In front of Vegapunk, Rosse dialed another Den Den Mushi.

[“Who?”]

From the other end of the Den Den Mushi, came a rough male voice.

“Vinsmoke Judge, correct?”, Rosse reached out and grabbed Stussy’s hair, pressing her head into the sand. He disliked people being disobedient while he was busy.

[“Correct, who are you?”], Judge asked in a deep voice, the same question. Not many people knew how to contact him.

“Saint Jaygarcia Rosse, you should have heard this name.”

[“What do you want with me?”], Hearing this name, which was household-famous and even made infants cry, Judge became obviously much more respectful.

“Vegapunk is in my hands. How about we make a deal?”

[“You want to hand over Vegapunk to me?”], Judge’s breathing became much more rapid. He had once been a member of MADS and knew better than anyone Vegapunk’s abilities.

If he could control Vegapunk, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the plan he had dreamed of would immediately come true.

“Vegapunk betrayed the World Government. I can give you one-third of his brain. As for how to extract the information from it, that’s your problem,” Rosse said with a smile.

[“I want his entire brain.”]

‘What a joke, who knows if that one-third will contain what I want?’

“You can’t afford the price,” Rosse’s voice was flat.

[“The Vinsmoke Family is willing to serve you,”] Judge did not hesitate.

Essentially, he had no real conflict with the Celestial Dragons.

Judge’s greatest dream was simply to let the Vinsmoke Family reign over the North Blue again, not to become king of the world.

Thus, his idea had always been to show strength, to conquer the North Blue with power, and to make even the World Government wary enough not to act against the Vinsmokes.

Now being able to cooperate with a Celestial Dragon, there was nothing unacceptable about it.

As for “serving” or not, anyway, if a Celestial Dragon asked him to do something, he couldn’t refuse in the first place, better to take the initiative cleverly.

“This proposal is good,” Rosse said with a bright smile, not caring at all that Vegapunk was still alive.

If Vegapunk could still pull something under his eyes, Rosse would even look forward to it.

Unfortunately, by the time his deal with Judge ended, Vegapunk hadn’t said a word.

“Your actions will eventually lead the world to destruction,” After Rosse hung up the Den Den Mushi, Vegapunk suddenly spoke.

“You were planning to spread technology and throw the world into chaos anyway. Compared to that, my action isn’t much,” Rosse nearly laughed.

Compared to these people who constantly wanted to throw the world into chaos, he felt that he was, more or less, still human.

“Only with technological development can everyone’s lives get better. Sacrifices along the way will be worth it,” Vegapunk didn’t think there was any use communicating this with Rosse. He simply closed his eyes, ready for Rosse to act.

Rosse had contacted Judge in front of him precisely to see if there was still any value to squeeze from him.

Those technologies, he would spread them to the world. But that didn’t mean he would give them to the World Government.

If those technologies fell into the hands of the World Government, it would only make this world even worse.

Rosse wasn’t someone good at convincing people; otherwise, he wouldn’t have suggested to Saint Saturn to eliminate Vegapunk back then.

There were so many people in this world. Rather than fighting stubborn fools to the death, it was better to wait for more like-minded allies.

SWISH!

The Trident of the Sea God lifted, and the sharp blade swept through. Vegapunk’s neck was easily slit, and his vitality quickly dissipated.

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[S-Rank Kill Completed!]

[Strength +5,000,000]

[Special Reward: Brain-Brain Fruit (Pending Collection)]

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Hearing the system’s reward sound, a trace of surprise flashed in Rosse’s eyes.

He hadn’t expected that despite all of Vegapunk’s black technologies, what he would ultimately get was the Brain-Brain Fruit.

This only showed that, according to the system’s judgment, Vegapunk’s most valuable thing at the moment was the Brain-Brain Fruit.

It had to be said, this was indeed a very bugged fruit, capable of achieving infinite storage capability, like a combination of a super hard drive and a super processor.

As long as the user had some talent, it would be easy to lead the world in science and technology.

“Kill me,” Stussy lay on the ground, looking blankly and despairingly at Vegapunk’s fallen body.

She was originally a clone created by Vegapunk. From the beginning, her only meaning was to obey Vegapunk’s orders.

Now that Vegapunk was dead, and she couldn’t even avenge him, she didn’t know what to do anymore.

Moreover, the nature of the Celestial Dragons, as a CP0 agent, she knew very well.

Saint Rosse was not one of the “clean” Celestial Dragons. He was more like a villain among the Celestial Dragons, even more evil than others.

“As expected, whether it’s clones, cyborgs, or death soldiers, these deformed things aren’t as meaningful as robots.”

“Farewell, Clone No. 1, Stussy,” Rosse pulled out his familiar platinum pistol from his waist and pressed it against Stussy’s head.

“Thank you,” Stussy showed no fear of death. From the moment she was created, she had accepted being a tool. Now that her master was dead, the tool had no need to exist.

BANG!

SPLATT!

The gunshot rang out, blood splattered.

Stussy collapsed onto the ground, her mature and glamorous face covered in blood, carrying a trace of serenity amid the gore.

Stussy, deceased.

Rosse picked up Vegapunk’s corpse and stepped onto the waves, walking toward the ship.

Behind him, the surging sea swallowed Stussy’s body, and the bloodstains on the beach were washed away without leaving a trace.

“Do proper preservation,” Boarding the ship, Rosse casually threw Vegapunk’s body aside, letting Stella handle the follow-up work.

If compared to a pirate crew setup, he was the captain, Gion and Zephyr were swordsmen and martial arts experts. Equivalent to second and third in command, and Stella was the ship’s doctor.

With her Devil Fruit ability alone, Stella had already surpassed 99% of ordinary doctors, not to mention that she had decent talent in the medical field.

“Understood, Captain,” Stella hurriedly directed the ship’s assistants to start moving Vegapunk’s corpse.

On the other side, Gion approached with a teasing expression, “I thought you’d play around on the island for a while.”

“With so many worthwhile people to play with, why waste time on a clone?” [T/N: It was really unexpected]

Rosse shrugged. Though he could make a move as long as someone was beautiful and had a good figure, he didn’t like emotionless dolls.

Stussy was such a doll. She had no emotions in that regard, and there was no fun at all in playing with her.

“No, from what I know of you, you must have found a better target,” Gion had been around Rosse for a long time; her original temperament had completely opened up, and now she even dared to joke with him.

“Indeed, there’s a more tempting target. But that’s just a drink to quench temporary thirst. How could it compare to you, the eternal main course?”, Rosse left behind a deep and meaningful glance, then turned gracefully and walked into the ship’s cabin in big strides.

Gion’s lips curled into a gorgeous, charming smile. Thanks to Rosse’s attentive “nurturing,” her appearance, figure, and aura had become even more outstanding, breathtakingly so.

She moved lightly, closely following Rosse, stepping into the ship’s cabin together with him.

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