บท 68: 68. Let's Call It "God's General Plan"!
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"Well, it's called the God's General Plan."
At dusk, Akira, who finished work on time, walked alongside Gion and Rouge.
When asked about the name of the new plan, he gave this answer after some thought.
Copying various mid-to-high-level combat forces using the transformed leaves is, at its core, just a way to get some free and efficient enforcers.
The addition of these enforcers can tip the balance of victory towards the Marines.
For the soldiers on the front lines and the people threatened by pirates, it's not an exaggeration to call these replicas heavenly soldiers.
Honey Plan!
The God of Wealth Plan!
The God's Generals PLan!
It couldn't be a more fitting name.
"I'll tell Vice Admiral Tsuru the name of this plan later."
"By the way, Akira, I have one more question."
Gion repeated the name silently several times, her face full of approval.
It's not an exaggeration to call an army composed of a large number of replicas with strange fruit abilities a divine force.
"What's the question?" Akira asked.
"If your transforming leaf is given to others to create replicas, what if the replica obeys their orders and rebels?"
"Don't worry, I've thought about that problem a long time ago."
Akira put his hands in his pockets and smiled, "So I added three laws when producing the transformed leaves."
"Laws?"
Gion and Rouge exchanged glances, their eyes full of curiosity.
Akira didn't intend to keep it a secret.
After all, these three laws aren't that hard to figure out.
Anyway, as mass-produced replicas are used more frequently, someone will eventually notice.
Secondly, it's important to let everyone know through Gion so they can confidently use the replicas.
—All clones will never turn against us.
"The first law: They only obey my orders. Even if someone else uses their energy to create them, they have no authority over them.
"The second law: Do not harm Marine officers, Marine soldiers, or civilians."
"The third law: When used by soldiers or civilians, they must kill pirates until the enemy is no longer visible or their energy is depleted and they disappear. Other than that, they won't engage."
The three laws ensured Akira's control over all replicas.
It also fully restricted the actions of the replicas, making them solely responsible for defeating pirates.
After Akira finished speaking, he subconsciously touched the boat produced by "Over."
"A product made by the system is definitely top quality! This beginner's gift package is indeed powerful."
At that moment, he couldn't help but marvel at how convenient the enhanced transforming leaf was.
The original ability of the Dog-Dog Fruit Model: Monster Racoon had two major flaws:
1. Akira casually created a replica but forgot to give it orders, accidentally allowing the replica to leave him.
The clone, now free, would act according to its own thoughts. If it was a vicious pirate, it could easily kill Marines and civilians.
2. Giving someone else the transforming leaf to create replicas is like an Admiral handing over the exclusive golden Den Den Mushi to someone else. Whether to use the Buster Call, how to use it, and where to use it would be in that person's hands.
The replicas too would be under the control of whoever used their energy to create them until their strength was depleted.
It was clear that the original ability of the Dog-Dog Fruit Model: Monster Racoon was easily exploited by bad people to fulfill their own desires.
But after enhancing the replicas, these flaws could be corrected.
No matter who used the strengthened Transforming Leaf, they wouldn't be able to command the replicas without Akira's authority.
And once the clone is released, even though it retains its own will, it is compelled to complete the "main task," which is to kill pirates until its physical strength is exhausted.
Such a replica is a weapon that can be used with confidence.
Compared to the future Pacifistas, the enhanced replicas not only have greater strength and ability diversity but also far superior intelligence.
Gion suddenly stopped.
Without saying a word, she turned around and ran off: "I'm going to tell Vice Admiral Tsuru right away!"
Akira shook his head and chuckled, then looked at Rouge beside him: "Let's head back."
"Okay! By the way, Fleet Admiral, what about Robin? Why didn't she leave work with you?"
"Oh, the staff department is quite busy tonight, so Vice Admiral Tsuru asked her to stay and help."
"Won't that be too tiring? She's still young."
"It's fine, she should be done soon."
Rouge walked half a step behind, chatting with Akira as they moved forward.
Amid the respectful greetings from numerous soldiers, they finally arrived at the mansion.
"My lord," the soldier guarding the door hurried over, saluted, and then asked:
"The Fleet Admiral's mansion has been thoroughly cleaned today. When would you like to move your family in?"
"Tomorrow," Akira replied.
In Marineford, every officer has their designated living quarters. Vice Admirals have their area, Admirals have theirs, and naturally, the Fleet Admiral has the Fleet Admiral's mansion.
The place where Akira currently lives is just an ordinary Vice Admiral's residence.
It's not small, but it's not exactly spacious either.
