Thinking of himself as a research candidate for the World Government's bloodline factor project, Judge's breathing became a lot more rapid.
The World Government's resources were not something that the small North Blue could compare to.
Strong individuals at the Admiral level of the Marine, openly there were 4 of them, three Admirals and one Fleet Admiral.
Specifically who they were, he didn't really understand, but this was the Marine's structure, it couldn't be that promoted Admiral Sakazuki was weaker than a few old-generation powerhouses.
If he had the bloodline factors of these people, he was confident that within twenty years he could create cyborgs of Admiral level, and apply them to his future bloodline.
"Vegapunk's project, ah, the full name is 'Seraphim Project,'" Rosse said with a smile, when he learned about this project, he was quite surprised too.
He hadn't expected that technology implemented twenty years later already had a draft so early.
However, this could also conversely prove that Vegapunk had no loyalty whatsoever to the World Government.
This was still a project proposed by Vegapunk, during which countless resources were given to Vegapunk to use at will, and in the end making the Seraphim still took twenty years, and the highest authority still wasn't in the World Government's hands.
It could only be said, the World Government treated Vegapunk well, but unfortunately, Vegapunkwas just a white-eyed wolf.
The World Government finally acted like humans once, but in the end, they were only stabbed in the back.
"This project name really fits his personality," Judge sneered, "With my understanding of him, the advancement of this project must not have gone smoothly, right."
Vegapunk understood science better than he did, but he understood human nature better than Vegapunk.
Just after hearing this matter, he realized.
Someone like Vegapunk, a pure idealistic Seraphim believer, proposing such a plan was simply not for continuing research, but to prevent himself from entering the World Government, to stop himself from colluding with the World Government and using bloodline factors to create cyborg weapons.
If not for this reason, Vegapunk could not possibly have proposed this project.
"Back then at MADS, it was like this too," Judge couldn't help but complain, "Because of the orders from the Celestial Dragons, we needed to provide them with goods, so we had Cloning No.1."
"In the end, after finally developing Cloning No.1, Vegapunk thought the technology was too dangerous, erased all the data, and only gave the Celestial Dragons some future prospects to get funding. As for No.1, it's unknown where he hid her," During MADS, Judge already had some ideological disagreement with Vegapunk.
Or rather, Vegapunk had ideological disagreements with the rest of MADS members.
MADS wasn't some charitable scientific research organization, everyone gathered with various goals, aiming to unite and scam more research resources from the Celestial Dragons.
As for what impact their research results would bring, that wasn't something they needed to consider.
Vegapunk's behavior undoubtedly broke the rules, and it was also for this reason that MADS needed more exposure to obtain funding, thus attracting the World Government's attention, and ultimately being forcibly disbanded.
"No.1, ah, this I do know, before dying she was still loyal, but she did not fear death. When Vegapunk died, death to her might have been a kind of relief," Rosse chuckled lightly.
Cloning No.1 was Stussy whom he had met a few days ago, who did not betray Vegapunk until death.
"A perfect masterpiece," Judge couldn't help but sigh, "It's a pity the research data of No.1 wasn't preserved, and it's unknown how much information can be extracted from Vegapunk's brain."
Judge had no concern about Stussy's death. Instead, after hearing Rosse's words, he outlined an image in his mind of a clone weapon that was emotionless, extremely powerful, and acted decisively.
Such clones were exactly the masterpieces he dreamed of.
Even though Judge prided himself on strong scientific research ability, he had to admit that Vegapunk's ability was indeed above his.
Unfortunately, such a genius, even with No.1's protection, could not escape the fate of death.
"Your Highness, No.1 was also a joint masterpiece of MADS, may I presumptuously ask, what level of strength did she ultimately reach?", Judge carefully asked.
This was the answer he desperately wanted to know.
Not only did he want to understand the gap between himself and Vegapunk, but he also wanted to know what level was needed to escape the control of the World Government.
"Strength, huh...", Rosse raised his eyebrows slightly, at a glance seeing through Judge's intentions, but this was also the result he deliberately guided.
"Specifically not too clear, she only lasted three seconds in front of me. But according to the Marine's strength standards, she should have just reached Vice Admiral level strength."
"Vice Admiral level strength, huh...", Judge's figure trembled slightly, deeply remembering this strength and Rosse's nonchalant demeanor.
He never doubted the truthfulness of Rosse's words, because Rosse indeed had no need to lie.
Earlier, the heavenly might Rosse created with a wave of his hand was already the ceiling of strength he had seen with his own eyes.
However, Rosse's casual words also completely sank Judge's heart.
That is to say, even if he researched out a Vice Admiral-level cyborg, it would still be no different from an ant in front of Rosse.
And like Rosse such powerhouses, perhaps the World Government had countless more.
At the same time, this also meant that if he wanted to escape the control of the World Government, he must create powerhouses at the Admiral level.
Thinking of this, not only did Judge not fall into despair, but instead, his eyes showed ambition for the future.
And all of this was completely captured by Rosse.
The corners of Rosse's mouth slightly curled upward.
He didn't mind that Judge had ambition, the more ambitious people were, the more they understood to hide their light under a bushel.
When they had no ability to resist, they would often complete the tasks assigned from above in the best way possible, just to gain more benefits and advance themselves toward the day they could resist.
Unfortunately, that day would never come.
Rosse could responsibly say, even if Judge inherited Vegapunk's legacy and knowledge, wanting to create cyborgs of Admiral level was impossible.
It wasn't that the world had an upper limit, but that Judge himself had an upper limit.
Judge was ultimately not Vegapunk.
Rosse would not underestimate anyone, but he would not overestimate anyone either.
The disparity between people might have already been determined in childhood.
Judge at 34 years old was just beginning his research on bloodline factors, so with his scientific research ability and the external analysis of his future, it was easy to conclude about him.
Such a smart person who would not take overly high risks was the best cooperative partner for him.
Rosse did not care about the technological development of this world, but he needed to maintain his own force's technological level at the leading position.
There were many second-tier scientists in this world, and Judge was considered a rather outstanding one among them.
But the first tier had only one person, and that was Vegapunk.
Now that Vegapunk was dead, the previous second tier became the first tier.
Having a scientist of this level was already enough for Rosse.
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