Pirates: Devour All Evil

On the Kuzan warship.

"Karsas boy, what are you going to do with these ladies?"

Kuzan was lying on a lounge chair, wearing an eye mask on his head, with his hands behind his head, enjoying the sea breeze.

Karsas sat on the recliner, but he didn't want to lie down and stared at Kuzan.

"There should still be some vacant space at the Marine Headquarters, right?"

"Ah ha? Why are you asking that?"

"There should be some. I made some money from making memory alloys, but I have nowhere to spend the money. Instead of leaving it there, I might as well use it to help those who really need help."

Kuzan took off his blindfold, sat up and looked at Karsas and said, "So?"

"So I plan to let these girls who have suffered from the disaster work in the milk tea shop I plan to open in the future, which will also help heal their wounded hearts."

"But what would you do if some girls were afraid to receive customers because of these painful memories?"

There are indeed some girls who are unwilling to integrate into human society because of these painful memories.

However, no one knows how long this situation will last, and they should be given a quiet recuperation environment.

"Well...then we can open another laundry shop. I can make a fully automatic washing machine, so they can help the marines wash their clothes there."

Kuzan shook his head and lay down again: "Hey... you are really... interesting."

“That’s how the matter was finally handled.”

After a while...

Karsus was so happy that he could hardly sleep because he had just killed so many pirates.

"General Kuzan, General Kuzan..."

Karsus called softly to Kuzan who was sleeping beside him.

"Hmm? What happened again?"

"I can't sleep, I just want to ask if there is anything else fun on this ship?"

"have no idea!"

Kuzan spoke word by word, obviously annoyed by Karsas's behavior of looking for trouble.

"Well, I'll just take a stroll on the boat."

"Finally they left. It's time for me to get some good sleep."

With Karthus gone, Kuzan fell asleep again.

Karsas, who was strolling on the deck, saw some crew members fishing at the stern and wanted to join in.

"Hey, uncle, what is your daily entertainment?"

"Fishing, and then... just chatting about some family matters."

When Karsas heard the story, he sat directly on the railing and looked at the middle-aged man with expectant eyes.

"Well, let me tell you my story."

"As we all know, to be able to serve on Admiral Kuzan's ship, one must be a very powerful marine, and I am indeed a very powerful marine."

"My father is a navy captain. He is gentle and righteous. Since I was a child, I have wanted to become a marine as powerful as him. I worked hard in my youth, but in the end I only learned how to shave and slash my feet. By the time I was middle-aged, I had only reached the strength of my father, the colonel."

"At this point, I understood that people have different talents, and my talent was only up to the level of colonel, so I started to start a family and found a woman with a good reputation to be my wife. She gave birth to a well-behaved daughter for me, and I was... very happy."

Karsas saw that the atmosphere was somewhat solemn, and felt that he had indeed thought of a lot.

"Are you...really happy?"

The uncle took a deep breath and said, "Karsas, you are indeed a talented person. I hope you can inherit my will and become a gentle and just person."

"And...I'm very happy."

"oh, I understand now."

Just as the uncle said, this world is so unfair, and people’s talents determine their upper limit.

Talent is determined from birth, and only a small number of people can break the shackles of talent through adventures in later life.

After figuring it out, Karsas didn't think any further and walked towards the restaurant in the cabin.

As he pushed the door open and entered, Karsas smelled the creamy aroma of desserts mixed with the fragrance of fruits, which increased Karsas's desire to eat more.

"Karsas boy, you are here. You have become quite famous among the navy chefs in recent years."

"He eats as much as a giant - Karsus."

Two navy chefs, dressed in formal white chef uniforms, laughed and teased Karsas.

"I can't help it. My strength doesn't allow me to eat less."

"Gulu gulu..."

Karsus looked at the two chefs with shining eyes: "By the way, I'm hungry again."

It's really easy to get hungry after a battle, even though Karsus was the one-sided crusher.

"Haha, no problem, Karsas boy."

The chef who was speaking took the arm of the chef next to him and walked into the kitchen together.

Ten minutes later.

As the delicious dishes were served on the table, Karsas took a sip.

“The braised eggplant is very well done, and you can taste the crispy aroma of the eggplant skin!”

"Then there is the soft and sticky eggplant, paired with just the right amount of white rice and the sweet soup, it's really delicious."

Karsas was generous with his praise, describing the delicious food that could be tasted.

A month later, they arrived at the sphere of influence of the West Sea Randao Pirates.

They adapted to the local customs in Xihai and established a powerful gang.

As the lookout shouted: "Land is here!"

Karsus looked at Kuzan who was lying beside him, sat up and said calmly: "General Kuzan, shall we go down together, or shall I go down alone?"

"Ah... I'll go with you. You are an admiral-level natural devil fruit user after all. It would be bad if you caused the entire island to be engulfed in snow and wind just because you saw your enemy."

Kuzan yawned, stretched, stuffed the eye mask on his head into his trouser pocket, and seemed to be serious about it.

"Okay, okay, let's go."

As the naval warships landed, Karsas and Kuzan walked into this sinful island.

At the same time, a thrilling battle was breaking out in the city center.

The Randao Pirates officially have a decisive battle with the local gang Capone.

As the sounds of artillery fire and gunfire echoed in the narrow alleys, Karsas and Kuzan also quickly rushed to the corresponding locations.

When they arrived, Karsas and Kuzan found that some people dressed as pirates and some people in black suits were fighting a desperate battle with guns and swords.

As Capone Bege will be a supernova four years later, the Randao Pirates are bound to fail.

"No, no, how can the devils like the Randao Pirates be destroyed because of war?"

"They should be tortured to death by me, no, they should die to atone for their sins."

"Stop it all!"

"Frozen Snowfield"

As a white snowfield covered the battlefield, the temperature dropped across the battlefield.

Karsus restricted the movements of all their fighters, and their necks were mired in steel-hard snow.

"Hey, who are you from the Randao Pirates?"