Pirate: I became famous in the era of Rocks!

Vergo and Rob Lucci left on the warship that came to meet them. Soon, only Aizen, Porusalino and Aramaki, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, were left on the entire uninhabited island.

Due to the previous battle,

The island land, which was not originally fertile and fertile, seemed to have been plundered by an invisible giant hand and became barren and barren.

nowadays,

Almost all the vitality in this land was swallowed up by Huang Mu, making it extremely difficult for him to recover from his injuries. At this time, he could only try his best to absorb the meager water molecules in the surrounding air, hoping to extend his dying life...

however,

Such a drop in the bucket approach was of no use after all. The meager amount of water was far from being able to meet his body's huge demand for energy.

Therefore, even if there is no harm from the outside world, he is heading towards death step by step.

"Save me...please..."

"I can't die yet...I can do things for the navy..."

Aramaki's chapped lips were trembling, and he spoke in a hoarse trembling voice, his eyes full of desire for life.

This person who once claimed to be the incarnation of "nature" is now as humble and pitiful as a "chao fungus"!

Porusalino looked down at him expressionlessly, raised his right foot and kicked him down, then turned around and walked away.

Aramaki looked at the figure getting further and further away from him with a look of despair. The cold darkness gradually covered his body and was about to swallow him up...

And at this moment,

"What did you ask him to do?"

"If I don't agree, how dare he save you...Besides, he had no intention of saving you in the first place."

A slightly familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Aramaki was stunned when he heard the sound, staring blankly at the tall figure that appeared in front of him, and then, as if grasping a life-saving straw, he tremblingly reached out and grabbed Aizen's trouser leg.

"help me……"

Aizen smiled slightly when he saw this, and slowly squatted down, stretched out his right hand to grab Aramaki's shoulder, and helped him up.

"Of course I will save you, otherwise I wouldn't have let Sakaski keep you until now."

"Now, look up at me...look into my eyes."

His low and magnetic voice sounded like melodious music, but it also carried an irresistible power. That voice seemed to have some kind of magic power, hitting the deepest part of Aramaki's heart, making him subconsciously want to obey his orders...

Arammu's face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, but his body slowly raised his head uncontrollably. The moment the two people's eyes met, time seemed to freeze!

I see,

Aizen's pale blue eyes turned into a faint purple color at some point, with circles and circles of circular patterns from the inside to the outside. Six magatama slowly rotated, and the ancient and vast aura suddenly hit his face!

"Other gods."

The words fell,

A flash of scarlet light flashed.

The nearly substantial spiritual power seemed to have life. They were intertwined and entwined, eventually forming countless threads as thin as hair.

These threads were like agile elves, quickly invading the deepest part of Huang Mu's mind in an unstoppable manner, quietly changing Huang Mu's consciousness and memory.

Aramaki felt that the air around him became heavy and oppressive, and he seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss. Only those deep and mysterious eyes were in front of him, and everything else gradually blurred and faded away...

An extremely weird atmosphere instantly filled the air.

He wanted to escape from the gaze of these eyes, but he was in the abyss and had no way to retreat. In the end, he had to raise his head and stare at these eyes.

He was very uneasy and tried his best to see something from the huge pupils that filled the world in front of him, but he only saw a deep darkness.

This darkness is like a black hole at the end of the universe, swallowing up everything bit by bit, swallowing up his thoughts, five senses, and memories...

………………

But this process of change is so natural, everything is completed imperceptibly, as if it is a carefully choreographed dance, every movement is just right.

Deep in the world of consciousness,

Aramaki stared blankly at the pictures that kept flashing in front of him. These pictures played quickly like a movie, but strangely, they were all blurred, making it difficult to distinguish the specific content.

He tried to see those pictures clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not capture any useful information.

gradually,

Aramaki began to feel a strong sense of dizziness, and the whole world seemed to be spinning, but he was powerless. Facing such a strange scene, his heart was filled with fear and helplessness.

………………

Aramaki's eyelids jumped uncontrollably, as if there was an invisible force driving them.

He struggled hard and finally slowly opened his eyes. As his vision gradually became clearer, he saw a familiar face looking at him with concern, and behind that person was someone he was very familiar with. Scenes.

"Nothing has changed..."

Aramaki murmured to himself, with a hint of doubt and confusion in his voice.

He didn't know why he said such a sentence. It seemed that this idea had been buried deep in his heart for a long time, but was suddenly awakened by some force.

suddenly,

His brows furrowed tightly, as if he had been stung by something. Immediately afterwards, another severe headache hit him, making him almost unbearable.

He covered his head in pain, trying to relieve the pain, but to no avail.

'What's wrong with me? ! ' Aramu shouted crazily in his heart.

'Why do I feel like I've been having a long dream? And this dream was so real, as if it had really lasted a century! '

He tried to recall the details of his dream, but all that came to his mind was blur and confusion. The images that were once so clear were now as hard to piece together as a broken mirror, leaving only fragments flashing by.

'No, that's not a dream, that's reality! '

"You finally woke up, Arammu."

"how do you feel?"

Aizen said softly, with a very gentle tone that complemented the warm smile on his face.

"Aizen..."

Aramaki stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes. At this moment, those fragmented and unclear memory fragments seemed to be reactivated by a mysterious force, and they poured into his heart like a flood that burst a dam. .

These memories were like flashing pictures, constantly flashing in his mind. They were intertwined and overlapping, making him overwhelmed for a moment.

Over time,

These memories gradually became clearer, and a complete story began to emerge in his mind.

After a few seconds,

"Aizen...senpai."

"Many thanks!"

He lowered his head in shame, clutching the ground with both hands, and his voice had a hint of crying.

"Thank you for stopping me in time, thank you..."

"If it weren't for you, I don't know how many sins I would have committed!"

"Damn World Government, damn Celestial Dragons..."

"I must kill you!!!"