A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Open your eyes slowly.

Jon reacted for a few seconds and took a long breath.

Sweep around.

The cramped environment made him frown.

"It worked" Jon muttered.

Clench your fists.

The 'weakness' that I hadn't felt in a long time came to my heart.

So weak.

This body is even weaker than that of ordinary humans.

That's right.

What appears here is not Old Demon Qiao himself, but one of his billions of projections of consciousness.

"Gods" use black boxes as communication devices;

Jon uses the 'Love Train' that travels through the heavens as a communicator.

——By seizing the bodies of dead people, he can sneak into infinite worlds without having to leave in person.

However, the strength will be weakened by a hundred million points.

Not to mention 'time stop', 'immortality', and 'authority seize body', even the most basic 'open door', the scope of effect has dropped from one hundred meters to twenty meters, and other abilities have shrunk infinitely.

What a miserable word.

"I always feel like there is an inexplicable malice directed at someone like me, Qiao.

never mind.

Now that you are here, let’s try to see if we can develop believers in this world. "Jon touched his unshaven chin.

As a senior time traveler.

He has considerable experience in handling the situation at hand.

The first is to determine your own identity and the background of this world.

Think of this.

Jon settled down and began to inspect the room, which was less than five square meters.

A hard bed made of scrap iron and broken wooden boards, various old cans, a few dirty work clothes, and a pair of boots with the soles off.

If nothing unexpected happens, the social status of this body should be quite low.

Or the poor in the slums, or the oppressed slaves.

Standing up unsteadily, Jon luckily found half a deliberately hidden mirror and a green electronic nameplate with an unknown purpose beside half of the opaque window.

Leave the nameplate alone for now.

Through the reflection of the mirror, he could clearly see his current face - he still had black hair and black eyes, but his appearance was only 70-80% similar to his real body. Rounding it off, he could be defined as handsome.

"Alas~"

Jon sighed silently in his heart.

What a hell of a start.

He got used to it every second, and suddenly he had to start from scratch.

To be honest, I really can't get used to it.

"The clone is the directional coordinate, which can establish a connection with the main body."

Touching the green electronic nameplate of unknown use, Jon silently calculated the time for the arrival of the main body.

In the end, he concluded

——At least ninety days.

That is to say.

During these ninety days, he has to live with a new identity!

"Three months, easy~"

Qiao, who has almost never been beaten by society since he was born, is very optimistic.

Bang bang bang!

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"4396, 4396 are you dead?"

"Boss, there's no movement. It must be too cold."

"Don't waste time, just open the lock."

"That's right, I'm still waiting to distribute supplies."

There was a lot of chatter outside the door.

Soon.

Several young men with short hair took out a very crude lockpicking tool and forced open the door where Jon was.

Squeak.

The old iron gate makes a heartbreaking sound.

Jon stared intently at the few uninvited guests who had forced their way in.

Coincidentally, the person outside the door was also looking at Jon.

Eye to eye

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Come to your senses.

The leader of the short-haired young man screamed, "4396, you're not dead?!"

4396

What a bad name!

Jon said angrily: "As you can see, I am alive and well."

"However, you obviously contracted a severe fever while collecting supplies."

"I was lucky enough to make it through."

Jon didn't want to say anything more on the subject.

After a pause, he asked: "Just now you said collecting supplies, are we scavengers?"

"What kind of scavengers? 4396, you are out of your mind!" The leader of the short-haired young man pointed to the green electronic nameplate on his chest, "We are ordinary people."

"Dumb people"

Jon blinked.

It sounds so humble.

He scratched his head deliberately, "emmmmmmm, complications from the fever caused me to lose part of my memory. I can no longer remember many things."

Amnesia?

Fine.

Better than dying.

The leader of the short-haired young man, Chenmin 3725, curled his lips and said, "I thought you couldn't survive this time. The higher ups asked us to reclaim your room.

But for now, I’ll leave this room to you. "

‘Recycled Houses’

Jon captured the key words keenly.

Think for a moment.

He invited a few people in, "Now that the matter of recycling the house has come to an end, please tell me about the current situation. As you know, I can't remember many things clearly."

Stupid to begin with.

It also burned out my brain.

Poor 4396.

3527 sighed and said truthfully: "This is the 'lighthouse' in the sky, the only safe zone for humans.

