Chapter 309: Marine G-10 Branch

A month to build a Marine base—was it possible?

Even without external interference, with blueprints readily available, powerful Marine officers capable of performing feats akin to heavy machinery, and an ample supply of materials, the task would still be utterly impossible.

Constructing the exterior might be feasible, but configuring the internal environment and fine-tuning the critical weapon defense systems to operational standards would typically be out of the question.

However, this newly established New World Marine branch accomplished all of this in just half a month.

When the Dawn arrived at the designated location, there were only a few reefs scattered across the sea.

The Marines were still doubting if they had come to the wrong place when the massive shadow of an island descended from the clouds. Kuina soared through the air, bringing an entire island down with her.

On the island stood a nearly completed Marine base, with the massive characters "G-10" emblazoned on the main structure, leaving the Marines utterly dumbfounded.

Soon after, construction materials were transported via the Dawn without pause.

The materials had long been prepared by the G-5 Branch, with the option to receive direct deliveries from headquarters without any concern for speed.

With Wright present, he restored the stamina of the construction Marines, allowing them to work at full capacity without worrying about exhaustion—essentially breaking the rules.

Additionally, Ace's flames played a crucial role—melting metal materials and even boiling water for cooking.

Ace finally understood that a Devil Fruit user's capabilities extended far beyond combat.

Smoker's white smoke could lift Marines to designated locations, serving as a universal elevator, while Rosinante resumed his old profession—setting up soundproof barriers in designated areas to prevent disturbances between zones.

Even the quality of the Marines' rest improved significantly thanks to the soundproof barriers.

The most popular figure was Kuina, who descended from the heavens like a goddess—delivering an entire island with a base nearly completed. Had time permitted, she would have brought a fully constructed base.

Despite this, the remaining work was merely final adjustments.

"Perhaps this is the true purpose of Devil Fruits—to reshape the world!"

Wright's half-joking remark left the Devil Fruit users in deep contemplation.

In just half a month, through everyone's combined efforts, the brand-new G-10 Branch base was completed and ready for operational deployment.

Rosinante remained stationed at G-5, while Smoker took command of the new G-10 Branch, serving as a sharp blade thrust deeper into the New World to strike at pirate forces.

"This model could be replicated—construct the base in the rear, then transport the island directly. Even if pirates attempt to obstruct it, we can launch attacks from the air..."

Wright mused before pausing.

"Hmm... Kuina's 'Song of the Azure Sky' Legion could also be initiated. This floating island needs careful planning."

"Most importantly, it must be designed to withstand stormy weather to become a true war fortress."

The establishment of G-10 greatly enhanced the Marines' control over the New World, earning Wright commendation from headquarters.

With their meritorious service during this period, Kuina was promoted to Headquarters Captain, while Ace rose to Headquarters Commander.

Pirates had no idea how a Marine base could be constructed in just half a month.

In fact, it wasn't until several days after the base was completed that pirates even realized a Marine base had appeared.

By then, G-10 had already abandoned active pirate sweeps—because it was no longer necessary.

News of the new branch base spread across the New World overnight.

"Gurararara!"

On the Moby Dick, the Whitebeard Pirates' flagship, Whitebeard raised a massive sake jug and let out a hearty laugh.

This time, no one stopped him from drinking.

Even Marco, the ship's doctor, joined him with a jug of his own.

"Pops! The treatment's finally over—how do you feel?"

"Better than ever! Gulp, gulp, gulp..."

Whitebeard downed the entire jug in one go, exhaling in satisfaction.

"How many years has it been? I haven't felt this good in ages!"

"Who would've thought it was thanks to the Marines!"

"Marco, what's Pops' condition?"

The division commanders gathered around, their curiosity barely concealing their excitement.

Whitebeard's life was not his alone.

The Whitebeard Pirates boasted an extensive medical team.

The medical facilities aboard the Moby Dick rivaled those of large city hospitals, though the doctors and nurses lacked top-tier training. However, with Marco's Phoenix Flames, the crew's overall medical capabilities were unmatched among pirate crews—even compared to the other three Yonko crews.

Pirates, after all, lived by the sword, and injuries were a daily occurrence. Most ship doctors could only provide basic treatments like bandaging, stopping bleeding, emergency care, and disinfection. Few highly trained doctors would willingly become pirates.

Marco's unique healing abilities made him a top-tier ship doctor.

Yet even his powers couldn't compare to the Marines.

Especially with that monstrous Admiral whose healing powers defied imagination.

Why were Germa's potions and equipment so sought after? Why did Lightforged Crystals shock the world?

Because behind those technologies were countless lives saved.

The Whitebeard Pirates had poured all their resources into building their medical team solely to prolong Whitebeard's life.

At seventy years old, Whitebeard's age wasn't particularly advanced among top-tier fighters.

The Supreme Commander of the Three Armies, Kong, was over ninety. Garp was four years older than Whitebeard, and Fleet Admiral Sengoku was a year older than Garp.

Yet those two geezers were still going strong without the need for constant medication, infusions, or alcohol restrictions.

The difference lay in the aftermath of decades of battles—unhealed hidden wounds that festered into incurable afflictions with age.

Marco's Phoenix Flames accelerated healing but couldn't restore what had already withered.

A tree without roots, water without a source—that was Whitebeard's condition, and Marco knew it all too well.

Until—

He discovered that the Marine Admiral's Lightforged Crystals could be used in ways he had never imagined.

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