"Whitebeard, how do you feel?"

In the midst of countless mechanical movements, a wise old man quietly looked at his masterpiece, nay, it should be said that it was unlikely that he would create a masterpiece again in his life, after all, this masterpiece was created based on the body of an incomparable man. Of course, if that man dies or the World Government is willing to bring himself close to the Heavenly King, he may be able to create a machine than the man in front of him, whose vast majority of the body has been reshaped by machinery.

The crescent-shaped beard had been destroyed by the Sith in that war, but now, the man's iconic beard had been recreated by this scientific madman who was naturally striving for perfection, and even with a magical mechanism, the beard could slowly grow back like a normal person even if it was destroyed in battle, but this time, the old man knew that his question was destined to get no answer, even if he already knew, The strongest man in the world had already regained consciousness when he mechanically pushed the blood back of his body.

"Your voice has been completely destroyed in that battle, and that thing, I can't make it for the time being, but do you feel that there is something wrong with your body, I have completely restored your body by relying on the cloned organ made by that Gilmar left behind, but unfortunately, my surgery is not possible, so you still need to rely on a lot of machines for your activities."

The old man sat down in his chair and, with the help of countless machines, raised himself to a height that was at eye level with Whitebeard.

"You have returned from hell, but now Whitebeard is no longer a sea thief Whitebeard, but a lost father, what a downcast!"

Whitebeard slowly raised his head and looked at the wise man quietly, as if he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but, in the next moment, his voice was completely torn apart by the collision of a large amount of metal, and he could not make a normal sound.

"It still needs to be debugged, however, it won't be too long, after all, the world government won't give the old man too much time, of course, after that, the old man will erase your consciousness, and when the time comes, you shouldn't be sad or lost, because you, like the bear, will also become a part of the world government."

There was a hint of anger in Whitebeard's eyes, but at the moment, except for his head, the rest of his body couldn't move.

"Your monsters' bodies are so strong, so strong that I don't even know how you have trained your bodies to such a level, but as long as you decipher the secret of the Devil Fruit, I won't care about your arrogance at that time, no, I should say that I don't care now, I just want to know now, when the revolutionary army and the world government start a big war, how much deterrence will it cause when you appear in front of them."

Vegapunk looked at the man in front of him quietly, and a smile appeared on his face.

He slowly rolled up his trouser legs, and in Whitebeard's shocked gaze, the wise old man removed his legs from his body.

"The old man has lost a considerable part of his body in the research of that year, and that part was completely recovered by the machine after I ate the mechanical fruit, but the old man is also destined to become a mechanical existence in this world, and even I suspect that the so-called Heavenly King is just a device that my mechanical fruit has developed to the extreme and brought its wisdom to the end."

There was arrogance in this man's eyes.

"Wisdom is power, and the end of science is the gods."

"The current navy is not very peaceful, it seems that something terrible is about to happen, so, please sleep in this place for a while, and after sleeping, you will end your mission."

It was the last muttering of the man Whitebeard could hear, who had left the chamber in silence.

It's just that even Vegapunk doesn't know that in his wonderful brain that can't do his homework, the wisdom and arrogance of being a father make this powerful man start to drive his completely unfamiliar body.

The muscles and steel shaped his veins, giving him the strength to stand up again, and to get rid of the torture of the so-called serious illness. It's just that it is precisely because of machinery and steel that this man cannot reach his end, reach his ultimate height.

He's a robot~~

Whitebeard slowly raised his hand, a subtle smile on his face.

"I didn't expect it, the old man would be able to come back~~"

"Goloo-la-la-la~"

Whitebeard sat slowly on the ground amid the sound of mechanical kalakala, leaning on countless machines, looking at this thing that had not changed at all, and his face showed a look of nostalgia.

"It's so quiet~~"

After death, Whitebeard's brain cells are a considerable part of the dead, and it is precisely because of this part that Whitebeard can no longer remember most of the things that happened before, but he knows that in this world, he has a biological son and a group of idiots and righteous sons.

Those idiots are probably still waiting for their own return, no, maybe they're trying their best to find Titch right now, that bastard.

So, what else can I do now?

Whitebeard let out a self-deprecating laugh.

It's not that he can't move, it's just that, in front of that man, he doesn't want to move, because he knows that compared to the guy who really replaced everything with machinery, he still has a heart, of course, not the heart beating in his chest, but his soul.

That man has really dedicated everything he has to technology, and there is no compassion in his heart for a long time. The so-called emotion is nothing more than a blockade set by himself as a guy himself, a blockade that doesn't let a monster come out.

And now, I have nothing left to help my children, after all, my body is not all my own. And at the beginning, what I could give to those stupid boys has been completely given, but what makes me a little disappointed as a father is that I can't watch them leave. Of course, what he's most sorry for is that stinky boy of his own, Sith, is it called Francis, what a nice name, but when the time comes, my son, just like before, will kill me.

I am no longer a beacon of the times, I don't need to lead you forward, I don't need to show you the way home, I am just a stumbling block in your way.

Well, destroy me, kill me.

I know, you can!!

You're my proudest biological son, even in the Navy.

"Goo-la-la~~"