"Let me think about it."
As expected, Caesar once again brought forth a wild idea.
No one had ever conceived of such a thing before. Now that the concept had been proposed, Amichael had to determine whether it was even feasible.
He immediately grasped what Caesar wanted and fell into deep thought.
After a moment, Amichael looked up and spoke.
"The biggest challenge in what you're trying to achieve isn't the TV itself."
"It's not the signal transmission device, but rather the signal itself!"
After careful consideration, Amichael responsibly expressed his thoughts.
Building a device capable of displaying images wasn't difficult—after all, projectors, Den Den Mushi-based communication systems, and visual transponders already existed.
Similarly, creating a transmission device wasn't an issue. The technology was already present, and modifying existing mechanisms would suffice.
However, ensuring global signal coverage was another matter entirely.
To broadcast images to every household across the world, the signal would need to penetrate vast distances, reaching the most remote islands and even places within the Grand Line, where navigation itself was a mystery due to the erratic magnetic fields.
This presented a monumental challenge.
"How do you mean?" Caesar inquired, eyes narrowing in curiosity.
Hearing the question, Amichael continued.
"The technology behind a transmission device isn't particularly complex; it can be done with relative ease."
"But the magnetic field in this world is chaotic. Each island has its own unique magnetic signature, and conventional signals would be distorted or blocked."
"The only transmission system unaffected by these disruptions is the one used by the Den Den Mushi."
"Their signals spread freely, undisturbed by magnetic interference."
"So, if you truly want to establish a worldwide broadcast system, the first problem to solve is the signal transmission method."
"We need a system capable of ensuring uninterrupted transmission to any location, regardless of environmental factors."
Upon hearing this, Caesar nodded thoughtfully.
He understood the difficulty. The idea seemed nearly impossible to implement with current technology. And more importantly—he didn't even have the opportunity to test it.
Studying transmission signals required understanding Den Den Mushi biology, and Amichael wasn't a biologist.
As an alloy researcher, Amichael could construct televisions, transmission towers, and other infrastructure—tasks that were relatively simple for him.
However, studying the biological signals of Den Den Mushi was an entirely different discipline—one that required expertise in biochemistry and zoology.
Otherwise, if Amichael had such knowledge, he wouldn't have wasted time creating Pure Gold in the past; instead, he would have focused on researching ways to cure his daughter.
"So, I believe we should seek out a scientist with expertise in this field and collaborate."
Amichael's suggestion struck a chord with Caesar.
As the ruler of a nation, he knew he lacked scientific manpower. In a country of millions, there was only one full-fledged scientist, Amichael, and a half-competent one, Olga.
That was unacceptable.
For the nation to flourish, it needed specialists across all fields—biology, chemistry, medicine, and beyond.
And in thinking about top-tier scientists, one name immediately surfaced in Caesar's mind—
Dr. Vegapunk!
The world's foremost scientist, said to be 500 years ahead of his time, had already developed world-altering inventions.
"At this point in time, Vegapunk hasn't been taken by the World Government yet..."
A realization struck Caesar.
"That means I have a chance!"
His eyes gleamed with ambition.
The renowned group of scientists still remained in the Future Kingdom of Baldimore, continuing their research.
If the World Government hadn't captured them yet, then…
He had the opportunity to snatch them first!
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The Hunt for Vegapunk, Vinsmoke Judge, and Other Scientific Titans
Future Kingdom, Baldimore
From the skies above, Caesar hovered, concealed within the clouds, gazing down at the futuristic city below.
Unlike ordinary islands, Baldimore was filled with advanced machinery, and its citizens relied heavily on technology for daily life.
Yet, Caesar refrained from descending.
He had noticed multiple Cipher Pol agents stationed throughout the island.
The World Government was already closely monitoring the Future Kingdom, and among the CP members present, there were some formidable individuals.
They weren't nearly as powerful as Caesar, but they were more than capable of causing trouble.
If Caesar entered carelessly, he would be discovered.
Fortunately, his unparalleled mastery of electromagnetism allowed him to intercept and analyze conversations throughout the island without ever setting foot inside.
He planned to eavesdrop, gathering intelligence before making his move.
And what he discovered was far more valuable than he expected.
From the conversations he intercepted, he learned that Vegapunk and his fellow scientists were currently developing a forbidden technology—something called the "Life Blueprint."
The implications were massive—so much so that the World Government had taken notice.
Science was power.
And the World Government had no intention of letting these brilliant minds operate freely.
Their agents were simply waiting for reinforcements to arrive before launching a full-scale capture operation.
This kind of underhanded scientific plundering was nothing new for the World Government.
They had done it countless times before, and only the most naïve still believed in their "justice."
Meanwhile, deep within Vegapunk's laboratory, the scientists themselves were debating their next move.
Their secret had been exposed.
Vegapunk had already informed his colleagues—including Vinsmoke Judge, the infamous head of Germa 66—about the imminent danger.
At this time, Judge, Vegapunk, and several other renowned scientists had formed a loose, illegal research group.
Together, their combined intellect had already produced technological advancements far beyond the current age.
The World Government, recognizing their value, had decided to seize them before their research fell into the wrong hands.
Inside the laboratory, tension filled the air.
"The World Government wants to capture us? Why? I haven't broken any laws!" one scientist argued.
"I never sold my inventions! Why should I be arrested?"
Some were in denial.
"Hah! Let them capture me, then. They won't do anything to us."
"We're the greatest minds in the world. If anything, they'll provide us with unlimited research funding."
Naïve optimism.
Caesar smirked as he listened from above.
"The World Government isn't stupid… but you all are."
"Do you really think they're here to invite you to tea? To fund your work? Use your brain!"
The sharp retorts of a grizzled scientist shut down the naive ones.
"If the government could be trusted, I wouldn't have become an illegal scientist in the first place."
The room fell into heated debate.
Vegapunk and Judge remained silent, observing the arguments unfold.
But Caesar had already made up his mind.
He wasn't about to let these scientific treasures—no, these scientists—be taken by the World Government.
His country needed them far more.
Yet, getting them out of here undetected was no simple feat.
Then, an idea struck him.
There was a safe way to pull this off—
And for that, he needed Doyle, the Door-Door Fruit user.
Taking out a Den Den Mushi, Caesar made the call.
"Doyle."
"Find me some reliable men. We have work to do."
"And be quick about it."
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