“Of course, that’s not all. There are other kinds of incentives as well.”

“For example, the top three performers each month are given a free-choice opportunity. If they want to improve their strength, a Vice Admiral–level expert can personally train them for three days. If they want to improve in other areas, there are corresponding resources available.”

“And if someone manages to take first place more than seven times in a single year, they can even receive a Zoan-type Devil Fruit.”

As Sora explained the welfare system for Seastone mining, she smiled lightly. Since Seastone was a strategic resource, the whole setup had been personally designed by her.

As for the other factories or fishing industries, she simply provided templates based on Rosse’s ideas, and the heads of the regional associations would make adjustments according to local conditions.

Of course, they also frequently sent people to conduct inspections to ensure that every association was operating according to the regulations.

A little corruption or negligence here and there didn’t bother Rosse at all. As long as the overall direction was correct, public sentiment would gradually turn toward him.

After all, even with some greed and skimming, this system was still infinitely superior to slavery.

And once the people’s hearts aligned with him, coupled with constant ideological indoctrination from an early age, soon the entire sea would have only his voice left. [T/N: Hmmmm, sounds familiar to a country we know.]

By then, even if someone tried to rebel, the majority would never follow them. They would simply label those rebels as terrorists.

“The rewards aren’t much, but the results will definitely be excellent,” Otohime said softly.

She was both aware of and supportive of the Employment Association’s creation.

If not for being so busy with matters in the Fish-Man Kingdom, she should have been the one managing it.

But by the time her kingdom was fully on track, the Employment Association would probably be too, and it might no longer even need her help.

It was precisely her experience interacting with ordinary people these days that made her clearly understand just how motivating this system was for them.

“Heh, normally, that Devil Fruit would never actually be handed out, right?”, Kaido sneered with folded arms.

Winning first place for more than six months out of a year, what kind of joke was that? Who could keep up mining for that long?

And if someone truly strong enough existed, they wouldn’t bother mining for a Devil Fruit anyway.

That so-called training? Just a small expenditure of manpower, barely any real cost at all.

Now that Wano had become the Marine’s New World headquarters, powerful marines were already stationed there, even travel time was saved.

In other words, with two empty promises, Rosse had made an entire mining force go wild. That was far more effective than Kaido’s whip-cracking ever was.

And Kaido could see it clearly now.

In that kind of environment, those who mined less would instead be despised, while the top performers each month became admired figures.

A grueling mining job had been turned by Rosse into a path of self-improvement.

“Don’t tell me the top performers also get a chance to join the Marine or CP?”, Kaido said, thinking ahead, and believing it was very likely.

“The miners we recruit come from the New World and the nearby North and West Seas. It’s all voluntary. If they wish to join the Marine and meet the enlistment criteria, I’m sure Fleet Admiral Sakazuki wouldn’t refuse,” Sora said with a smile.

“That’s right. Every new recruit at the New World Headquarters must mine Seastone for three months first,” Sakazuki said seriously.

Ever since following Rosse, things had changed drastically for him.

Before, Seastone mines belonged solely to the World Government, the Marine had nothing to do with them. Whether development or profit, and was even forced to transport and protect them for free.

But now, the Marine received 30% of the profits from the mines. And mining itself was a form of training, sending recruits to dig was a good way to harden their temperaments.

Besides, as long as they met the requirements, they could enjoy the same benefits offered by the Employment Association.

They even implemented similar incentive systems internally. Each month, the most diligent recruits were trained by elite Vice Admirals, and sometimes, Sakazuki himself would give personal instruction.

Sakazuki had never been good at administrative work. He had always been a frontline warrior.

But after becoming Fleet Admiral, bureaucratic matters had troubled him for a long time, until Sora became Chief of Staff.

It wasn’t that she held his hand and guided him. Rather, she provided him with Rosse’s blueprints: the same system used for member nations and the Employment Association.

If Sakazuki had to come up with one from scratch, he’d have no idea where to start.

But copying one? That was much easier.

In Sakazuki’s view, Rosse’s management philosophy was at least a hundred years ahead of both the World Government and the Marine.

“So, this World Conference will mainly revolve around the Employment Association, right?”, Saint Sommers asked thoughtfully after hearing everything.

The World Conference was only a few days away, and if Rosse was hosting a banquet now, the main topic had to be related to it.

Although only fifty member nations directly participated, together their kings effectively represented the will of all.

After nearly two hundred World Conferences, the other nations had long learned how to cozy up to those attending, using indirect channels to make their own demands.

But since too many major events had happened in the past four years, even the World Government had been weakened. And now, Rosse’s Employment Association had disrupted the member nations’ interests, it was clear that the kings would not stay quiet.

“The Employment Association is the core issue,” Sora said with a small smile, “At least a hundred member nations’ elites have already expressed dissatisfaction. Even though their Heavenly Tribute quotas were reduced, they still feel their authority is being violated.”

“Anyone who refuses to obey, just kill them. I can handle it.”

Vanessa, who had been silent until now, spoke coldly. Her first words the words of a goddess of slaughter.

And with her fruit ability and power, she truly could wipe out those noble families in a short time.

At the end of the table, Kaido subconsciously nodded. That was his thought too.

But after talking with Rosse on the way back to the Holy Land, he’d realized that slaughter wasn’t really Rosse’s preferred approach, so he didn’t speak up first.

Besides, he was a rebel, not a loyal minister, it wasn’t his place to give advice.

“Killing can’t solve the problem,” Titi said softly.

Aside from her own kingdom, Arabasta also had the support of four or five weaker member nations behind it.

She understood better than anyone else here how those nations thought.

“The creation of the Employment Association, while increasing national output and profits, is a good thing for most benevolent rulers. But because the Association carries a sense of compulsion, and has Saint Rosse behind it, it heightens their unease.”

“That may be true, but when the Association was first established, they didn’t complain. Why are they objecting now?”, Saint Sommers asked curiously.

He had no reach into the Employment Association yet, so he didn’t really know how it functioned. He only knew that within just a few months, it had spread across every member nation, enforcing Rosse’s will in his name.

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