Now that he has been promoted to Fleet Admiral, it's only fitting that his residence be upgraded to the exclusive luxury mansion in the most central area.
This mansion is surrounded and protected by the residences of the Admirals and Vice Admirals.
He has plenty of time, so the move can be done anytime.
After all, Rouge and the soldiers would take care of the cleaning and arrangement.
"Understood. I'll bring a team to help you move tomorrow."
"Good, thank you for your hard work."
"It is our honor to serve you!"
"Hehehe, you've got a bright future ahead of you, good work!"
Akira patted the soldier on the shoulder and gave him an encouraging smile.
"Yes, sir!" the soldier responded enthusiastically, saluting with great vigor, his eyes full of respect and admiration.
Akira pushed open the door and entered with Rouge.
"Huh? Is someone inside? Did someone enter without permission?"
Seeing the lights on and hearing footsteps in the mansion, Rouge spoke up in surprise.
"The Five Elders sent me three women when I visited the Holy Land last night," Akira said in a calm tone. "Go and call them out."
Rouge's body trembled slightly upon hearing this.
Half an hour later...
At the quiet dinner table, everyone sat together.
Akira, at the head of the table, ate his dinner by himself.
The four women quietly picked at their food with chopsticks, keeping their eyes lowered, moving cautiously, and occasionally exchanging nervous glances.
The atmosphere was awkward and unfamiliar.
This was normal.
Before today, they didn't know each other at all, and they had never crossed paths.
Now, sitting at the same table, eating together because of the same man, it was natural that there was nothing to say.
Akira didn't mind the situation at all.
He believes that it won't be long before the four girls will be like good sisters, talking and laughing together.
"Since everyone is here, I'm going to announce the rules."
Akira, having finished his meal, set down his bowl and chopsticks as he spoke.
Hearing this, the four girls quickly put down their chopsticks and sat up straight.
"You are all my women, and you must work together to live in harmony from now on."
"But with so many women, there needs to be someone in charge."
"Stella, Cameron, and Jamena, from now on, you'll follow Rouge's orders."
Managing a polygamous household is much like running a company or maintaining power.
The idea of equal treatment and ensuring everything is perfectly balanced is idealistic but unrealistic.
There has to be a "leader" to manage the household.
Otherwise, the family would inevitably be plagued by petty conflicts and jealousy.
Akira wanted to avoid dealing with their minor squabbles in the future.
It's better to establish order now, while everyone is still unfamiliar and uncertain, to prevent difficulties in discipline later on.
As for who should take charge of the household?
There was really only one choice.
Not only were Stella, Cameron, and Jamena newcomers, but they also weren't qualified to take on the role of the primary wife.
For the past two months, Rouge had endured hardships on Akira's missions, exposed to the elements.
Even setting aside her contributions, she had a child with royal potential in her belly.
Akira was still waiting for the day when Ace would grow up, so that he could stand on the deck of a warship, and shout, "Where is my son Ace? Bring me the head of the Four Emperors!"
Given the principle that a mother's status is elevated by her child, Rouge was the only one suited to be the main wife.
Rouge pursed her lips, looking at Akira with a mix of emotions in her eyes.
Stella, Cameron, and Jamena, who had been bought as slaves, naturally didn't dare to object.
They were still hoping to integrate into the Fleet Admiral's small family, so they wouldn't dare to fight for such intangible things at this point.
The three girls quickly stood up and bowed slightly to Rouge: "Sister Rouge, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Sit down, sisters. We'll have a proper chat some other day."
Akira had already made his decision and announced it publicly, so Rouge couldn't embarrass him.
She acknowledged her role as the "leader of the household."
Seeing this, the corners of Akira's mouth curled up slightly.
"Oh, by the way, Rouge, when I met with the Five Elders last night, I mentioned you and the baby."
"Don't worry, the World Government won't pursue the matter anymore."
Rouge froze in place when she heard this.
Her eyes instantly filled with tears.
"Fleet Admiral, thank you, thank you so much!"
*****
Late at night.
Little Robin, who had stayed up late to finish her work, bounced through the door and came in.
She immediately saw Rouge sitting on a stone chair, gently stroking her stomach, staring up at the sky, lost in thought.
"Sister Rouge, were you waiting for me?"
Robin asked as she approached, her voice bright and clear.
During this time, with Rouge's guidance, the two had grown close, developing a sisterly bond.
Robin no longer harbored any ill feelings toward her and now saw her as a sister.
Rouge came back to reality.
"Yes, I was waiting for you to come back so we could sleep together. Have you had dinner?"
"Yeah, I ate with everyone. Where's my brother?"
