One Piece's Life

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About 70 years ago, there was a large farm in a small town full of novel fruits, vegetables and ornamental plants. This morning, a little boy came to the farm. When the little boy first arrived, a dozen employees who were observing new varieties of vegetables stopped one after another.

The little black boy's feet were restrained by shackles. He looked so thin that it was very difficult for him to move his feet. Although the little boy entered the farm for the first time, he had some knowledge about the farm. This little boy had just become a slave. He had no time to rest as he moved to the designated location. He squatted and weeded the farm.

Just when he was about to clear away the weeds in a small area, a big man lost his temper and said: "Hey, kid, what are you doing here? Do you want to steal our jobs?"

Feeling the angry gaze of the big man not far away, the little boy wearing leather gloves didn't care at all. Just when the little boy picked up the small sickle, a fat middle-aged man in a straw hat came to the big man's side. After the two chatted for a while, the big man who had worked on the farm for almost three years finally calmed down.

"Tch, it turns out he is the illegitimate son of a farmer and was sent here by his biological father. It's really sad. Oops, I have to work harder. It stinks. Why are those flowers so smelly? Maybe they failed to cultivate again."

After the little boy moved to another place, he continued to do his job. Yes, this little boy is the illegitimate son of the farmer as the big man calls him. His name is Marcel and he just turned 8 years old this year. He had never seen his father before he was seven years old. To be precise... he didn't even know that his father was still there. After all, he had always lived with his mother.

Marcel didn't know about his father's existence until one day when his mother died of illness. However, Marcel has no expectations for his father. He only hopes to live peacefully. After Marcel was picked up by his father, he lived in this small town.

However, the peaceful life he wanted has not come yet. Just the day before yesterday, Marcel's cowardice greatly disappointed his father, so he was put in shackles by his father. Now, barefoot, Marcel is focused on weeding. Although this was not his first time doing rough work, he was still sweating profusely.

Half an hour later, all the idle employees were whispering about Marcel. Marcel, who felt the malicious gaze, was not angry at all: Father, I am not as cowardly as you said. Father, you often said that if you want to be a real father, A man must have great power, but...you haven't reached it yet, and why are you doing this to me?

I know that no matter what I do, you will not be satisfied. Am I your stain? Hum, I will stay here peacefully until I grow up. Even if you treat me as a slave, even if people don't like me, I will stay there until the day I have the ability to kill you.

More than ten years later, Marcel killed his father while he was drunk. Before his father died, Marcel, whose hands were stained with blood, was very calm: "Are you surprised, Father? I have finally become a real man."

"Don't worry, I don't care about your farm. I won't kill my big brother. I don't care about everything about you." When the bearded man who was lying in a pool of blood just died, Marcel, who was equally careless, was shot dead. In front of the window about three hundred meters away from the house, a figure holding a long gun fired several shots in succession. In this way, Marcel died in pain...

Although Marcel died, his body showed no sign of decay. After Marcel remained silent in the coffin for half a year, he finally made some movement. Feeling the dazzling light in front of his eyes, the confused Marcel was confused: "That's strange, am I not dead? Where is this place? Who are you?"

Mark, who was sitting on the throne, crossed his legs and said, "Boy, you must be Marcel." Marcel, who sat up quickly, looked at the arrogant Mark and confirmed that he was a stranger around him and responded softly: "Yes, I am. Sir, was I resurrected by you?"

Mark, who was suddenly unhappy, waved his hand, and Marcel and his coffin were lifted up. Marcel had just said polite words before, and he stood up in embarrassment and was very angry: "What on earth do you mean?"

Mark opened his hands and was very excited: "Don't be angry, I'm just testing you. Before you were resurrected, I specifically checked... your experiences during your lifetime. I like you very much, so... I will I want you from Lord Dracula. Marcel, do you desire powerful power? Then follow me. As long as you follow me, you will reach the top of the world sooner or later."

Marcel, who was holding his chin, was very questioning: "Now I am a dead person, and you...seem to be a dead person too. Do dead people have the right to obtain powerful powers? Even if they do, what is the difference between that and a puppet toy? The guy hiding on the beam, you who is it"

The lifeless Ives responded calmly: "When we first met, my name was Ives, and that arrogant guy was called Mark. Marcel, now you are Mark's dependent. As long as you work hard, I believe there will be a day when you will succeed. Mark, I have something else to do, so I’ll excuse you.”

After Ives left, Mark flashed to Marcel, and then Mark put his arms around the other man's neck: "Haha, I didn't expect Ives to be so shy. You don't need to care, it's okay that he's gone. Marcel , to celebrate your resurrection, I have a special gift for you, I believe you will be satisfied."

