Pirates are born to be king

No matter how harmless or great the intelligent creatures claim to be, they cannot conceal the plunder and slaughter they committed on their way to growth. .

Natural selection, survival of the fittest,

Under the few words, there are piles of bones and endless killings.

When he was on Earth, Valpo, as the owner of a farmhouse, had long forgotten when he had adapted to the 'blood'.

When he really discovered that he could kill a home-raised chicken without mercy, he was reminded by a little girl.

Valpo forgot who the little girl was, just like he forgot which day it was or which elder brought his granddaughter or granddaughter.

He only remembered the little girl who thought she was brave. She watched him pluck out the feathers from the chicken's neck in a good mood, and was a little frightened when she saw him scratch the rough and pink neck with a sharp blade, and the blood splashed out. Bright red, until he stared blankly at the creature struggling, and finally became quiet after the last drop of blood flowed out of Valpo's hand.

The little girl watched the whole process and her face turned pale.

He also felt a little strange. What was there to fear about killing chickens? Valpo remembered asking at that time, "Don't you eat chickens?"

The little girl shook her head, her ponytail flying, and said extremely childish words, "I won't eat it. I won't eat it from today on."

"Haha, you're talking nonsense. You know how to eat it. It's delicious."

"Don't eat."

result,

The chicken that Valpo raised for six months and finally killed by himself,

The little girl did not touch it, and did not even dare to look at it.

Before leaving the next day, when Valpo said goodbye to her with a smile, the little girl looked at him like a murderer.

that look,

fear?

disgust?

have it all...

He knew that the little girl would not be his repeat customer.

Even though she might still eat chicken in the future, although those chickens shouldn't be as delicious as his.

Although Valpo tried not to care about that look at that time, he knew that at least at this moment he had become a cold-blooded devil in the eyes of others.

Maybe,

In the future, it will be a good material for a mother to use to scare her children.

He wanted to tell that little girl,

As a chef and a person who knows how to be grateful,

He will not waste any ingredients. Whenever the guests leave, he will pick out the dishes that he likes and enjoy them slowly, hoping that they will not be let down. Even for this ridiculous reason, Valpo's The weight increases by at least 5 pounds every year...

And the endless leftovers were shared among the chickens he raised.

Then, as the chicks grow older, they will be shared by the guests again, and the cycle continues.

He wanted to say, little girl, please don’t mourn the death of that little life.

If you really respect this life, please at least try it...

He wanted to say it, but he didn't dare to say it. He always felt that no one would listen to these words, and maybe he would be regarded as a pervert...

Just a guy eating leftovers.

A demon who kills people for a little money.

At that moment, Valbo had to admit that he could already talk and laugh without any worries about killing chickens.

But he knows that he is not killing for fun. He is grateful for every chicken and hopes that the guests can eat them and make their lives meaningful, so that they will not become scraps dumped in the trash can.

He used to be as unwilling to harm life as the little girl,

I remember that when he killed the first chicken, he even cut his own hand in panic.

And as the years go by and the burden on the body grows,

But he inevitably

Unknowingly, I got used to 'blood'.

Transformed into another more 'appropriate' appearance.

right now,

Valpo has a strong appetite. He can swallow everything without worrying about gaining weight and wasting.

Likewise, he is forging a firearm with which he will bleed.

As for the reason,

Because he is a human being, he is a person with selfish desires,

Because he is the king, he is the king of the magnetic drum kingdom!

His country needs development,

His people deserve a better life,

To those soldiers who are willing to die and fight for him,

Valpo hoped to see them equipped with weapons capable of crushing their opponents, going out to expand their territories, and coming back full of glory, instead of having them shout slogans like 'Long live the Drum Kingdom, long live His Majesty the King'. Die generously.

That might be tragic, but it's more of a shame.

So he faced the 'blood' again without any guilt.

At this moment, the Drum King was chewing bullets without any sense of shame that he was about to become a war madman. Instead, he took it for granted.

Just like myself when I was on Earth, I was running a farmhouse.

