One Piece: Dream Destroyer Mentor Marine King

South Blue.

After half a year of fighting, the "Third Legion" has successively captured many unclaimed lands that were occupied by pirates or were caught in huge wars.

Although South Blue is even weaker than East Blue, known as the "weakest sea" in certain areas, class oppression and human greed do not distinguish between regions.

"Craig, remember your duty, you are a soldier, and it is your duty to obey!"

"Even if you think the current order is wrong, you must complete it meticulously and think about it later!"

"This is an iron law in our army. No one can violate it, including yourself!"

Craig, the commander of the Peace Round Table Corps, charged forward under gunfire while recalling the harshest words that man had ever said to him when he handed the army into his hands.

Before coming to South Blue, Chief of Staff Bamond specifically told him that South Blue was different from East Blue.

"We don't have much time, so South Blue's policy is completely different from East Blue. We have to rule there more quickly. The spread of 'ideas' can only be left until peace is achieved!"

Deter and rule with force!

This made Craig have some doubts in his heart, but just as he promised back then, he would keep his doubts in his heart.

It is his mission to carry out orders completely and thoroughly.

Boom! !

The huge city gate was smashed into pieces by his shoulder armor, and the pirates on top of the city looked at Craig, who was bathed in blood, with frightened expressions.

Is that human being·······

"Bombardment!!"

A loud shout sounded from afar.

A cannonball arrives in an instant.

boom! !

The shell exploded on Craig.

"Kill that monster!!"

This guy, starting from the coastal city, has been leading people to charge into battle, and he breaks through the city gate every time.

The legend about him has now made many South Blue countries restless.

In the smoke, a faint golden light flashed.

Craig was shaking all over...

The moment the cannonball hit him, he subconsciously used his newly acquired "ability" to defend himself.

but·······

"Sir" specially sent an order that he was not allowed to reveal his "power" in front of others unless he was in a life or death crisis.

If exposed...wipe out all witnesses!

Craig glanced back hard.

Fortunately...the subordinates were still fighting with the enemy outside the door.

So·······

"He...he's completely fine...impossible!"

Craig turned over the glove on his hand, and the sharp finger gloves popped out.

This is a weapon made for him by his master, and he rarely uses it.

Boom!

A pirate's head exploded like a watermelon.

"Block the city gate!"

After Craig shouted loudly, he rushed into the pirate group without waiting for his subordinates to respond.

Two hours later, Craig emerged from the main street opposite the city gate.

After waving to his subordinates, Craig walked to the moat and jumped in.

Countless pieces of minced meat and offal parts whose ingredients were unclear floated up from the water.

The water surface turned dark red and turbid.

"Boom!!"

At the bottom of the river, Craig hammered his chest in frustration.

Why are you so careless...

······

Fourteen years ago, Craig was locked in an iron cage like an animal as usual.

Slaves of his size are liked by many people.

In the past ten years or so, he has been resold repeatedly, sometimes to mine, sometimes to fight, and sometimes simply as a beast like a cat or dog.

No... In fact, he did not live as well as cats and dogs in many noble homes, and even his food was far inferior to cats and dogs.

He didn't know where he came from, and in the depths of his memory there were only sounds of gunfire, slashing, and crying.

When he was young, he knew how to quietly follow the rebels or pirates, traveling between battlefields.

Because wherever they pass, they can always find something "edible".

Even though those things may be covered in mud and blood.

After spending several years as a "ghoul" in the ruins of war, he grew older and his hunger became more intense.

He was finally discovered while following a pirate.

The pirates were still a little hesitant and nervous when they first saw this guy with an outrageous build.

They later discovered that with this figure... he was just a teenager!

And he is a very timid young man.

The ecstatic pirates immediately made a cameo as a slave trader.

In this way, Craig began his life as a slave.

What is even more uncomfortable than stepping on thunder on the battlefield is being a pet in a noble's home.

Because before going to the battlefield, you can probably eat a three to four point full meal.

When being a pet in a noble's home, I don't know if it's because of the common bad taste of the nobles, or because they are worried that he will get angry and hurt others.

All the nobles gave him very little food.

So more often than not, he longs to be sold to the army or a pirate ship.

That way I can at least have something to eat...

The destination where it was last resold was exactly the battlefield he hoped for.

The huge iron cage could not fully accommodate his body, so he could only curl up inside.

"When can we have food..."

Just as Craig hugged his knees and endured the burning hunger in his stomach, there was a faint cry from the deck.

But it soon calmed down.

"Has anyone been arrested again...Sigh..."

Even though he had been a slave for several years, Craig could still sympathize with others when they were captured.

Especially those women...

He rarely sees women who can get off a pirate ship or a noble family alive...

Tata...

Tatata······

Um? Just one footstep, and so steady?

Craig couldn't raise his head, so he could only lift his chin forcefully and move his gaze slightly upward.

A young man walked up to him with a knife and opened the lock, then walked towards other cages.

The slaves were released one by one.

"Is there anyone who can sail a boat?"

Although they were released, no one dared to move, and some even stayed in the cage and did not dare to come out.

After two breaths, a trembling voice came out: "Sir...I am a fisherman..."

The young man nodded: "Go to the helm and sail east. The food is in the cabin on the second floor. Eat a little in moderation. If you eat too much, your body will not be able to bear it."

After saying that, the young man walked up to the deck with the knife on his shoulder.

The slaves looked at each other, but no one dared to go up.

Finally, hungry, Craig cautiously poked his head out from the deck.

Even Greg, who had been a "ghoul" on the battlefield since childhood, was a little surprised when he saw the scene on the deck.

There were heads all over the ground, and not a single pirate's head was around his neck.

A large amount of blood rippled as the ship rocked. The white-haired boy sitting on the bow glanced at him and then turned his eyes elsewhere.

Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, the young man raised his chin towards the cabin behind him:

"The food is in the cabin, tell them to come up and have something to eat."