In One Piece, but I Got a Bleach Status Panel and a 100x System!! Chapter 149 149: Launching the Warship and an Absurd Evaluat

To achieve this, Sean hadn't just packed up the entire factory and every single one of its workers.

More importantly, while the company was originally valued at no more than 4 billion, Sean had paid 5 billion to acquire it. One of the conditions for the deal was that to ensure the secret formula didn't leak, the original owner of the company had to relocate to the East Blue for three years.

In exchange for these three to five years in the East Blue, Sean would provide a compensation of 200 million Belly per year.

In other words, if the forr owner of the cola company stayed in the East Blue for three years, he would walk away with 1.6 billion Belly more than he ever expected. Naturally, the man was more than happy to agree. After all, in the twenty-plus years he had spent developing and selling cola, he had earned less than a billion Belly.

Who in their right mind would turn down 1.6 billion Belly for three years of work?

Besides, Sean wasn't restricting his freedom; he simply arranged for people to monitor and protect him. Whether the man wanted to live a life of luxury or start a new business during that ti, Sean wouldn't stop him. The only rule was that he could not leave the East Blue for three years. That was it.

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The next day, Sean appeared on the desolate island where Kuro was stationed.

From the outside, it still looked like a barren wasteland. However, no one knew that hidden within its borders was not only a shipyard but an entire munitions factory.

As for how Sean had arrived here in a single day, it wasn't actually that difficult for him. By relying on Reiryoku to support himself and sprinting through the air, he could reach the island in three hours at most.

Of course, while that was an option, Sean found it far too exhausting. Why push himself to the limit and sprint for three hours when he could simply wake up, give Blueno a call to open a door, and step right through?

Who would take a slow, rattling train if they could just fly? Sean wasn't a masochist.

This was his first ti visiting since he had hired Mansour to construct the shipyard and munitions factory. Seeing it in person, the scale of the facility was far more impressive than the blueprints had suggested. There was one large drydock, two dium-sized docks, and two small ones.

Inside the large dock, a warship that completely defied the aesthetic of the era was already complete. It was longer and narrower than the sailing ships of this age. Built entirely of steel, it had no sails, nor did it possess the auxiliary wheels the Marine typically used to navigate the Calm Belt.

At the bottom of the stern, Sean spotted sothing all too familiar... a propeller.

'Finally, it's starting to feel right!'

"Barry, give the rundown!"

"Yes, Rear Admiral!" Barry nodded, his face beaming with excitent.

Before coming to the East Blue, he had never imagined he would personally build such a monster. He understood perfectly well that ironclads represented the next era of shipbuilding. Future history books would record that the world's first ironclad warship was crafted by the hands of Barry. For a shipwright of this era, nothing could be more exhilarating.

"This ship fully implents the theories you discussed, Rear Admiral. It is constructed entirely of steel, eliminates the need for sails, and utilizes screw propulsion."

"The ship is 203 ters long, 22.7 ters wide, with a draft of 7.1 ters."

"Without weapon systems installed, the displacent is 11,900 tons. With all weaponry installed, the full-load displacent reaches 16,500 tons."

"The maximum speed can reach 27 knots!"

"Heavens, Rear Admiral! Twenty-seven knots! It's practically ghostly!"

When it ca to the speed, Barry actually jumped in excitent. This world was still in the age of sail; typical ships cruised at about 7 or 8 knots, and even "high-speed" vessels barely managed 10 knots.

What did 27 knots even an? The speed had nearly tripled!

"Alright, Barry, I get it. Calm down!" Sean said with a wry smile, patting Barry on the shoulder. The man had completely lost his composure the mont he ntioned the speed. Still, Sean could understand his excitent.

"By the way, Rear Admiral, Franky modified the power system last night. He said you ordered it?"

"Yes. I told him to reduce the power output by at least thirty percent. Is it done?"

"It's done, but why? We can hit 27 knots, but with this restriction, we'll likely only hit 18 knots." Barry looked heartbroken. To him, this was pure sacrilege! It was like having a chip capable of 1,000 Tops of computing power and then intentionally throttling it down to 500 Tops. Barry simply couldn't wrap his head around such a decision.

"Just this once," Sean replied. "I've already told Franky to design a low-spec power system for future ships. For this one, we didn't have the ti, so we had to restrict the existing engine."

"Well, I suppose that's fair. If we had to build a high-spec engine and then throttle it every ti, that would be a genuine waste." Barry nodded, accepting the explanation.

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An hour later, all preparations were complete. The launching ceremony began.

A few monts later, Sean's eyes widened. The launching ceremony was nothing like what he had imagined.

He had seen manual launches before, and soone had ntioned placing rollers under the hull, but... twenty-so people pushing a ten-thousand-ton warship? Who would believe that?

