A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Under the moonlight, Abu, who was wearing a turban, quietly crawled out of his tent while the workers around him were asleep.

With the help of the flickering lights from the outer sentry tower, he found a relatively secluded place and carefully took out the crumpled letter paper and half a pencil from his arms.

Hua Hua Hua——

The pen tip made a unique sound when it landed on the rough paper. Abu looked sad and slowly wrote:

"Dear Agatha, today is the 13th day that I have survived successfully. I don't know how many days I have left to live. The thing on my chest is getting more and more painful, as if there are bugs eating my flesh and blood."

"In this camp, time is the most unmentionable thing. Everyone can only lower their heads and work. When they are tired, they are not even allowed to drink water, and fruits and the like are even more extravagant."

"My lord Quetzalcoatl, the guys from the Spiritual Order are simply inhumane. They have betrayed their faith. I saw them kneeling before a skeleton with my own eyes."

"I miss you, dear Agatha, and I also miss my children. I wonder if you have received the money I sent before. That money should be enough... I hope it is enough for you and your children to have your own house. No longer do we have to crowd together with lazy people, waiting for the so-called 'relief' from the invaders."

"Forgive me for not being able to go back to celebrate your birthday with you. Dear Agatha, please pick out a pair of beautiful wooden shoes for yourself."

"While I'm away, you have to take good care of yourself and your children. By the way, I'd like to tell Maggie next door that I'm sorry that her husband and eldest son couldn't hold on, but the second son is healthy, too healthy. That young man He is as strong as an ox and has endless strength in his body."

"I think he might be controlled by that thing on his chest..."

"Forget it, don't say this, I have to go back immediately to avoid being discovered by them. Finally, may Quetzalcoatl bless you and me - I love you, Abu."

After writing the letter and folding it carefully, Abu carefully scanned the surroundings and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one was paying attention.

But at this moment, there was a rustling sound in the jungle behind him.

Abu was shocked.

It's not far from the camp, but it's the famous "cursed place" in East Balam. He must have seen a ghost!

"Who!" Abu asked tremblingly.

Hearing the sound, two black figures emerged from the trees.

Abu was shocked and took four or five steps back.

Fortunately, there was no danger coming.

With the help of the moonlight in the sky, he could barely see the other party's appearance.

A man with thin skin and tender flesh, black hair and black eyes. Although he was wearing coarse clothes and trousers, he did not look like a worker in the camp. Instead, he looked like the high-ranking Loen officers he had seen in the colonial area.

The other one, Abu, is more approachable.

The man's complexion was bronze, his expression was numb, and his eyes revealed deep exhaustion. He has thick hands and feet, and there are many calluses on his hands. He looks like he works hard.

"Co-worker, why don't you come out to pee even if you don't sleep at night?" The black-haired man said hello with a smile.

Abu was stunned for a moment, then put a finger to his mouth and made a 'shhh' sound.

"Keep your voice down. Do you want the guys from the Spiritual Religion to know that you're not in the tent?"

"What are you afraid of?" The black-haired young man shrugged, "If you don't tell me, I won't tell you. Who can know."

Uh...that makes sense.

For a moment, Abu was speechless.

At this moment, the dark-haired companion, the one with tired eyes, couldn't help but speak in a hoarse voice: "Stop talking, go back quickly, and avoid causing more trouble."

When Abu heard this, he understood the truth.

He suppressed his doubts and ignored the two suspicious people who suddenly appeared, and ducked back to his tent. Adhering to the idea that doing more is worse than doing less, I fell asleep with a lot of tiredness, and reunited with my dear Agatha in my dream.

I thought this matter would just go away.

Unexpectedly, Abu met the weird duo again the next day.

In the gravel field, he saw with his own eyes the black-haired young man swinging a sledgehammer and smashing the rocks into pieces!

Even those men who have been working as gravel workers for twenty years may not have this skill.

Abu secretly became concerned and silently recalled whether he had seen the other party before.

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't come up with a clue.

But looking at the people around me...

You seem to be familiar with that guy?

"Weird, really weird." Abu muttered to himself.

It was this brief absence that allowed him to be whipped by the supervisor.

