strange quirk: those [famous swords] must have the right appearance and physique."
As he spoke, Boropa suddenly let out a soft "hmm," stroked his chin, and looked at Kuro with great interest.
"I think you're quite suitable for [Autumn Water]. You don't necessarily have to be a black-haired, straight-haired, lace-clad married woman; a married man is fine too. You're pretty good-looking. How about being my test subject? You'll become very strong. Don't worry, I'll preserve your personality."
"You seem to have... got me figured out." Kuro exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly.
A smile crept onto Polopa's lips, and he snapped his fingers.
Bang!
The outer door was suddenly slammed shut.
"I don't really want to resolve this with violence, because I'm a scientist who loves weapons, and giving you good weapons would be such a waste. But you don't agree to the deal..."
He snapped his fingers again, "Then I think it's necessary for me to showcase my work."
Another fortress was opened, and several figures appeared at the entrance, emerging from the shadows of the fortress.
These people are all over two meters tall, extremely obese, with fat hanging on their bodies that jiggles as they walk.
These are all women, but they are surrounded by fat and you can't see anything anymore. Their faces are all squeezed together by fat.
In their hands, they each held a huge butcher's knife, with bits of meat still stuck to it.
"【Butcher】, I originally wanted to use a man, but I feel that a woman might be more suitable. They are very strong, with immense strength, and the thickness of their fat makes them almost immune to attacks. If the force of the slash is not strong enough, it will be difficult to break through this layer of fat."
"These kinds of suitable candidates are very easy to find; they're all over the world—overweight old women. As for strength, perhaps only your headquarters lieutenant could withstand them. The cost-effectiveness of training a headquarters lieutenant can't compare to my creation!"
Polopa snapped his fingers again, "And my strongest mass-produced model."
Another fortress was breached, and this time a group of drunkards emerged, each with a flushed face, bulbous nose, drooping tongue, and the occasional burp.
In their hands, they held a simple katana.
"Iron ore, a specialty mineral from Wano Country, has a numbing effect if you get hit by it. This group of people made their products based on this property. They have a high level of evasion, and can even dodge bullets. One person can take down hundreds of Marines without getting hurt. Of course, their defenses are also specially treated. Even if you are hit, ordinary bullets cannot penetrate their defenses."
"All they need to do is buy them. With my special instructions, they can be put to maximum use, whether as naval personnel or something else."
"This is the mass-produced type. For the elite type, you would need a weapon of the [Famous Sword] level. Each one is unique and can replace a famous officer in the navy. Now do you understand? My creation is the best. I can provide combat power from the bottom up, and the price is much better than that 'Pacifista' thing."
Boropa raised his head, full of confidence: "What is Vegapunk? He only wastes money and makes a bunch of meaningless scrap metal. I am the one who can complete the ultimate weapon!"
"Now you understand, right? Give me Shusui. With it, I can give your Marine Headquarters another obedient great swordsman!"
With each word Polopa spoke, the chill around Kuro cooled further, deterring nearby marines from approaching.
By the time he finished speaking, there was no room left for anyone to stand around Kuro.
The sailors retreated to the gate, trembling. They didn't know why, but they felt a chill run through their bodies and were on edge. Some of the weaker ones even started rolling their eyes.
Sazier was also one of the navy men. He covered his thighs to stop them from trembling, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't control them.
He swallowed hard, finally realizing that this aura was murderous!
He had experienced it with his master a long time ago, but compared to this person, his master's killing intent was not even in the same league.
His master, it is said, was a veteran of countless battles and had killed many people...
So how many people has this Kuro killed?!
Kro frantically pushed up his glasses to hide his nervousness; sweat was starting to bead on his forehead.
He hadn't seen Kuro angry in a while...
Unlike the anger he felt during the Marineford War, this Boropa, if he were to go by his words, is completely challenging Mr. Kuro's bottom line.
“Kuro…”
Lida obediently handed Qiushui to him, no longer daring to joke around.
Kuro glanced at her, grasped the scabbard of Shusui, and took it.
"This is the first time I've ever seen weapons more important than people."
He hung Qiu Shui on his waist, looked directly at Boluopa, and asked, "Can these people return to their original forms?"
"Of course not."
Boropa said, "Scientific transformations aren't so easy to reverse. Transformation is transformation, isn't that a good thing? They're obedient, emotionless, and will only faithfully carry out orders."
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