From Pirates to Sweeping the Worlds

"The royal family is in decline, treacherous officials are in power, and the accumulated problems are difficult to reverse."

Worried about the future of the kingdom, the princess slowly fell asleep.

But seeing that her brows were still furrowed in her sleep, you could tell how powerless she was.

The Duke of Raghu's residence.

A middle-aged man with a big belly sat in the main seat, and next to him was a butler who was bowing and reporting the situation.

"Dear Lord Duke Rager, all plans are ready."

"With just one order from you, you will become the new master of the Kingdom of the Netherlands."

The butler kept complimenting Duke Rag, and halfway through his words, he suddenly noticed that Duke Rag's expression looked a little strange.

He began to panic and wondered if he had said something wrong.

As if he had thought of something, he hurriedly said, "I am so stupid. I deserve to die. From now on, Lord Rag's kingdom should be the Rag Kingdom."

As he spoke, he knelt on the ground and performed the great ceremony of a king and his subject.

Rag Stone looked at his butler with satisfaction, then waved his hand in a pretentious manner.

"Get up."

"As long as the plan goes well."

"Oh, by the way. I will send another big gift to the relevant officials of the World Government tomorrow."

"We still need to rely on them to say a few good words."

"Don't lose the big picture for the small. As long as the kingdom falls into my hands, all the losses will be recovered."

Rag Stone's fat face was filled with a sly grin and his eyes were full of greed.

After the butler bowed and left, Rag Stone looked at the empty hall and murmured, "It's almost there, it's almost there."

"This kingdom will eventually belong to our Raghu family."

outside the city.

At least tens of thousands of refugees were crowded in a narrow area, surrounded by several bonfires and more guarding soldiers.

The sudden disaster took away everything from them, and days of hunger left them with no strength left.

Compared to the quiet night, it seems very noisy here.

A group of ferocious-looking people were constantly moving among the refugees, searching for food.

Every time new food is discovered, it leads to a bloody storm.

The refugees around watched this scene numbly; they were no longer surprised.

As for the patrolling soldiers, they were in no mood to care about these trivial matters. Their duty was only to prevent the refugees from rioting.

Lifeless refugees, a hopeless country.

......

At dusk, Xia Jieren dragged his tired body towards the evolution chamber.

Soaking in the warm nutrient solution, Xia Jieren's body and mind relaxed like never before.

Half an hour later, night had fallen, and after finishing his dinner, he was still full of energy.

This is not the first time I have been lying in bed and not feeling sleepy at all.

The days when he could fall asleep as soon as he lay down were gone forever. He seemed to have returned to the Blue Planet, where he could fight until the early morning.

It’s a pity that Xia Jieren has no entertainment activities here. He can only enter the heart network and rely on his previous memories to pass the time.

He regretted more than once that he didn't watch more interesting anime, novels or movies, otherwise he wouldn't be as bored as he is now.

"Once my power grows, I will definitely vigorously develop the entertainment industry."

“Human beings cannot live without entertainment.”

Xia Jieren thought:

In the quiet night, the sounds of insects chirping, birds singing, and occasional animals roaring are intertwined. The fungal forest is not to be outdone, and makes a rustling sound under the breeze.

Tonight is another lively night.

No one would have thought that something big that would impact the world would happen tonight.

......

At the same time, on the Red Earth Continent, a ring-shaped continent that runs through the entire planet, a tiny figure is constantly climbing upwards.

The Red Earth Continent gets its name from the red soil covering its surface. The mountains are more than 16,000 meters high and the altitude is about 6,000 meters.

The biting cold wind in the sky could not stop him from climbing up. Even though his ten fingers were bleeding, he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

The man wore a turban, had thick curly hair, a wide mouth, a beard, and a little stubble on his upper lip.

He is none other than Fisher Tiger, the famous fish-man explorer and traveler of Fish-man Island.

When he was young, he was the leader of the back streets of Fishman Island and was called the big brother by the future Shichibukai Jinpei, the overlord of the fishmen in the East China Sea, Arlong and others.

At the same time, he is deeply trusted and respected by the Ryugu Palace, and is a frequent guest of the King of Fishman Island, the sea god Neptune, and Princess Otohime.

At this moment, he looked up at the red earth continent with eyes full of anger. He did not hide his rage at all. Regardless of the frost on his body, he struggled to climb up.

Today, he climbed the red earth continent with his bare hands for one purpose.

That is to liberate all the slaves imprisoned in the holy land of Marijoa.

He was originally a traveler, but was unfortunately captured during his last journey and became a slave of the Celestial Dragons.

During his time as a slave, he suffered torture and witnessed the madness and cruelty of human beings.

During an outing with the Celestial Dragons, he luckily escaped from their clutches and returned to Fish-Man Island.

But his heart was tormented, and Fisher Tiger could not turn a blind eye to the slaves who were in dire straits.

So today's scene happened.

Hard work pays off.

Finally, he set foot on the land of Marijoa again.

Taking advantage of the cover of night, Fisher Tiger quietly came to the gate guard post, and with his strength far beyond that of a human, he neatly and cleanly twisted the guard soldier's neck.

The Holy Land of Marijoa has been peaceful for so long that no one thinks anyone would dare to cause trouble here.

The two defenseless guards fell straight to the ground without giving any warning.

After a successful attack, Fisher Tiger quickly came to the dungeon where he had been imprisoned.

After entering the dungeon and looking at the dim cell, Fisher Tiger felt very heavy.

In the dungeon, the slaves lay or sat together, huddled together for warmth.

The clothes they wore were tattered and could barely cover their bodies. They had varying degrees of injuries on their bodies, some of the most serious of which were broken arms and legs.

As for the slaves who did not survive and died, they would be thrown into the garbage disposal plant early tomorrow morning.

At this moment, the sound of Fisher Tiger's approaching footsteps echoed in the dungeon.

The slaves' eyes were numb, as if they couldn't hear anything, and they continued to remain silent.

Ah!

In the silent dungeon, a shrill scream was heard.

The slaves were all drawn to the voice, for they recognized it as the voice of the slave overseer.

A moment later, a tall and mighty fishman stood in front of the prison.

"Is that Brother Tiger?"

A somewhat uncertain voice came from the prison:

A fishman slowly walked to the front of the cell and looked at Fisher Tiger with hope in his eyes.

Looking at his fellow countrymen covered in scars, Fisher Tiger could no longer hold back his inner sadness and burst into tears, saying, "I am here to save you."

After hearing his words, the dungeon suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.