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50 – 3rd Floor, Coordinate Dungeon.

There is no owner of the sea on the 3rd floor.

The strong find the treasure at the right time and move up to the 4th floor, leaving only the weak to accumulate and accumulate.

There is no bold person who would step forward as the owner of the sea.

But that doesn’t mean it’s quiet.

“Open the gunports.”

“Fire! Break those b*stards’ ship!”

The weak struggle in their own way.

On the third floor, they expand their power and fight desperately to survive.

“Cough, cough. If we just sink their ship, they won’t be able to leave that island. They’ll be done for. How many years should we keep them locked up?”

The countless islands made that possible.

It wasn’t an easy task.

They had to create a village, a city, a nation from scratch.

They didn’t do it alone.

They banded together early on and combined their strengths.

Players with similar intentions gathered to form a mercenary group, which grew in scale to become a mercenary band.

They each took an island as their base and engaged in external activities.

They reached out to the sea and plundered resources from other islands.

They could be called pirates.

A year passed, ten years flowed by, and as much time as they spent on the third floor, their power swelled.

A pirate band bombarding Island 2-1,004.

The Skull Pirates successfully built a considerable force on the third floor.

“Let’s smash all their ships and land. Those who look useful will be taken as slaves, and the rest will be killed.”

“Captain, what should we do with the women?”

Miles, the captain of the Skull Pirates’ 16th division, smirked at the question from the lieutenant, who asked in a sneaky tone.

“What are you asking when you already know?”

“Heh heh. But what if I want to hear it clearly?”

“Alright. I’ll make it clear for you.”

Capture the pretty ones who seem like they’d make a good gift for the leader as intact as possible.

“…As for the average-looking ones, handle them as you see fit. Whether you enjoy it or not, it’s up to you.”

“And the men? What should we do with them?”

At the lieutenant’s additional question, Miles frowned and spat out a curse.

“Do whatever you want. You little gay b*stard.”

Boom—!

The ship anchored at the island sinks.

It was hit and partially destroyed by the shells they fired.

“Keep firing! Shoot all the shells we have on board!”

BOOM-!

* * *

BOOM-!

A loud noise echoed.

An explosion was erupting not far away.

I ran towards the direction of the sound.

BOOM-! BANG-!

On the coast, in the distance, a sailing ship could be seen.

It wasn’t just one or two.

There were enough to call it a fleet, all aiming at Island No. 2.

Lights flashed from the holes in the sailing ships.

The cannons were firing.

BOOM-!

They recklessly shoved shells into the island.

Not only the ships anchored on the island, but also some players fled to avoid the bombardment.

No player could withstand that bombardment with their bare body.

Even if there were, the moment they got a direct hit, their body would be a mess.

Blanco shouted.

The people who were floundering gathered around Blanco.

They were trying to respond somehow, but it was impossible no matter how you looked at it.

What could they do against naval guns?

Unless there were ports or defense facilities to counter the enemy ships.

This was Island No. 2.

Except for the magic stones and the dungeon, it was a backward island with no decent facilities.

It was practically impossible to stop the fleet here.

BOOM-!

“Move quickly!”

People flocked from the direction of the temple.

Seeing that Brian was running with them, it seemed to be Blanco’s team.

Among them, there were people who noticed me.

It was the elf who had been prickly earlier.

He didn’t care whether I was standing nearby or not.

He prioritized the imminent crisis over any wariness towards me.

“Elk. Quickly, the defensive magic!”

“Got it.”

One of the middle-earth beings shouted.

There was power in his voice.

Should I say it resonated in my mind?

‘Is he the captain?’

He was wearing a black hat that a pirate chief might use.

But underneath it was a silver breastplate.

It was incongruous.

Elk, who received the captain’s order, took out a staff from his inventory.

Then he cast a spell towards the relatively intact ship.

A large shield was summoned at the bow of the ship.

Boom-! Bang-!

The cannonballs pounded the shield relentlessly.

It looked precarious, as if it might break at any moment.

“It won’t hold for long!”

“That’s enough.”

Elk shouted through gritted teeth.

The middle-earth captain ran through the barrage of cannonballs.

If he made a mistake, he might be hit and killed instantly, but there was no hesitation.

He reached the ship.

But he couldn’t put the ship into the inventory immediately.

