Daily life as a writer in the world of pirates

There is no sun in my life, only darkness.

My name is Nicole Robin, and robin means robin.

The robin symbolizes love, kindness, and duty, but it has nothing to do with me at all. My world is full of darkness of intrigue, deception and betrayal. They all call me the son of the devil.

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Five days, eight hours and seven minutes after I met Sauro, I secretly studied historical texts again, but this time, it was the last time.

Three minutes later, a gunshot broke O'Hara's calm.

It's just that I didn't realize the danger at the time. I only saw the panicked face of the dean, the look on his face that was anxious to let me leave, and the scholars in the Tree of Omniscient who desperately rushed into the sea of ​​​​fire, just to save more books. figure.

Many years later, they all called me the son of the devil. The devil is an unspeakable terror. Only those who have committed heinous crimes can receive such a title.

Because I ate the Devil Fruit, I could grow many hands out of thin air, and many ignorant children called me a devil; I was abandoned by my mother at my uncle's house, and I worked hard to do housework in order to eat, but I was rejected by my aunt and was called a devil; I was destroyed in order to escape for my life. Warships are called devils by the navy; I keep betraying in order to survive, and those with evil intentions call me a devil.

I've heard many people call me a devil, but they don't know that as early as eight years old, I personally witnessed what a real devil is.

Every February 2th, I look to the west. It is beautiful there, with peaceful villages, groups of scholars, and rich knowledge. It is a holy land for archeology and the former location of my hometown, O'Hara.

There I was born, grew up, came into contact with archeology, saw real historical texts, received a PhD, and found myself in a vast sea of ​​history books.

If the memory never existed, it would truly disappear.

On this day every year, I would sit by the seaside and quietly indulge myself in recalling the past. I would like to think about the kind Dr. Cloba, the scholars who valued books more than life, the days when I stayed quietly reading in the Tree of Omniscientity, and even Occasionally, I can still think of my mean aunt and naughty children of the same age with nostalgia.

Regardless of whether it is a good memory or a bad memory, I will try my best to recall it in order to prevent O'Hara from disappearing completely.

The Demon-Slaying Order is the world government's most advanced military operation. It has only been recorded three times in a century, and unfortunately O'Hara was one of them.

The backbone of 10 of the best warships, 5 of the most powerful lieutenants, and tens of thousands of naval elites bared their terrifying fangs at O'Hara the moment the little golden phone bug was pressed.

The sky full of artillery fire completely submerged O'Hara, and the man-made natural disaster turned O'Hara into a devil's hell in an instant. Every sight was filled with crying and roaring humans, dead bodies everywhere, playing with human nature, and human lives were worse than ants in the face of absolute power. Be vulnerable.

That day was the first and last time I saw my mother since I can remember. She and I looked alike, and I recognized her at a glance in the crowd and happily told her that I had obtained a Ph.D.

She smiled and listened, but for some reason she shed sad tears. She abandoned her pretense, gave me an endlessly tender hug wholeheartedly, and then - pushed me away.

I used to have resentment in my heart, but at that moment, I forgave her in my heart. And now, I have become just like her.

Sauro said that no one is born alone. The sea is very vast. Sooner or later, I will meet my partner. I cried and refused to leave, but he pushed me away again.

In that man's cold and unclear sight, O'Hara left and completely turned into nothingness.

What the adults said is not entirely correct. I met many people, but I did not meet my partner. Instead, I spent twenty years alone in intrigues, betrayal and deception, living desperately in the darkness.

As long as I live, O'Hara will be there.

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I am like a migratory bird that keeps flying, spending my whole life looking for a garden to rest in.

Eight days, five hours and eleven minutes after I was identified again, I bought a cup of coffee and sat in the corner, but this time without sugar.

Life always needs some sense of ritual to make me feel the heartbeat of being alive.

After every betrayal, I would quietly find a place to drink a cup of the bitterest coffee. The rich bitterness filled my taste buds, and the unbearable taste told me that it was not too bad now.

Some people say: The more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at lying. Unfortunately, the man in front of me seems to have never heard of it. He is so pitiful.

When he asked me if the historical text of Alabasta contained news about the ancient weapon Pluto, I smiled and nodded. I had a premonition that the yuppie man in front of me would be the next branch I would stay on.

Just as he recognized me as the only person in the world who could read historical texts, I also recognized his identity - Crocodile, one of the King's Shichibukai.

O'Hara was destroyed because of the study of historical texts, but I was not as good as those people wanted. I persistently wanted to study the truth of the "Blank Hundred Years" so that O'Hara's disappearance would not be in vain.

