Traveler in the Pirate World

In the ancient castle, the lonely throne overlooks the entire ancient city. On the high dome, the mottled words and reliefs have long been mostly destroyed over the years.

The king has fallen... The sea has overturned the whole world... The city has become an isolated island due to the lack of ammunition and food... Dead... Standing among countless corpses... We survive... Everything will start from the beginning.

One day, the wave will sweep across this world again... King... Everyone... This is a sanctuary, but also a hell!

Through those few words and looking at those terrible murals and reliefs, Vilanz understood something, which is why he has stayed here for so many years.

At first, Vilanz could not understand these strange and distorted words, until one day he suddenly understood. Having witnessed a corner of the past, he made his own choice.

On the mottled mural, countless people looked up. The sky was no longer there, leaving only a vast ocean above the dome.

There were starving people everywhere and countless corpses. The city had lost its sunlight and warmth. The elderly fed the newcomers with their flesh and blood, and continued life in the cruelest way. Everything was like hell on earth.

The waves receded, the city gates opened, behind us were corpses all over the ground, in front of us was a wasteland, the world flooded by sea water had nothing, and the people who survived had nothing.

Vilanzer slowly withdrew his gaze from the picture and text that he had seen countless times, and looked down at the city below with a cold gaze. On the flat ground not far away, there was a castle that had been renovated extremely luxuriously. At this moment, it was full of lights, wine, and people.

"Why? You guys are just not satisfied!"

……

The gorgeous decorations cannot conceal the primitiveness and barbarism, just like the wild beasts in spring, roaring one after another, the shadows of men and women intertwined, and the wine pool and the meat forest were nothing more than this.

As the night deepened and the moon hung high in the sky, this banquet for the wealthy finally came to an end.

Looking at the beautiful lady and the handsome man who left, the owner of this place, a 50-year-old man with a burly figure and many knife scars on his face, sat naked and asked, "Why, have you figured it out?"

"I've figured it out. That bastard even dared to kill the father who raised him. We are no exception. If he finds out what we've done, we'll all be dead."

"Instead of passively waiting, it is better to take the initiative and cut off the wealth and power of others. We should kill them as soon as possible."

"Don't blame us for being unjust if he is unkind. He may have forgotten that it was not just his credit that developed this city to its current state."

"But that little monster is a little too powerful, not to mention that he somehow got that book and the so-called Eye of God in his hands a while ago."

"Yeah, I heard that the people who light up the Eye of God are all chosen by God. Is it really okay for us to attack him?"

"What? Are you scared? The moment you choose to break the rules, there's no turning back, idiot!

If Weilanze can kill his adoptive father today, he can take our heads tomorrow. Bah! I shouldn't have picked up this bastard in the first place. What a bullshit city lord, what a bullshit order, we are bandits, I have said it before, that guy is mentally ill!"

"Yes, that bastard is fucking sick. We are not the navy or the royal guards. We are bandits and robbers. Looting, killing and enjoying life are the lives we should lead."

……

A group of men and women spoke frankly to each other, talking at once. For a moment, anger overwhelmed desire, and there was a sense of common hatred and a common enemy.

The old man sitting high up on it had eyes that looked equally angry, but his eyes were as calm as a deep spring with no bottom to be seen.

After everyone left, he simply put on a bathrobe, stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the isolated hall in the moonlight, as if he was looking at the person on the throne.

"Being surrounded by such fools must make you lonely, Vilanzer! Soon I will put an end to all this and enjoy this solitude for you!"

The snowball of desire grew wildly under extravagance, and the moment it rolled down the snow mountain, everything seemed to be doomed.

In the night, Lily paced in the silent city, her white fingers brushing across the weather-beaten city walls, looking into the distance at the tragic past.

Suddenly, Lily looked up into the distance. An extremely pure prayer was calling out in the endless torrent of faith. Following this breath, Lily saw a dilapidated ship.

That is, the Golden Merry!

Abandoned ships and rubble were piled up on the coast. The waves swept by the water gods had not yet completely receded. The wind and rain were still there, and the sky was terrifyingly dark.

A tired iceberg stood firm at the place where he was destined to guard for the rest of his life. The strange sound of "tap, tap..." penetrated the sound of the rain and wind and the surging waves.

"What's that sound?" He couldn't help but turn around and look at the still dangerous ruins. "Is there anyone else in the abandoned shipyard?"

Following the source of the sound, he saw the dilapidated ship. "What is this? Was the Straw Hat Boy's ship destroyed by the Water Gods? It's really horrible!"

Looking at the wrecked ship, Bingshan couldn't help but feel a little sorry and distressed. He gently touched the hull with his calloused hands. The creaking sound made his eyes tremble slightly, "No, it's the problem from before!"

And at this moment, a voice sounded in his mind, "I want to sail!"

Such a longing voice made Bingshan's heart tremble, "What?" He couldn't help but think that he was hallucinating.

"I want to sail again, for the last time!" The voice from the bottom of my heart came again, still so pure, still so clean and warm.

Bingberg looked at his toolbox, he looked at the Golden Merry, he couldn't refuse such a request.

The sound of knocking echoed in the wind and rain. The rain and sweat slid across the face of the iceberg. "What am I doing? This is obviously a ship with no hope of being saved!"

"Mr. Iceberg, what are you doing there? The huge waves are coming again!" People's shouts came from high above. Iceberg packed up his tools and walked towards higher places. He felt in his heart that he was actually a little crazy.

"Thank you!" The voice came again, making Iceberg look back blankly. He saw the waves surging, and the dilapidated ship sailed against the wind and waves and headed for the sea again. Facing the remaining power of the water gods, it rushed towards the huge waves regardless of its own safety.

Looking at the receding figure, Bingshan couldn't help but think of his teacher, "Do you know the ship spirit? It is a miracle that we shipbuilders cannot create alone, but it is also a miracle that we all long to encounter in our lives."

"Have you ever met the teacher?"

"Haha...hahaha...of course, that's something that makes me more proud than the Sea Train!"

……

"Set sail? The sea is still rough right now!"

"I will go even if I am alone!" Facing the crowd, Bingberg's eyes were more serious than ever. He must go, follow the ship and see what kind of miracle it will create.

"How can we let you go alone? It's too dangerous!" People looked at him, sighed helplessly, and then hurried to prepare. "What a willful president!"

Although they complained, they never complained from the bottom of their hearts. At the moment, they did not know that this voyage would make them proud for the rest of their lives, because they were all shipbuilders, coming from the great Seven Waters City, the pinnacle of shipbuilding skills on this sea.