To talk about the differences...

before,

He wants to support his family;

right now,

He needs to rejuvenate the country.

A handful of bullets disappeared into Valbo's mouth, and Ryan directed the Imperial Guard Army to deliver some metal in a timely manner to supplement the shortage of inferior ammunition.

After eating about 2000 rounds of bullets, this former master of gun skills finally asked someone to deliver gunpowder.

This powder, which was as inconspicuous as black charcoal but dazzling when it exploded, was directly inhaled by His Majesty the King. When the last bit of gunpowder disappeared, the Tuntun Factory was finally started!

After experiencing improvements in brewing and restoring life, Tuntun Factory, which has a success rate of synthesizing rock bricks reaching 85%, is still somewhat unable to make bullets.

Valpo could feel that the bullets he imagined were taking shape, but how to control every part of the metal of these little guys, and how to 'finely carve' the primer (detonator) to make it stable and prevent the gunpowder from exploding at one touch. Suicide is too difficult.

This kind of ability to take into account all aspects and make them integrated in the end is much more difficult than making wine.

So much so that when he tried his best to produce the first batch of bullets.

Ryan looked at those things like he was looking at garbage. It was obvious that he was definitely not satisfied with these so-called 'bullets'.

If they can still use this name.

This former gun master was silent for a long time, and finally squatted down and started rummaging through a group of strange-shaped 'metal particles' dutifully. His mouth never stopped for a moment, "Well... this is good. It’s a very creative idea to put a cap on the lead bullet, but it’s difficult to put it into the magazine. Look at this again, is it full? Why is its belly so big? It’s not good to be greedy, haha, also With this, I have to say, the little thing is really unique. If you look carefully, you can even find artistic inspiration in it. This twisted shape will increase the arc of its flight. Maybe if it is improved, it may be able to fly back directly. , it’s perfect for suicide! Oh! Don’t miss that one either…”

Ryan muttered to himself, and Valpo's cheeks twitched as he heard this. After entering a certain state, such a professional madman obviously doesn't understand the situation of scoring. The Royal Guards on the side were already full of anger, and they were just waiting for their king to give the order. Cut this unreasonable guy into a pulp.

"Ahem!" Jess coughed loudly, finally 'waking him up', "Ryan, what do you think needs to be changed?"

"Areas for improvement!?"

I don’t know what to say, because this garbage is absolutely useless!

Ryan looked around, and the angry faces made him shrink back. He closed his mouth and swallowed the words. After holding it in for a long time, he tentatively said, "Let's try it again?"

"Okay, let's try again." Before Jace could answer for him, Valpo nodded indifferently and continued to grab the bullet and chew it.

When he first made wine, he failed nearly half of the wine before he made a bottle of good wine that was slightly satisfying.

His Majesty the King is prepared for long-term failure;

Only this time he consciously reduced the number of bullets he swallowed and stopped after only 500 bullets.

Subsequently, metal, gunpowder, and Tuntun factories were launched.

With smoke coming from his head and his body getting bigger, there were roars from the Valpo Gun Factory.

500 bullets, along with gunpowder and replenishing metals, were combined in the king's body.

Only a quarter of the first time they were produced, his fine control over these bullets also increased their strength by nearly four times.

He could clearly feel that the shape of the bullet had stabilized in terms of metal carving, but its metal alloy was not yet easy to control.

He refined the gunpowder into a safer and more explosive granular form, and then filled it into the cartridge case with difficulty.

The shape of the warhead also changed into something similar to an oval.

The door of Tuntun factory opens,

A new batch of bullets slowly rolled off the track.

Ryan looked at these little things that finally had prototypes of bullets in surprise, and looked at the 'martyrs' aside from time to time.

This time, there was no need for Valpo to give orders. He directly checked them one by one, and he said a lot less complaints.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Ryan wouldn't even be sure that they came from the same person. The 500 bullets were quickly inspected.

At this time, Ryan held two prototype bullets with his crippled hands. He looked at Valpo intently with an incomprehensible look in his eyes and repeated his previous words, "Try again?"

His voice was still a little dry.

Ryan was shocked.

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