The Sims Begins as a Pirate

The cold was biting and there was severe pain all over his body, like tens of thousands of army ants gnawing at his own flesh and blood. Sean woke up from the cold cell, and there seemed to be a chattering voice echoing in his ears.

"336, you are really Saint Charlos' favorite mount. Even if the Holy Lord's tea is spilled on his robe today because of you, you will only be whipped. You must know that I have served Charles. Rose Saint has been here for almost 10 years, and you are still the first person to survive with a full beard and tail. From this point of view, I really admire you. I will spare you the 20 whips. Remember my favor. .”

This sound, accompanied by the pain of countless violent whippings, made Sean's consciousness seem to be immersed in a boiling pot of oil, constantly rolling, with no relief.

After a brief calm, Sean gathered his consciousness and vaguely sensed the existence of two worlds. One was the special space attached to the seventh consciousness he had awakened, and the other was a silent, cold and lonely prison cell in the real world. .

Countless voices drifted over, sometimes far and sometimes near, as if blocked by a thick glass wall.

"336, are you okay?"

"...I really didn't expect that he could survive 100 whippings. Judging from how strong his body is, it seems that the Tianlong people really like this guy."

"What's the point? He's not just a salesman. In the end, he's not just like us. I heard he's still a big shot outside."

"Can a big man go to a place like this? Hey, maybe he can be freed by dying. Living like this is really..."

All kinds of vague and fuzzy sounds were poured into his chaotic brain in the darkness like the whispers of ancient gods. As the words gradually became clearer, his painful consciousness slowly returned to his body and he opened his eyes again in the cell.

I am alive again.

Sean tried to think back, vaguely remembering that after being stuffed into this body by the life simulator, he was already in his twilight years. Even the 28 life points could not restore his depleted body immediately. After climbing to the finish line with willpower, his whole body was paralyzed. On the ground, just like this, he was still punished with 100 lashes. If the executioner hadn't saved 20 lashes, he might have had to start again immediately.

"hu~hu~"

The sound of heavy breathing was like a bellows, pumping cold and moist air into the lungs and transporting it to all parts of the body. Sean, who shivered all over, shook his heavy head, tried to sit up straight, and rubbed his hands all over his body. If you can't lie down with chicken-skinned arms in this place, you are really looking for death.

Sean tried his best to look around with his eyes wide open.

Cold stone walls and pitted dirt floors, dim light shone in from a hole no larger than a fist above his head, and the rusty steel railings in front of him tightly bound him to a prison space of less than 8 square meters. Through the gap between the railings, you can see the darker corridor and the guards patrolling back and forth.

It's the beginning of hell again, and it's the prison play again.

Sean has become a little numb to the destiny of a blessed person. If he has free food, drink and a place to live for his whole life, does he have to be in prison? Isn’t it okay for a rich young master or a second-generation noble son?

Some of the whispers gradually subsided as Sean woke up. Through the corridor, one could see cells arranged like pigeon cages, holding prisoners one after another who looked either numb or crazy.

The air was filled with the unpleasant smell of decay, the smell of blood, sweat and excrement mixed together with a stinging and choking smell.

"It's good to be alive~"

Sean whispered to himself, feeling the life force continuously emerging from his body, repairing the broken body, and the warm heat flowed throughout his body, and he groaned in comfort.

The dull pain and more obvious numbness and soreness in his body made him feel more fulfilled than ever before. Sean knew that this was the rebirth of his current body's necrotic, atrophied, broken muscles, bones and even nervous system. , every inch of skin, every pore is trembling, sore, painful, itchy, numb, all kinds of mixed feelings are not suitable for outsiders to understand.

Although it was as unbearable as being burned, Sean knew that after persevering, his body would regenerate from the fire.

The prisoners in this prison are all the slaves of the Celestial Dragons. To be precise, they are all the personal belongings of Saint Charlos. Some precious ones will be numbered, such as Sean, who is 336. Others are simply consumables, which are collectively called mounts, sandbags, or dog food according to their functions.

Everyone who enters here, whether they are nobles, officials, pirates, or even the navy, will either be transformed into obedient slaves in the violence, or they will be turned into corpses and carried out.

And even among the appointed slaves, most of them would die of exhaustion from the heavy work, or become lunatics and be disposed of.

For people, including Sean, death is the only end that can provide relief.

"you're awake?"

At this time, a hoarse voice interrupted Sean's thinking, and a question came from the darkness opposite.

"336, are you okay? Why did Saint Charles whip you today? How is he feeling?"

Sean put his hands on the ground, straightened his body, and resisted the severe pain from his bloody legs and responded:

"Call me Sean! Not 336."

He tried to breathe a few times and laughed.

"Ha~ahha~ahhaha. It's just that I failed to be a good mount. After all, I have not forgotten that I am a human being!"

Weird whispers floated through the prison, and countless slaves in the cells looked up at where Sean was.

The person who asked him opposite looked at him in the dim light, and his heart suddenly palpitated.

What kind of look and posture is that.

His whole body was bloody but his spine was straight. He just sat there sideways like a hungry tiger going down the mountain. His bright eyes were like a holy fire burning in the cold deep sea for a long time. They were blazing and cold. There was fierceness in the silence, as if Lurking minions, waiting for prey, and like a soldier on the back of the water, crazy yet calm.

The prisoner who was startled and questioned said nothing angrily. After waiting for a while, he muttered:

"What's the point? Who can't have his own name outside, but here, you are lucky to have a number. Sooner or later, you will just die."

"Different."

Sean glanced at this man, fell to the ground, and said calmly:

"Remember our own name, we are individuals. We must always remind ourselves to have the hope of freedom!"

"Freedom...how long have I not thought about words~"

Someone around said with emotion.

Another person continued: "336, oh no, Sean, you have to know, don't say you can't get out, even if you can really escape, you can't be free. Our Tianlong hoofprint is a mark, even if you get out We can’t escape the pursuit of world conquest. It’s better to stay here day after day. We are all numbered, so we can last longer.”

"That's right, this is the holy land of Mariejoia. It's not only heavily guarded and lined with high walls, but also has a navy admiral stationed there. How can you escape?"

"give up."

"That's it, don't try and fail, and it will implicate us."

The numb expressions of the several numbered slaves who had stayed for a long time showed that they had accepted the reality and given up hope.

Glancing at these slaves who were alive but as if they were dead, Sean closed his eyes and sneered before saying something.

"Summer insects cannot speak of ice. People without dreams are no different from dead fish!"