I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"Hey, isn't this my classmate who is a poet? We haven't seen each other for a few days. How did you end up like this? Tsk, could it be because of women?"

After not having sex for a few days, the doctor classmate chose to go to the bedroom to reveal the tiles. He leaned down on the table and winked at the poet Sis.

"Ah, what are you talking about?" The poet Sith glanced around. He surprisingly did not refute this time, and looked a little dumbfounded. "What are you talking about? Woman? No, I, Sith, am a poet, a poet. My nature is unruly, how could I be hurt like this for a woman?"

"Hmph!" Doctor Sis grinned evilly and pointed at the poet, "You are dishonest. Let me guess, Dasqi?"

The poet classmate's expression froze.

"Slutty, you are really slutty. You have only been away from Monica for a few days. How come you changed your mind so quickly? You are really a scumbag."

"No, doctor, how can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air? I am wholeheartedly devoted to Monica." Poet Sis's eyes widened, and he started to struggle and wanted to fight with Doctor Sis.

"Yes, yes, you are wholeheartedly devoted to Monica, but what about Stella and Maura?"

Hermit Sith couldn't stand hearing it anymore. As a Seadragon dedicated to becoming the Four Heavenly Kings, he didn't even catch a female demon beast used as a secretary. How dare someone show off their affection and act like a scumbag in front of him? Can you tolerate the character of a male and a scumbag?

Seeing that both of them were targeting him, the poet Sith was a little dumbfounded, with a little aggrieved look on his face.

"Okay, I was wrong about this, but it was also because I had a head injury recently and my mind was not clear. If I was still normal, how could I be so scumbag..."

"Stop, stop it." Doctor Sis raised his right hand and showed a professional smile, "Let's not mention this for now. Injured to the head? You are not clear-headed. I have a professional in brain development here. Do you want to see it?"

Poet Sis frowned, "Professional? Who is it? You haven't been obsessed with neurology lately, have you?"

Doctor Sis rolled his eyes at him, "You think I can't do it?"

"No, I'm afraid you stab me on purpose."

"Oh, pedantic, you call it dedication to the cause of medicine. Once I thoroughly study the human body structure in the pirate world, I can push the medical level of the ninja world forward another fifty years, and my scientific research achievements will catch up with Orochimaru. Can you believe it? ?" Doctor Sis tilted his head and said with a cold snort.

As a true doctor, Doctor Xisi coveted the poet's body for more than a day or two. He always suspected that the people in the One Piece world were not human.

As a human being, if you can drink milk, your teeth will grow? As a person, can the average height be more than three meters?

Besides, if you use the knife in the dream world and you won't die, what's the point of asking him to study it?

If he really researched something and came up with something, he could just add the poet's name when compiling the textbook. Anyway, they were all called Sith, so he didn't take advantage of anyone.

Poet Sith's eyes twitched, and he felt a chill in his heart. He turned away, he didn't want to talk to doctor Sith anymore.

Hermit Sith sighed, feeling very tired. When will these two things learn to live in harmony?

Wagged his tail,

"Okay, okay, the doctor I'm looking for for you will be here soon. Just wait."

As he spoke, a gray-white light path extended from the end of the darkness.

"Poet, long time no see!"

It was a young man wearing a little black suit who looked very similar to the poet Sith, but the poet could recognize him and there was a look of surprise on his face.

"missionary?"

……

"Preacher, what world are you in? You seem to be living a very fashionable life."

The poet Sith was a little surprised. This is a new personality. What does the new personality mean? If he gets a big shot, then he has already become famous. It is definitely not a dream to catch up with General Shichibukai.

The missionary scratched his face and said, "It should be A Certain Magical Index. I remember that my mother is Shirai Kuroko's biological aunt, and she has to call me brother."

"Really? Which school are you in now? Is it the high school that Hedgehog attended?"

"Haha, no." The missionary chuckled, and his expression suddenly changed, "I'm not in Academy City."

"Huh?" Poet Sith's eyes widened, "Preacher, you are not in the Roman Orthodox Church, are you? He is a villain and will be beaten by ordinary people."

"No, I'm not in the Roman Orthodox Church."

"Is that the Puritan Church of England? I remember your Archbishop Lola Stuart was pretty good-looking."

The missionary's eyes twitched and his lips trembled, "No."

"It can't be the Amakusa-style Cross Cult, right? Are you greedy for the female pope's body? Want to see the fallen angel maid costume?"

The missionary finally couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the poet Sis on the forehead.

"Can you please stop using your pig brain to speculate on me? I believe in science now. I am a lv4 powerful person, a ruler of darkness, and a great guardian of the Church of Science. Please understand."

"The Dark Ruler? Gatanjie? You have a lot of elements. As for the Great Protector of the Scientology?" Several people looked at each other, "Isn't that Newton?"

The missionary tilted his head and whistled,

"Japan is not governed by Newton."

"Then you are still in Japan?"

"No, I'm in Siberia now."

"Siberia?" The poet Sith slammed the table, a little bit annoyed at the lack of iron. "You are in the Demon Forbidden City. If you don't go to Academy City, what are you doing in Siberia?"

The missionary spread his hands,

"How do I know? How do I know what my father is thinking? Every time I close my eyes and open them, I'm playing in the mud in Siberia."

As he spoke, he paused.

"But it's coming soon. My dad told me a few days ago that he will go to Academy City to attend high school in a few days. I don't know which school he will enroll me in."

……

In the middle of the night, Malinfando, Sith walked out of the guest room where he stayed. The moonlight outside was just right, and his mind felt particularly clear. An extremely strange and innate power was brewing in his heart.

"Is this the super power of the forbidden world?"

Blood surged all over Sith's body. Even an ant within a radius of ten meters could not escape his perception. When he grabbed it with his right hand, a black mist fell into his palm.

"Sensing color? And the missionary's superpower, Dark Domination?"

Power continued to gush out from his limbs and bones, and Sith's aura became stronger and stronger. He had never felt so good.

Endless darkness mixed with flames erupted from the body, and the entire courtyard seemed to be run over by fire. Black flames covered the entire house in an instant. Under the cold moonlight, with Sith as the center, Mortal Under the touch of perception, it is like the mythical Abi Hell, gloomy, violent, and terrifying.

At this time, the surroundings of the house were already filled with navy troops with live ammunition. Even Sakaski, who stayed in the office to work overtime at night, was alarmed and stood outside the flames.

As for why Sakaski works overtime at night, everyone who should know understands.