‘The bigger the ship, the longer the delay, huh.’

Three seconds.

Exactly as the shield was destroyed, he succeeded in putting the ship into the inventory.

He shouted.

“Retreat for now! Run!”

As soon as the ship disappeared, the enemy stopped their bombardment.

But that wasn’t the end.

They began approaching the island, seemingly intent on annihilating the Blanco team completely.

“To the other side of the island!”

The Blanco team seemed familiar with this situation.

They quickly changed direction and ran to the other side of the island.

Orcs, half-beasts, and elves all moved their legs without rest.

Of course, the enemy was also skilled.

Some formed a siege through the sea, while others landed on the island using small rafts.

Their speed was beyond imagination.

Since it was the Tower of Struggle, it couldn’t be compared to real ships.

“The third floor is intense too.”

I watched the situation of the two groups from a position close to the upper seat.

‘My raft suddenly feels too shabby.’

The ice spirit’s raft, carefully stored in my inventory.

I worried that with this thing, I might not even get near the third island.

‘I don’t think I can make something as grand as their ships…’

With my knowledge, the best I could do was a raft made of tied wood.

It was impossible to make a galley or a sailing ship like those seen in other media.

‘What if I steal one?’

It seemed much better than the option of struggling alone to make one.

But when I actually tried to plunder, a problem arose.

Guilt.

I felt a reluctance to take something from a player who had nothing to do with me.

Just a little.

But it was enough to make me consider other options.

‘They might unexpectedly be a good player.’

Like the Blanco team who gave me information.

“……”

I wiped my face with my sleeve.

It seems that washing with water would be more effective, but unfortunately, there was no time to spare.

Those who successfully disembarked scattered throughout the island.

They were trying to track down the Blanco team.

Some of them seemed to notice my presence and pointed at me with their fingers from the sandy beach.

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Commands were exchanged, and a few formed a team to chase after me.

I patiently waited for them.

“Keuhuh.”

Those who arrived after climbing the mountain.

Like the Blanco team, they were composed of a diverse range of races.

They surrounded me, chuckling as if to encircle me.

Their slow gait was filled with leisure.

“What are you doing here? Were you abandoned by those guys? Or do you have no boat to escape?”

“…….”

There’s a unique gaze.

A look that looks down on me.

They say you can only know the difference between long and short by measuring, but this gaze already thinks it has won without even measuring.

“You look quite pretty for a human.”

A man with missing front teeth licked his lips.

In that moment, an indescribable discomfort swept through my body.

It was a discomfort I had felt before.

“…You. No way.”

“Slurp. Don’t worry too much. I can make it painless even if it’s your first time.”

He had eyes similar to the male coach who had subtly groped my body.

“Ahh.”

It’s not just once or twice.

Him, of course, but the others too.

They are the kind who feel no guilt in violating others.

Thank you.

Thanks to you, I guess I won’t have to feel guilty.

First strike victory.

I spewed the Hatchling Breath forward.

The opponent hit by the flames takes approximately 50,000% fire elemental damage.

Fwooosh-!

Though named Hatchling Breath, its range is wider than expected.

It’s not easy for most players to dodge.

“Gyaaah!”

The guy who had been eyeing me with a sinister look, as well as the ones behind him, were all annihilated.

[Absorbing the soul of Sanders (Middle-earthian).]

[Agility increases by 0.01.]

[Absorbing the soul of Ravi (Citizen).]

[Intelligence increases by 0.01.]

Soul absorption.

Stats are rising steadily….

‘Wait a minute.’

The enemy group is composed of various races.

[Absorbing the soul of Kriton Bari (Serpentius).]

[Agility increases by 0.01.]

Among them was a ferocious half-man, half-beast.

Serpentius.

Judging by the fallen player, it seems to mean snake head.

‘Why are my stats only increasing this much?’

The wolf-headed Lunacolis gave me 0.03.

The strongest-looking one among them gave me as much as 0.05.

But the snake head only gives 0.01?

It would be a lie to say I wasn’t expecting more.

I couldn’t hide my disappointment.

‘Didn’t even get a single skill.’

A futile result for killing a dozen people.

I shook my head.

Anyone watching might think I killed people just for stats and skills.

‘The problem is they attacked first.’

I left the dead behind and descended the mountain.

I hurried my steps to steal the anchored ship.