Mark, who sat back on the throne, took out a treasure box from his arms. There were two special necklaces with silver light in the treasure box. One of the necklace pendants is a silver cross, and the other is a silver crescent moon.

Marcel always felt that these two necklaces were very special, but he readily accepted them without thinking about them. In this way, Marcel became Mark's little follower. In the castle, Marcel lived a comfortable life every day, and of course he did not forget to practice.

However, this kind of life did not last long, Marcel was abandoned by Mark. To be precise, Mark left the castle due to personal reasons. Marcel, who lost his master, was always shunned by others, and in the end he had to stay quietly in a small room...

Near dawn, Marcel, whose torn clothes were soaked in fog, finally woke up. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar sight in front of him, Marcel was confused: "What's wrong with me? Why are all those injuries healed?"

Seeing the night disappearing, Marcel, who used to hate the arrival of dawn, now had a strange feeling. Looking at the three people lying nearby, Marcel repeatedly clenched his fists and felt helpless: "Oh, I really didn't expect Lord Michael to be so strong. I shouldn't have provoked him if I had known. But fortunately, he left. As for where to go. It doesn’t matter whether we see you again in the future or not.”

Looking at the broken blue hat in front of him, Marcel reached out to pick it up and looked at the unconscious Klaus seriously: "There is absolutely no mistake. The voice in my mind is you. I know you are mine. New master. Master, I know you are special. The half-hearted Victor is not a vampire at all, but you... are the vampire, and you are the ancestor of vampires."

"Sorry, Master, I'm afraid my presence will cause you trouble. I will come to you after I find a place to settle down." Marcel put down his blue hat and saluted Klaus. Before disappearing into thin air, the two necklaces in front of his neck emitted a strange white light...

After dawn, Unaen was woken up in his hospital bed. The weak Unaen looked at the prepared ceiling in confusion. He wanted to sit up in the simple tent, but he couldn't. There were more than 300 wounded people in the same tent as Unaen, and the whole tent was filled with the smell of medicine.

Seeing Luther and Xiao Ma lying in nearby hospital beds, Unaen laughed out loud, but he didn't expect Xiao Ma to be treated like this. If it had been in the past, the pony would have eaten several baskets of carrots at this time, and now the comatose pony was chewing his mouth unconsciously.

Listening to the pony's teeth grinding and rhythmic breathing, Unaen understood that the other party was having a sweet dream. Seeing that both arms were wrapped with bandages, Unaun, who had not rested enough, fell into a drowsy state: The bandages were not tied by Schneby... Really, how could I forget... Schneby was not around at all

I'm not dead yet, which means the war is won. If things go well, we'll be back on the ship in no time. It will take at least half a month for my injury to heal. I hope that by then... I can still use my fists

It's really strange why Warren and Hughes haven't come back yet. The phone bug and luggage were all left in the woods. Oh, I hope the phone bug is still alive. Mickey, what have you been busy with during this period? How are you doing where you are now? Does Schnebby's appetite give you a headache?

And Gray, you leave with Lily and Serara. I believe your situation is similar. This island is too dangerous. I really want to leave this hellish place as soon as possible. Gray, I have been very uneasy since I separated from you. Of course I'm not worried about you. Alas, it’s so noisy here. They are not my companions. I really hope to see you soon.

Just when Unaen was about to fall asleep, several urgent footsteps disturbed him. Looking at the energetic Xiuzi, Yonaun showed an unusual smile: "Yonan, I heard that you were very brave last night. If my father knew that you were so strong, he would be very happy. Cough. Hey, seeing as you're so seriously injured, I won't bother you. After Schnebby wakes up, your injuries... won't be a problem."

When Warren, who was supporting Mickey, came closer, he said softly with a gray face: "Sorry, Unaen, I'm late." Unnaturally, Unaen quickly turned his head: "Warren, don't worry about me, this kind of The level of injury won't bother me at all, so you don't need to worry about it. Warren, tell me what's going on outside..."

Mi Qi, who sat beside the bed, said calmly: "Don't worry, although those people haven't entered the castle yet, the war is over, and we don't have to interfere with their affairs anymore." Not long after the dizzy Unaen fell asleep, Mi Qi Schnebby in Qi's arms finally wakes up...

Tents were set up in many open spaces outside the castle, and about 500 of them were extremely close to the West Gate. Although it was daylight, most of the exhausted witches were fast asleep.

In a larger tent, a pale Christine was lying on a simple cot. As for Helen, who was sitting in the small chair, she was very energetic. Her vertical eyes moved slowly: "Grandma, Dracula is dead, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" Not long after, a figure appeared in front of Helen. Phantom...