Pirates: Invincible At The Beginning

Grand Line, a certain uncharted sea.

A luxuriously decorated three-masted cruise ship, escorted by two giant warships from Naval Headquarters on the left and right, is rapidly heading forward.

On the top of the cruise ship, a flag with a gorgeous golden shield inlaid in the center is fluttering in the wind.

One can tell at a glance that this ship is not a pirate ship, let alone a merchant ship.

On the bow deck of the luxury cruise ship, a teenage kid in gorgeous clothes was riding excitedly on a strong man with a naked upper body crawling on his knees.

On the back of the strong man, there is a layer of gorgeous thick blanket, while the little boy is sitting on the blanket, holding the rope extending from the man's neck with one hand, and waving the whip in his other hand , clasped the man's sides with his legs, and yelled loudly towards the front.

Like a heroic knight riding a horse.

Snapped--!

Snapped--!

Snapped--!

"drive!"

Every time the child waved his hand, the man under him couldn't help but tremble.

But the trembling was not very obvious, so the child didn't feel anything.

After a while, the man's back, bare parts, and buttocks were covered with blood-red marks, and some places were still seeping blood.

In fact, these scars are minor injuries to the man's entire body.

On the man's back and chest, there are more giant long wounds that have stuttered like centipedes.

Although his whole body was full of scars, there was no pain in the man's eyes.

It was as if his body was not his.

Although his body trembled slightly under the child's whip, his pupils were as calm as a deep well, gray, numb, and devoid of emotion.

Crash! !

Crash! !

The man's feet and hands were locked with chains, and the heavy chains rubbed against the deck, making a sound like running water.

Although it is soft, it is particularly harsh to the ears of those with a heart.

It's just that the people on the bow of the boat couldn't hear it at this time.

"Your Highness, this mount is okay!"

Beside the man stood a thin man in a black butler suit.

The man bent his waist, raised his head, and flattered the little boy on the man's back: "This mount is specially reserved for you by the king. It is said that this guy used to be the guard of a small town!"

As he said that, the butler stretched out his right foot, kicked the man, lowered his head, looked at the explosive muscles on the man's body, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

He doesn't like strong men, and thinks that those with muscles are barbarians.

"Guardian?"

The little boy became interested, he stopped waving the whip in his hand, and turned to look at the steward, "Steward, tell me quickly, since this guy is a guard, there should be more slaves in their village, why is there only one person?" .”

Hearing this, the man's body paused slightly, and a ripple appeared in his pupils like stagnant water, sparking a glimmer of light, but thinking of something, the ripple quickly calmed down, and the light disappeared, as if Did not appear the same.

The butler lowered his head, stared at the man, and kicked the man again.

"This guy's village actually hides wanted criminals. When the king found out, he reduced all the people in the village to slaves. Except for this guy, everyone else was sold off of course!"

After finishing speaking, the butler raised his head, looked at the child, and said with a sneer, "Your Highness, you said that this guy is funny enough, but he still wanted to resist. After being caught, he was severely taught by the king for a long time, so he is honest."

"Oh……"

The little boy's interest came and went even faster. He was only interested in slaves, and when he heard that there were no other slaves, he lost interest immediately.

He turned his head and continued to swing the long whip.

Snapped--!

...

The housekeeper looked at the child's back, then lowered his head, looked at the man, an inexplicable smile flashed in his eyes.

Of course not all the slaves were sold!

His Highness is still too young for some things, without the king's permission, he dare not talk to His Highness privately about women's affairs.

...

Below the deck, in a luxurious room, a group of people in gorgeous clothes were standing behind a middle-aged man wearing a crown.

At this moment, they all stared at the big turntable in front of them excitedly.

"I guess it's the head this time."

A fat man withdrew his gaze, turned his head to stare at the back of the man wearing the crown, and flattered loudly: "With His Majesty's aim, this knife will definitely hit."

"Hahaha!! You don't need to say that the king's throwing skills are the best in the country!"

The crowd immediately responded loudly.

Their Majesty the King was staring frantically at the front, raised the knife in his hand, and threw it forward vigorously.

Whoosh!

The flying knife moves forward quickly.

puff--!

He inserted it without hesitation, and the arm of a masked man tied to the big turntable in front of him.

"what……"

Ultimate's pain made the masked man couldn't help but yelled.

"Hahahahaha... I missed the shot!"

The king turned his head around, listening to the masked man's shouts, as if he heard the most beautiful voice in the world, his eyes flashed with morbid joy, and his face flushed.

"Bring the knife."

The maid kneeling next to him quickly knelt forward and raised the tray in her hand.

The tray was full of knives.

"Haha!! The turntable must have moved just now, which made the king miss the shot. This time he will definitely hit it."

"Hmmmm!!"

Everyone nodded quickly.

The king reached for a pocket knife and threw it away without aiming it.

Whoosh!

"what……"

This knife still missed.

Hearing the cry, the joy in the king's eyes became heavier.

"kill me."

The man on the turntable couldn't bear the torture of Ultimate any longer, he leaned forward and struggled crazily.

"Kill me, I beg you to kill me."

"what……"

"wanna die!"

The king and ministers looked at the man on the turntable with crazy eyes and flushed faces.

"Where is this, it's still far away!"

"Hahahahaha..."

The king reached out, continued to take the knife, and continued to shoot.

After a while, the man's body was full of knives, and his screams became smaller and smaller, and finally he couldn't scream anymore. He shook his head and fell limply on the turntable.

puff--!

Another knife was inserted into the man's thigh.

This time there was no shouting, and the madness in everyone's eyes receded.

"Boring."

The king put down the knife in his hand, turned around, walked through the passage made aside by everyone behind him, and walked towards the door.

"Go, next show."

The guards waiting on both sides of the turntable stood indifferently from the beginning to the end, until the king put down the knife in his hand, then they quickly untied the man on the turntable, and then lifted him up like a Like a dead dog, he quickly walked out of the room.

Obviously, they have long been familiar with such a scene.

The action is professional and skilled.

After the guards walked out of the room, the maid in the room quickly picked up the water basin at the side, knelt on the ground, and skillfully cleaned up the Bloodline on the ground.

After a while, the luxurious room returned to its original appearance, as if the inhumane incident just now had never happened here.

But from the strong smell of blood that kept coming out of the room, one could know that everything just now was not an illusion.

And this room is just one of the rooms in this ship.

After leaving the room, there is a brightly lit aisle, and in the aisle, there are more rooms.

And each room represents a program.

The king led the ministers out of the room just now, hesitated for a moment in the aisle, and then pushed open a door without hesitation and walked in.

The room was pitch black, like a gate leading to hell.

And the king and ministers are obviously not heroes who came to fight against the devil.

The door closes.

After a while, another scream came from inside, but this time it was no longer a man's voice, but a female's.

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