The Spiritual Religion Group is really cruel when it comes to beating people.

And they are not ashamed of their tyranny, but feel extremely glorious

——Flogging the world in the name of God

I just don’t know whether this god is Quetzalcoatl or the recently emerged Skeleton God.

The heavy labor prevented Abu from thinking too much. He was like a silent ox, completing his work conscientiously.

The scorching sun in the sky, the muddy loess underground, the smell of sweat and stench, as well as stone powder and smoke floating in the air.

He was numb and his mind went blank.

Because only in this way can you feel better.

After working for six hours, at two o'clock in the afternoon, Abu had his second meal of the day.

By the way, the first meal is coarse cakes and salt water soup when I first wake up.

How long will such days last?

Abu stuffed his mouth with coarse cakes one bite at a time.

It tastes like sand.

No, even fine sand tastes better than this!

Abu sniffed and spit out the wood chips and stones in his mouth very naturally.

Although the original life was also bitter, as a family together, there was always joy in the bitterness.

And now...

Abu regretted taking the money.

But thinking that the money could help his family's life, he fell into an extremely tangled state in his heart.

Suddenly, some familiar voices sounded around me.

"Co-worker, it's you, what a coincidence."

Abu looked up.

But he saw that it was the black-haired young man who was very skilled in wheel hammering.

There was also a guy with a numb expression and a low sense of presence around him.

"What does it mean to meet each other thousands of miles away by fate? I didn't expect that you also work in a gravel pit... Since it is so fateful. Then let me introduce myself. I am Aqiao, and this is my cousin Ake." Calling himself Aqiao The young man from Qiao smiled and patted the shoulder of the person next to him, "Workmate, what's your name?"

Acho and Ake.

It sounds quite like the civilian style of Balang, but your appearance is a bit inconsistent...

Abu laughed dryly: "I am Abu from Tuji Village."

By the way, if the guy opposite is so suspicious and such an obvious thing, no one else has discovered it?

never mind--

No one else said anything, and he seemed pretentious by being so entangled in it.

They have all fallen here, and they are all miserable people.

Why are people suffering from misfortune? Why are people suffering from misfortune?

Abu sighed: "Brother Aqiao, you don't look like you work hard to make a living. Why are you so confused that you came to such a ghost place to make money?"

Aqiao smiled and said, "There is no way. My cousin is going to get married soon. Who will follow him if he has no money? As a cousin, I don't have any other abilities. I only have a handful of strength, so I can only exchange my blood and sweat for gold coins. "

gold?

Abu also laughed, shook his head and said: "You are funny. I have been working since I can remember, but after working for so many years, my son is 8 years old, and I haven't saved even a single gold coin."

"Isn't that right?" Aqiao raised his eyebrows, "Brother Abu, I see it on other people, so you didn't implant that thing?"

Upon hearing this, Abu's expression instantly became extremely bitter. He barely swallowed the coarse cake in his mouth. He slightly opened his sweaty clothes to reveal the bulge on his chest.

——It was a lump of something like a sarcoma, sucking tightly at his skin.

If you look closely, you will find that the sarcoma is beating slightly, like an external heart.

"Those people in the Spiritual Religion Group call this a gift." Abu lowered his voice: "I mean, with it, I can indeed do more work, and I don't get tired easily, but I don't know why, but it just feels... …emptiness."

After a pause, he added: "Many people who cannot adapt to this thing have died, and the gifts will be re-transplanted to others."

"It's normal, it's normal, survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest." Aqiao followed suit and also opened his chest, revealing the throbbing sarcoma, "Every gain must have a loss, just keep an open mind."

"Oh, you are so confused, how can you, a young man like you..." Abu shouted subconsciously.

Then I thought about it, I came here just to make money. As long as I have money, I can do anything, including selling my life.

Thinking of this, Abu didn't want to say anything. Although he still maintained the habit of writing letters, he also knew in his heart that these letters could never be sent out.

Seeing that Abu fell into silence, Aqiao and Ake did not seek any more topics.

The two sat down not far from Abu, talking quietly while stuffing their mouths with food that was worse than pig food.

"You see, ninety-five percent of the workers in this camp have been implanted with artificial death cells."

