Pirates: The Strongest Justice

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In the gloomy and damp dungeon, there is a darkness so deep that it seems to be able to swallow everything.

"Stella...Stella..."

A young man who looked to be in his twenties was huddled in the corner of a dark dungeon, mumbling to himself. His eyes were dull, his face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and his body was in tatters. His skinny body was like a candle in the wind, falling down when blown. , only one head of gray-green hair is more conspicuous.

It was dinner time now, and some rotten leaf cabbage and fly-infested steamed buns were placed haphazardly in the center of the dungeon. However, the boy ignored the hunger in his stomach and just chanted the name over and over again. Occasionally a few tears flowed from his red eyes.

"Hey! Don't you want to eat?"

The slave in the same cell grabbed the food on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth while looking at the young man in the corner and asked.

"Newcomer?"

A hoarse male voice came from the darkness, and a tall man walked out following the voice. Through the faint moonlight coming from the cracks in the wall, one could vaguely identify a man who was nearly forty years old. His eyes were calm, and he did not look like an ordinary slave. of sluggishness and despair.

"Ang~ My name is Corey. I was captured not long ago."

Corey scratched his head in embarrassment and reluctantly handed over the food in his hand.

"Are you hungry? I can give you these..."

"Hey~ I can't eat these garbage things, so I'll give them to you."

The middle-aged man did not accept it, but sneered disdainfully.

"What's wrong with him? He's so thin. Why doesn't he eat anything?"

Corey did not immediately deal with the food in his hand. Instead, he pointed at the young man with gray-green hair in the corner and asked doubtfully.

"Don't worry about this guy," the middle-aged man glanced at the grey-green young man who was still mumbling to himself, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, "This guy's name is Tezzolo, it seems like five years ago, oh no , who came here six years ago. When he first came here, he clamored all day long that he wanted to find a woman named 'Stella'."

"Hey! Guess what happened in the end?"

The middle-aged strong man asked Corey in a wicked way.

"I don't know, that woman must be dead, otherwise he wouldn't be like this."

Corey guessed with some uncertainty.

"Bingo! That's right, the woman named 'Stella' was bitten to death by a wild beast in the Celestial Dragons arena five years ago. Since then, this guy has become like this crazy person."

It seemed that a sad memory was brought up once. The originally dull eyes of Tezzolo, who was curled up in the corner, fluctuated slightly, revealing a touch of paranoia and madness in his eyes.

"Moreover, I am a slave in the arena, and I happened to see this scene. Laozi saw this guy from being energetic at the beginning to being numb and sluggish now, Mad!"

As he said this, the middle-aged man cursed angrily, whether he was scolding Tezoro for his stupidity or the Celestial Dragons' cruelty.

After hearing about Tezzolo's experience, Corey felt pity and wanted to go over to comfort him. However, after looking at Tezzolo, who was exuding a smell of "no strangers" and his stomach that was constantly urging, he hesitated for a moment. After hesitating, he sat down cross-legged, picked up the food on the floor and continued fighting.

"Kid, hurry up and go to bed after eating. There will be heavy labor waiting for you tomorrow morning, unlike Laozi...hehe..."

"What are you doing in the arena?"

Corey was a little curious when he heard this. The middle-aged man had mentioned that he was a slave in the arena before.

"Haha, what can we do in the arena? Of course we can kill each other for the fun of those bastard Celestial Dragons!"

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man found a haystack and lay down. The arena sounded very exciting, and it felt like a dream place for all men, but... Mariejois's arena was only for those boring Celestials. Dragons just adds a little bit of fun to the bloody slaughterhouse.

The middle-aged man not only has to face different slaves as opponents every day, but sometimes one of the Celestial Dragons may be interested in a human-animal war. It can be said that he walks on the edge of death every day. He does not have the time or energy to be like Tezo. Luo felt so sorry for himself, even though his son and even his wife died at the hands of the Celestial Dragons.

There is hope only when you are alive...

After a while, a man's snoring came from the dungeon, and Corey quickly ended his fight with the food, looking at the dungeon fence with a somewhat hollow look in his eyes.

Free?

Corey was a little distracted. He was still young, and he didn't have an unforgettable hatred for the Celestial Dragons. His slave life was not very long, only a few days, and he didn't have much desire for the freedom that others said.

"Perhaps it would be nice to spend your life here like this..."

Corey thought with some self-deprecation that anyway, for him who had no friends, it would be the same wherever he went. Mariejois could still give him a bite to eat, and maybe he could also meet the legendary world nobles Celestial Dragons.

Corey's hometown is in the West Blue, a sea area where gang culture is prevalent. He was caught on a slave ship and sold here. Like most ordinary people in the pirate world, he has never seen a real Celestial. Dragons, I only have a vague understanding of them from other people's mouths. Some people hate them, some people yearn for them, and some people are dismissive of them.

Suddenly, just when Corey was in a daze, a flash of fire forced his way into his sight that was originally swallowed up by darkness, and the fire spread faster and faster, as if it was about to break the night and become the horn before dawn!

Corey suddenly woke up, jumped up from the ground, and shouted loudly.

"It's burning! Has Mariejois been invaded?"

Corey was a little unbelievable. Among the people of the world, Mariejois was the residence of the descendants of the God of Creation. How could anyone invade this so-called holy land?

"Um?"

The middle-aged man who had just fallen asleep was awakened by Corey's call. He subconsciously looked at his surroundings, and his attention was quickly attracted by the fire in the distance.

Can go out...

A trace of resentment flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he clenched his stretched palms tightly, with large veins protruding on his arms. His eyes were a little red, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

As if he had made some important decision, the middle-aged man let out a long sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his body, but his eyes looked towards the thick wall, as if through the obstruction, he looked at a place in Mariejois. The palace, that is... the residence of the Celestial Dragons.

Tezzolo in the corner also made some movement. He moved his limbs a little stiffly, and there seemed to be a touch of life in his eyes, as if a person had faith, or obsession...