We are ordinary people who are different from those superior people. We only have numbers, cannot reproduce, and do not have any rights.

The main task of us mortals is to do some dirty work, such as going to the ground to assist the "hunters" in collecting resources and maintaining the normal operation of the lighthouse."

understood.

‘Apocalypse’, ‘Virus’, ‘Monster’, ‘Survival Base’, ‘Gene Optimization’, ‘Level Difference’.

Jon's eyes lit up.

In such an environment, it is most likely to breed religious fanaticism.

He thought of his preaching words almost instantly.

"Friends, please allow me to take up a moment of your time. I would like to introduce to you our savior and guide, the 'Gate of Ten Thousand Doors', the great Mr. Joestar!"

No matter what his identity is, Amway is done.

However, what disappointed Jon was that through in-depth understanding, he learned that there had long been a religion here to control the population and maintain stability.

"Church of Light and Shadow"

This church that believes in the 'Lord of Light and Shadow' is completely controlled by the people above.

It integrates pacifying people's hearts, enforcing laws and punishments, and serving order.

Great power!

Jon shook his head.

But soon he regained his energy.

‘Lord of Light and Shadow’?

What rubbish!

No matter how powerful you are, can you show your holiness in front of others?

I have the ability to invite gods to take over at any time. As soon as my true form arrives, I won't just run amok and change from a post-apocalyptic novel to a brainless novel in minutes!

Then here comes the problem.

How to survive these three months?

Because there is no special physical bonus.

Now Jon needs to eat like an ordinary person.

I learned from 3527 that the food of ordinary people is extremely poor and they can only eat a high-protein food called 'insect cake'.

Eat bugs?

Do not make jokes.

Absolutely!

but.

But I heard that you can often find sugar cubes, cans, compressed biscuits, wine and other foods that can be preserved for a long time on the ground.

Hiding secretly, as long as you are not discovered by the pickets, everything will be fine

Back to business.

After speaking, 3527 they left.

Think for a moment.

Jon pinned the green electronic nameplate showing 4396 to his chest.

In "Lighthouse", everything you do requires contribution points.

And his contribution points are obviously not many.

He pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

If you want to survive, you must work hard to earn contribution points.

We have to think of a solution as soon as possible.

Three days later.

"Don't wait around, hurry up and get in the car!"

On the lifting platform, a heavily armed hunting team member shouted impatiently.

Hearing this, Jon carried a large canvas bag and, like other mortals, climbed into a modified military transport vehicle quickly.

——He exchanged two pieces of dried meat and a commoner for this mission.

What?

Where did those two pieces of dried meat come from?

Ah.

You know, there is no door in this world that he, Qiao, cannot open~

Crosswalks are wide;

The grain storage room also has no worries about food.

In his opinion, the common people here are a bit too honest.

"Are you all ready? If so, let's go!" Standing at the highest point with a gun, Mark, the powerful hunting captain, waved his hand.

'boom'

With his words, the chains dropped.

Everything on the lifting platform, including dozens of resource collection vehicles armed to the teeth, and individual combat mechas called 'heavy three-dimensional', were lowered to the desolate ground.

Jon stuck his head out and looked around curiously.

Um.

It really has an apocalyptic atmosphere.

There were bones everywhere, and strange plants that couldn't be named.

The victims who turned into "flesh and dust" maintained the posture before death, with expressions that were either ferocious or frightened.

Jon looked away and said nothing.

"Everyone, please be alert and go to the resource points marked on the map."

Captain Mark's voice came over the radio.

Through these few days of understanding, Jon had some basic understanding of the "Lighthouse" wilderness hunting captain.

He is extremely brave and has extraordinary fighting prowess.

Every time I go out to collect supplies, I always come back with a full load. I am called a "lighthouse" and a national idol!

However, Jon felt that the hunting captain's depth and determination seemed to be an illusion.

Because the eyes cannot deceive people.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that Mark was not a smart person.

Rather, it’s a bit silly~

Jon raised his head slightly, his eyes vaguely scanning the hunting members.

Mocheng, Feixue, Penny, Donnie, Jeff, Erica

Among them, the one that attracted him the most was his adjutant Ran Bing.

——The only white hair of "Lighthouse" is very recognizable.