"The concept of cells is too advanced. It's better to use a simpler term."

"Then... everyone is an artificial death god. Perhaps the artificial death god is created by using humans as a carrier and experiencing despair."

"Okay, simple and clear."

When the seemingly dull Ake spoke, his eyes showed agility that was inconsistent with his appearance.

"The people here are so miserable." Aqiao smiled and took out a sharp wooden thorn from his mouth as if he had discovered a treasure. "You can use this thorn to kill the leader later. If you do If you are beautiful, I don’t mind adding 5 points to your final evaluation.”

Ake pondered for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "Is the final evaluation based on ten points or one hundred points?"

"Thousand-point system, for now." Aqiao replied with a smile.

The two people in the gravel field are naturally Jon and Klein.

As for Azik, Queen Shia, and Frank Lee who came from afar, they were nowhere to be found at this time.

Back to business.

Klein scanned the surroundings, glanced at the faces filled with lifeless energy, and clenched his fists, "The 'Artificial Death Sect' is basically a group of terrorists, even worse than terrorists!"

"You are very kind. I am very pleased. This shows that you have maintained your humanity very well. Keep it up." As Jon spoke, he suddenly spat out a small stone from his mouth. He wiped it on his clothes and handed it to Klein: "And this. In addition to the wooden thorns just now, don't forget to stuff this thing into the leader's... Well, stuff it wherever you like. .”

Klein remained silent.

After a while, he said to Jon: "Is the damage caused by artificial death permanent?"

"Theoretically, it's permanent." Jon nodded.

"Is there any way to eradicate it?" Klein asked very seriously.

"There is a way? There is." Jon scratched his chest, "This thing is equivalent to a simplified ritual. Since there is a ritual, there must be a way to break the ritual. By the way, have you committed your old habits again? No. Come and ask me anything, hey, he is a Sequence 3 Saint after all."

Then he said, "Well, if you can successfully save everyone in this camp, I will add 10 points to your final evaluation."

Hearing this, Klein twitched his lips and said, "Then I really thank you."

I don’t know who said, “A grain of sand of the times turns into a mountain when it falls on ordinary people.”

Klein had also seen the misery of the lower class people in Backlund East District, and he had even survived countless bills and debts. But no matter what period it was, the hardships he experienced seemed to be a common occurrence for these Bailang civilians.

Colonial rule and religion are like two huge mountains, almost crushing this continent.

Some people say that "The Fool" is a god who protects the poor.

Klein couldn't help but wonder, if the Gospel of Fools could be spread here, would the situation be improved?

certainly--

So far, he's just thinking about it.

After all, the belief in the God of Death in the Southern Continent has existed since ancient times.

And now, the power of the God of Death has fallen into the hands of the Goddess of Night. Strictly speaking, Klein is planning to compete with the goddess for followers...

Such a rebellious and unethical behavior can really be called "bringing up a filial son".

Shaking his head and suppressing the unreasonable thoughts in his mind, Klein thought about the solution to the artificial death god.

To put it bluntly, it was the first time that he faced an extraordinary event of such a large scale and involving such a wide range of things. He is not the Virgin, and he is not naive enough to think that he can actually save everyone. However, the more perfect the plan is, the more likely he can save one life and reduce one tragedy.

Fool, mistake, graft.

A few keywords flashed through his mind, and Klein had a general idea.

This is related to his early exposure to high-level Extraordinaries of this sequence and adjacent sequences. His eyes became brighter and brighter, staring at Jon's chest, and nodded slightly, as if in approval.

The corner of Jon's mouth raised, "What a boy, you actually set your mind on me? You have the guts! I think you should be prepared to get pregnant."

Upon hearing this, Klein's smile suddenly stiffened.

But the word 'pregnancy' brought him many new inspirations.

When there was no one around, he tentatively said to Jon: "Is it possible to gather these artificial death embryos in one place and form a more complete individual through grafting?"

Jon understood it as soon as he heard it, "It's a good idea, but it's a little difficult to implement. Can you handle it yourself? Make sure you agree in advance that although I will go with you, I won't take action unless necessary."

Klein imitated Amon and pinched his eyes: "Oh, I have my own way."