I wanted to study historical texts, and he wanted to gain greater power. We hit it off immediately and started collaborating with our own unspeakable selfishness.

The historical texts of Alabasta have been preserved by the royal families of the past dynasties and are hidden deep in the royal tombs with heavy restrictions. We cannot obtain them violently by relying on pirates.

Recruiting killers from all over the world to establish Baroque Studio, and Crocodile and Crocodile operated secretly under the aliases of mr0 and msallsunday respectively. One after another strong men joined the studio, and a plan to steal the country quietly began against Alabasta.

This man is the person I have cooperated with for the longest time. Without him, I would only cheat you.

Before I met him, I had only seen one piece of historical text, and that was before I was eight years old. Even before he spoke, I didn't know that there was a historical text hidden in Alabasta, so how could I be sure whether the information recorded on it was the information about "Hades"?

It's just to use Crocodile's power to let me recuperate temporarily. If I'm lucky, it would be good to study more historical texts.

New collaborators, no, should be respectfully called boss.

The boss believed my lie, gave up everything for the unfounded news, risked everything, and ended up anchoring in Alabasta as a pirate.

Because of my rich work experience, serious work attitude, high work efficiency and always maintaining a 100% completion rate, he regarded me as a loyal subordinate with peace of mind, and gradually let go of his power to me. This peace of mind shaped him. "hero" image.

This boss is indeed the strongest collaborator so far. He is extremely confident in his own strength. Thanks to him, I have the greatest freedom here. Abandoning my own name, under the codename msallsunday, I can finally immerse myself in the sea of ​​books, and even take a short trip on this incredible route.

If I hadn't lied to him from the beginning, I would even think that such a life would be pretty good. Unfortunately, the plan progressed in an orderly manner, and the moment he learned the truth, we were destined to part ways.

Trust is such a lovely thing. It is just a matter of building a city on the original oasis to help resist sandstorms, and some people regard it as their faith. Little do they know that the sandstorms were caused by their faith; they just completed a few tasks seriously, That person regarded me as a confidant, but he didn't know that I was lying to him from the beginning.

Thinking of the boss Crocodile who was now defeated and lying alone in the desert, I smiled as plainly as ever. Goodbye, my former boss, you will eventually become the past tense, and I will start the next lonely journey.

I hope that in the future, you will not easily believe the words of beautiful women.

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Two hours, six minutes and fifty-eight seconds after meeting my new collaborator for the first time, I discovered an anomaly about him, but in a voyeuristic way.

After losing to the extreme, their eyes turn red, and they dream of making a comeback again in the next hand; after winning, they are arrogant, as if they have the world under their control; these real gamblers, their minds are constantly being pulled between the thought of life and the thought of death. There were once How decent it is, how miserable it is now.

But that young man was different. His elegance and etiquette were deeply rooted in his bones, and his unique temperament was obscured by the whole world. Even though he was careful to hide it, he could not disguise his eyes with the starlight of hope.

If left alone, years of planning may be wasted, and the ripe fruits may be returned to the earth, or the former boss may be the first to discover them and feed the banana crocodiles he raised.

Rescue is easy.

It’s natural not to save him.

I laughed to myself because my so-called good intentions had not been completely wiped out.

I did not expect at the time that a sudden act of kindness would completely change the course of my life.

The Buddha said that people have reincarnation and everything has cause and effect.

I didn't believe it at first, but when that young man stood in front of me again and hinted that he was a revolutionary soldier, I believed it.

As far as I am concerned, there are only two kinds of people in this world, those who want to use me and those who want to kill me.

They also have two results, they are used by me or they are killed by me.

I have met all kinds of important people, and they keep saying that they will treat me with care. In fact, I know very well that what they like is just my bounty or my ability to read historical texts.

There is only one person who says he will protect me and will protect me with all his life.

I have heard countless lies, but I know this one is true.

I lied to him again, because human nature cannot stand the test, so it is better not to give him any use value from the beginning.

Moreover, migratory birds have been flying in the sky for too long, and she even began to be afraid of staying in one place.

He didn't seem sad, he was still gentle and patiently explained to the other two people.

A good-tempered young revolutionary, a rebellious girl writer whom I have recently fallen in love with, a rubber boy who looks incredibly innocent, and me who is full of darkness.

I walked three steps away from the golden light that the setting sun casts on the desert, and there were dead branches. Seven minutes and twenty-six seconds later, they let out an exaggerated exclamation and looked at me with incredible expressions.

Many years later, I realized that it seemed that from this moment on, my life suddenly shone brightly.