days in the world of pirates

The world of pirates is a hierarchical world that is extremely unfriendly to civilians, but at the same time, it is a paradise for the strong.

God is unfair. Some people have great talents, while others have mediocre talents.

Just like Big Myim, one of the Four Emperors, he was so powerful that he destroyed a village of giants at the age of five, while some pirate minions may only have mediocre strength throughout their lives.

Likewise, God is fair. Everyone has 24 hours in a day, neither more nor less.

Whether it’s the New World, the Grand Line, or the Four Seas, no one’s day will be one second longer or less than anyone else’s.

Maybe people with talent and opportunities can become strong, but if you want to stand on the top of the ocean and look down on all the people, talent and hard work are indispensable.

Mohsen said that compared to hard work, I am not bragging, everyone here is my younger brother.

In the year 1509 of the Haiyuan calendar, it was the fifth year that Mo Sen came to this world. Since his adoptive parents were killed by pirates, the daily habits he had developed in the past three years have not changed. Except for the unshakable 5 hours of sleeping time every day, the rest of the time

Train myself.

Although the talent of his body is not bad, it is undoubtedly far behind those of the most powerful monsters.

Mo Sen, who only realized the truth that the strong can control everything after the tragic death of his adoptive parents, the blood and sweat he spent on becoming stronger cannot be measured by reason.

Becoming stronger is never accidental. There are countless people who have obtained powerful fruits but are just as weak as scum themselves.

Three years spent on becoming stronger and training oneself is equivalent to 6 or even 8 years for others. There is nothing wrong with being strong.

Just like the Navy branch calls him a monster, it just selectively ignores the time and sweat he spent on training to become stronger.

On the 188th day after obtaining the slippery fruit, Mawson had been living alone on this island for more than half a year.

On the top of the mountain, there was pouring rain accompanied by strong winds, and lightning struck from the dark clouds overhead from time to time.

Mawson had been exercising for an hour standing on the platform, holding the half-broken piece of 'Whisper' in his hand.

Starting from the basic knife postures, Mawson held the broken blade and started practicing one by one, just like a novice who just learned how to use a knife.

Different from before, every move he made was very slow, as if his movements were slowed down 10 times.

The strange thing is that even though he swings the knife slowly, the rain curtain in front of him will always be cut off for a moment when his knife cuts through it, and then new rain will fall.

In order to save trouble, Mo Sen had already shaved off his hair with a knife, leaving it like a buzz cut. The rainwater poured down his scalp.

I don’t know how many days ago, Mo Sen’s hair style was still a long ponytail. After taking a shower one time, her hair was left loose. From the reflection, she looked even more like a peerless beauty. If it weren’t for my flat chest, would you be able to tell whether I was male or female?

At this point, Mo Sen gave up his yearning for the modest, gentlemanly, gentle and jade-like appearance of ancient times. He was afraid that if things went on like this, he would bend himself again.

By that time, he had become a man who had come out as gay on his own, and Moson got goosebumps all over the place when he thought about that scene.

In the rain, Mo Sen's sword movements were no longer as systematic as one sword and one posture. He began to connect the sword movements together, and his speed became faster and faster.

Slowly, Moson closed his eyes, and different pictures began to appear in his mind.

Working hard in a corner of the playground, under the guidance of Colonel Franka, in the first battle with the pirate Red Eye, he was assassinated by a gun behind him, and a column of smoke suddenly rose above Hao.

Captain, Captain, there is someone on that desert island that is not on the map asking for help!

Oh, hey, hey, hey, what a lucky guy, turn to the desert island and set off!

What a nosy guy, boss.

Well, well, who says it’s not?

The ship turned, revealing the pirate flag that was blocked by the sail: a pair of crossed swords with red handles, above which was a skull - there was a red scratch on the left eye of the skull!

Tsk tsk, so scary!!