Well, this was the world of One Piece. It was beyond absurd.

As the warship was pushed into the ocean, it triggered a violent surge of waves. Seconds later, the crowd erupted in cheers.

While it worked in theory, no one—except Sean—knew for sure if a ship made entirely of steel would actually float. Seeing the warship settle steadily on the water sent everyone into a frenzy. They knew that they, too, would be rembered in history. In this mont, they had ushered in a new era of shipbuilding.

Once the crowd cald down, the first sea trial began.

"Franky, how far can we sail on one cola refill?" Sean asked, turning to the man currently striking an exuberant pose on the deck as the ship slowly began to accelerate.

"About 3,000 nautical miles!"

"And how much cola does a single refill require?"

"Roughly thirty thousand bottles!"

Hearing this, Sean raised an eyebrow. 'No wonder you had the technology, but the ship you built for Luffy and the others in the original story was still a sailing ship, with cola power used only for special moves. The real reason is that the consumption is just too high.'

Ten thousand bottles of cola...

Currently, the selling price of cola is 50 Belly per bottle.

In other words, a single resupply costs 1.5 million Belly?

Even if he acquired the cola company and could theoretically calculate based on cost price, a single resupply would likely still consu nearly a million Belly.

This really wasn't sothing an ordinary person could afford.

Furthermore, a range of 3,000 nautical miles was still a bit lacking.

Maybe... he should build a dedicated cola supply ship?

Unless he established supply bases all over the world, 3,000 nautical miles really wouldn't cut it. Otherwise, he might set out on a long voyage and find himself with no ans to return. Would that even work?

"If we maintain an economic cruising speed of 18 knots, the range can be increased to around 4,000 nautical miles," Franky added quickly upon seeing Sean's expression.

He explained that 27 knots was the maximum speed, while 18 knots was the most economical. Moreover, maintaining maximum speed constantly would severely shorten the lifespan of the propulsion system.

Sean nodded.

He understood this. As a transmigrator, while he might not know the specific technical details, he still possessed basic common sense.

However, even with an economic range of 4,000 nautical miles, it still didn't feel entirely safe. He would definitely need to build a few cola supply ships in the future.

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The initial sea trial did not last very long.

It ended after simply testing the propulsion system, speed, and other basic functions. Of course, there would be several more rounds of trials, but Sean would not be participating in them. After all, there were too many matters waiting for his attention; he couldn't afford to stay there for several days.

After handing over the remaining tasks, he called for Blueno and returned to the 16th Branch.

Speaking of which, there was sothing happening in three days that Sean was very interested in.

The marines who had failed the previous recruit examination and were sent back for three months of redial training were finally due for their re-examination.

He believed that this ti, the pass rate would be over ninety percent.

Additionally, there was one peculiar individual participating in this assessnt...

Usopp!

The guy had puffed out his chest and guaranteed that he could complete the training and pass the exam within three months. Although Sean had provided him with a quota of at Jerky No. 2 during this period, he was still curious to see if Usopp could actually pass.

Then there was one other person.

Zoro!

He would also be taking the exam in three days. Although Sean had promised to teach him how to beco stronger, Zoro's current physique was still too poor. Consequently, Sean had thrown him into the training camp and granted him a quota of at Jerky No. 2 as well.

Unlike his feelings toward Usopp, Sean wasn't worried about Zoro at all. The only thing he was curious about was how many Rokushiki techniques Zoro could master!

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Three days later.

At the branch's main training ground.

Today, everyone—from the veterans to the recruits in the training camp—had gathered to watch, except for those on essential duty.

Upon hearing that an examination was taking place, Gion and the marines under her command also arrived. Gion was dying of curiosity regarding the 16th Branch's standards.

After all, the standards she had heard about from Lucci were simply too absurd. Even though she had previously seen several ordinary marines take down Sea Kings, she still found it hard to believe that such standards were used for recruit examinations.

At this mont, the 100-plus recruits who had failed three months ago were all lined up on the field.

The first round followed the old rules.

The Doriki test!

The passing standard was 300 Doriki!

Soon, a marine who looked to be under twenty years old stepped up to one of the testing machines.

"What do you think?" Gion asked several of her subordinates at the edge of the field.

"I think a Doriki value of 100 would be very impressive, considering their age..." a Commodore replied, watching the recruit throw a punch.

But before he could finish his sentence, he froze.

In the next instant, the veteran recording the results shouted:

"Doriki value 358! Pass!"

A mont later, the voices of other veterans echoed across the field.

"Doriki value 372! Pass!"

"Doriki value 345! Pass!"

"Doriki value 419! Pass!"

...

Forget 300; even those below 350 were rare.

The Commodore who had just claid that 100 would be impressive was left completely stunned.

Absurd. This was simply too absurd!!