Jon lowered his head silently.

He doesn't care much about collecting resources or anything like that.

When he left the "Lighthouse" this time, he mainly wanted to understand the real situation of this world and see the legendary Devouring Beast.

certainly.

He has a deeper purpose, but he doesn't know whether it can be realized smoothly.

The journey was very smooth.

The Hunter team did not encounter any danger and soon reached the resource point marked on the map - the R49 starship ruins.

get off.

Yellow sand fills the sky.

It blows into the face, like a knife, making it difficult to open one's eyes.

Jon was wrapped in a tattered scarf.

Narrow your eyes.

Everywhere you look, there are human remains that have turned into 'flesh and soil'.

He doesn't speak.

Silently walked into the ranks of dust people.

"Team 3 and 4 stay behind to guard the vehicles and the 'heavy plane'! Others come in with me!" Mark pressed the communicator on his ear and commanded the hunting team members and the commoners very skillfully.

Jon:? ? ?

Be reasonable.

What's the point of bringing a single combat mecha out but not using it? It's not too big to get in. Isn't an important resource point like this usually very dangerous?

He raised his head and glanced at the huge spaceship stuck diagonally in the desert, and he felt a bad premonition in his heart.

Pry open the door.

Get into it.

The dim light made Jon feel a little uncomfortable.

He turned on the assigned flashlight and shined it forward, feeling a survival instinct arise from the bottom of his heart.

This is the keen intuition of a high-level creature!

bad.

Want to send it!

Jon looked at the gate at the rear, and then at the calm-looking hunting team members around him.

Think again and again.

Still didn't speak.

After all, his current identity is just that of the lowest commoner. If he talks to a hunter rashly, he might get into trouble.

The spaceship is rich in supplies.

Food, medicine, energy, everything.

After these few days of recuperation (mainly secretly turning on a small stove for himself in the food storage room), Jon's body has returned to the level of a normal person.

Take advantage of no one around.

While stuffing things into his canvas bag, he stuffed things into his ‘cloud backpack’

——There is not much storage space, and being unable to store things are two completely different concepts.

These resources may be used in the future.

Time passes little by little.

Jon's uneasiness deepened.

Almost done.

Just move it and leave.

How much is too much?

He paid extremely vigilant attention to the movements around him.

Click!

Suddenly, a certain mortal accidentally broke off a piece of the remains that turned into flesh and earth, causing a great commotion in the quiet underground space.

"Damn it, do you want to die?!"

Noticed the movement here.

A certain hunting team member immediately cursed.

Don’t look at them as ‘companions’ who collect resources together.

The difference between the upper-level people and the ordinary people can be described as worlds apart.

Except for Captain Mark, almost no one in the remaining hunting team paid any attention to the dust people.

Honestly.

In their eyes, ordinary people are just tools.

And it’s the kind of tool that’s easy to use and doesn’t require maintenance.

The opportunity has come!

Jon's heart moved slightly.

He quietly walked up to the scolded Chenmin and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Who are you? Do I know you?"

Unexpectedly, the common man did not appreciate it.

"do not know.

But I care about you. "

Jon was not angry and spoke word by word.

Ah this

The comforted Chenmin was immediately dumbfounded.

How did you say this?

What a shame!

But, there is one thing to say.

I do feel a little warm in my heart.

He looked at Jon and nodded, "I am 4068."

"I am 4396."

Jon smiled back.

Winning people's hearts starts little by little.

'A single spark can start a prairie fire! ’

Jon, who has been learning the secrets of dragon slaying since he was a child, is really good at it~

Jon and 4068's little moves did not escape the eyes of the hunting team members.

However, when they saw the bulging canvas bags behind the two people, the upper-class hunters curled their lips and were too lazy to talk nonsense with the two low-class people.

Resource recycling is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Sudden!

A strange insect that resembled a spine sprang out from a dark corner and jumped into the face of a commoner.

See this.

The expressions of the hunting team members suddenly changed, "Spine Gu!"

"Spine Gu"

The name is quite appropriate.

No, no.

Now is not the time to think about this.

Jon's eyes flashed.

He dropped his backpack and ran out without thinking, pulling 4068 beside him.

You would be a fool not to run at this time!

In the apocalypse, survival is the first priority.

It’s better to leave things like being a hero to others.