Robin nodded, her big eyes darting around as she eagerly looked for the person she most wanted to see.
"He's already asleep."
"Oh!" Robin pouted, a little disappointed.
Rouge smiled gently, took Robin's hand, and started walking toward the room.
But as they crossed the courtyard, Robin suddenly stopped.
She listened for a few seconds, then looked up at Rouge with a hint of accusation: "Sister Rouge, you're lying. My brother isn't asleep. I can hear his heavy breathing, and it doesn't sound like he's sleeping."
"Uh... Maybe he's just practicing before bed, so let's not disturb him," Rouge said, looking a bit embarrassed as she grabbed Robin's small hand and gently urged her to leave.
Robin didn't resist and followed obediently.
"Sister Rouge, is there another woman in our house? I heard a strange voice."
"Yes, there are three. I'll explain everything to you tomorrow."
"Oh, what are they doing here?"
"Spending time with your brother."
"Huh???" Robin's eyes widened in confusion. "What about you?"
"I'll be sleeping with you from now on, at least until the baby arrives."
"Okay! But, Sister Rouge..." Robin seemed hesitant.
Rouge looked at her curiously, "What is it?"
"Could you brush your teeth before bed when you sleep with me? Your breath smells like... I don't know, but it is not a good smell"
"How can that be? I clearly brushed..." Rouge gasped, her face instantly turning bright red, and she rushed off to the bathroom without another word.
Once Rouge was out of sight, Robin covered her mouth and giggled to herself.
Time flew by.
It had been a week since Akira took office as Fleet Admiral.
In the Holy Land, Marineford.
Right in the middle...
"By the way, what's Marine up to lately? I've been so busy recently that I haven't kept track," the Warrior God of Agriculture said as he picked up his coffee, squinting as he savored it. He suddenly asked the question.
"They haven't done anything!" Marcus Mars, the Warrior God of Environment, replied, crossing his legs and flipping through a newspaper.
"Huh? Haven't done anything at all?"
"Well, literally. All the officers from Commodore and up have stayed in the Marineford office building, not going out to catch pirates, and have temporarily paused all operations."
The Warrior God of Agriculture frowned.
It was unusual for the Marines to be inactive for a whole week.
In this chaotic era of pirates, the Marines should be busier than ever.
This was abnormal.
Very abnormal.
This kind of behavior from the Marines was unexpected and displeased the Warrior God of Agriculture, who had a strong desire for control.
"What about Akira? He just became Fleet Admiral. If he doesn't make some immediate achievements to show the world, is he really going to let the Marines remain idle?"
The Warrior God of Agriculture put down his cup and looked at the Warrior God of the Environment. "What is he planning? Doesn't he have a strategy to contain this era of great pirates?"
He was clearly upset.
If the era of great pirates wasn't contained, the world would never return to the way it was before.
While their own living conditions weren't significantly affected, their troubles had increased.
And most importantly, they feared that the longer Marine was allowed to operate independently, the more likely they would break free from the World Government's control.
If the era of great pirates were resolved, they'd have a reason to retract all the privileges previously granted.
The Warrior God of Agriculture had expected Akira to be full of energy and implement many plans as soon as he became Fleet Admiral.
Unexpectedly, not only did that not happen, but Akira also seemed to be holding back the Marines from any significant action.
The expressions of the other Five Elders remained unchanged.
Unlike the Warrior God of Agriculture, who had been busy lately, they were more informed and understood Marine's recent moves.
"According to the information from the spies, Fleet Admiral Akira is having all the generals use his ability to duplicate a large number of capable people."
"He's preparing to equip all Marines with these abilities. It seems he's placing his hopes on this plan to completely curb the era of great pirates."
"However, the progress is slow, and the maximum number of copies a person can make in a day doesn't exceed the number of two palms."
"Such a small amount is just a drop in the bucket for the whole world, and I don't think this plan is feasible."
The four of them spoke one after another.
Listening to his colleagues, the Warrior God of Agriculture began to understand the situation.
"If it's so obviously unrealistic, Akira must be aware of it too, right?"
Akira's rise to Fleet Admiral was largely due to his resourcefulness.
As a rare and highly strategic leader, there was no way someone as smart as Akira wouldn't know the limitations of this plan.
The Warrior God of the Environment didn't respond but instead looked at the Warrior God of Finance and asked:
"Today is the day the new Marine Fleet Admiral is supposed to address all the affiliated nations live, right?"
"Yes," the Warrior God of Finance confirmed with a nod.
"Then let's watch. He should provide the answer."
The Warrior God of the Environment stood up, ready to activate the Den Den Mushi for the broadcast.
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