Traveler in the Pirate World

Outside the dark hole, there were countless rubble stone and brick walls, large areas of ground cracks, and countless collapsed houses.

A small hand covered in mud and black stains trembled as it stretched out from the ground and grasped the edge of the collapsed ground with great effort. The broken stones were stained with dust mixed with blood, and she almost fell again.

"Ah~" The virgin sequence let out a loud cry and climbed out of the deep pit with difficulty, but was faced with a pair of sheep's hooves covered with brown short hair. Looking up, she saw a pair of white, slender yet plump legs.

The white cloak blew in the wind, and a corner dotted with star patterns passed by in front of her eyes. There was no need to look up, as the Virgin Sequence already knew who the person was.

She lowered her head, her pupils contracted and trembled with fear. This day had finally come, but she didn't want to die yet!

"Capricorn... Sir" As proud as she was, she still humbled herself to the dust in front of the woman in front of her. She had clearly inherited the same level of power, but was standing at a different level.

"You failed, you know what this means!" The woman's voice was not pleasant, and her appearance could only be described as pretty. She had a pair of square eyes like a sheep, two pairs of curved horns on her forehead, and green flames surrounded her arms. This was her fantasy beast form, and she liked it very much, so she always kept it. "By the way, you should call me Pan. This is the biggest difference between me and you who have inherited this name."

"Lord Paine... I beg you to give... ahem... me one more chance, ahem... wow..." She spoke with difficulty, blood mixed with broken organs continuously coming out of her mouth and nose, and an unpleasant stench emanated from the dust-covered ground.

"No, there is no time left for you useless people. New candidates are already in place. They will be the new inheritors of this power. The glory of the Nameless Twelve Zodiac Signs will be restored by us in this final era, just like eight hundred years ago." A hand with short, dense mane on the back stretched out from the wide sleeves, and the white fingers, in sharp contrast to the short brown hair, touched the Virgin's brow.

Feeling the chill coming from her brows, the broken body of the Virgin Sequence trembled with fear. She was so seriously injured that she even lost the strength to escape.

Green moss grew on her skin and wounds. Unknown green buds grew vigorously and turned into grass and colorful flowers in the blink of an eye.

They took the flesh and blood of the virgin sequence as nourishment and grew wantonly. The virgin sequence, covered by flowers and plants, saw its flesh and blood wither and its bones dim, eventually falling into a pile of dry white ashes. In the blink of an eye, the withered flowers and plants fell together and turned into scattered dust. The two mixed together, one above and one below, like a small grave mound.

The cold wind blowing from the huge hole that almost ran through the entire Marinford took away the small grave and scattered it in an unknown place like the dust floating in the air.

The sheep's hooves stepped on the dust, making crisp clattering sounds as they collided with the buried bluestone ground below. She turned her back to the battlefield and walked towards the distance as if she was strolling in the garden.

The cold wind blew, revealing her other hand hidden under the cloak. There was a suitcase there, an ordinary leather suitcase. Inside were three fruits surrounded by twisted patterns, and an ordinary fruit. At this moment, the surface of the ordinary fruit was twisting and changing, and slowly it became completely different in appearance.

……

"From today on, you will have a new code name, and your past will be erased. From now on, you will have no name, no self, and nothing. You can only represent the highest sequence of the World Government's secret intelligence agency, the Nameless Twelve Zodiac Virgin Sequence."

“Eat it, control it, and become it. When you awaken, you will inherit its name Mikael. I will call you Master Mikael then. Go and prove that you are qualified to become it. Don’t let Saint Shepard ten Peter down!

If you fail to prove that you have the qualifications, someone else will take over."

In the spacious and exquisite building, in the huge hall, it is dark as night. The only light is the sunlight refracted from the nine-colored glazed windows on the ceiling. The light interweaves on the dome but never falls to the earth. There, light and darkness are so distinct. As people living in darkness, they stand in the pitch-black shadows, with the light out of reach.

There the virgin inherits everything now, just like the countless virgins before her. After this, there will be new people, standing where she once stood, swallowing the fruit of exactly the same taste as her, and doing everything they can to seize that one name, Angel Mikael.

Someone once told her that when she became it, the truth of the world would unfold to her, and she would truly realize what a great thing she was doing.

"What is the truth of the world? What am I doing?"

She didn't know that she was just a spy who grew up in darkness and blood, one of the talented people selected by the World Government from countless orphanages. Everything she had came from the World Government, even the meaning of her life.

On the day when Scorpio was executed by Griffin, he seemed to have the same fear written all over his face as she does today.

"So I am also afraid of death?"

The soul falling towards the underworld unconsciously recalled everything in the past. Suddenly, she felt that she had traveled through something. A flame burned and jumped out from her body, covering her entire body in the blink of an eye.

pain!It hurts so much!

Her mind went blank for a moment, but she couldn't faint. She wailed and cried out in pain, just like the countless souls like her around her.

In the distance stood a city tower. On top of the tall city wall, Brooke, dressed in a Western-style suit, gazed at the vast land of the underworld, watching the souls that died in the human world and fell into the underworld, receiving the baptism of the fire of karma.

Some of them dissipated in the fire of karma and became the smallest spirits in the world, while others shed their mortal state and were reborn in the fire of karma, born on this land created by the gods.

As one of the few people who can travel back and forth between the Yin and Yang worlds, Brooke knows that the world on earth is not peaceful these days, more so than ever before.

Mavis, wearing a simple goose yellow dress, looked at everything in the distance with him, looking at the falling soul, the burning soul, and the standing soul.

After a long time, she turned her head to look at the city behind her. The clean and tidy streets extended in all directions, and the houses were lined up in an orderly manner. They were like seats for the audience surrounding the circular concert hall in the center. That was the core of this city of music, the Singer's Theater. This was the city of the God of Music, the Singer Brooke, the temple of underworld music, and the city of music, Mukel City.

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Marin Fodor

As Whitebeard, the three admirals, and Marshal Sengoku were in a stalemate, the battlefield entered a completely white-hot state. It was a meat grinder, a purgatory on earth, and an opera of death.

The pink-haired boy stared at it all in a daze. The sounds of shouting, wailing, gunfire... echoed in his ears. Blood and fire bloomed in his eyes again and again, like the flowers of the other shore blooming in hell.

His body was shaking because of fear, because of unwillingness, because of anger... because of too much.

"Such a battle... Such a battle... What on earth is this? What on earth is this, ah!"

Suddenly the young man let out a loud roar. He looked at the battlefield in the distance. The gap between the strong and the weak was like an insurmountable chasm. The sacrifice of the weak seemed so easy, and the deaths of so many people seemed so meaningless.

The young man didn't know whether the significance of public execution was more important or the lives of countless people were more important. At least at this moment, the passing of countless familiar people was something he couldn't accept.