Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 42 Fear

Behind the deck, various odds and ends were piled up haphazardly, along with wooden crates of varying heights. In addition, there were various rooms and platforms, making it difficult for an average person to move around.

But this wasn't a big problem for Yaro, since he already possessed the advanced 'Cat-Shaped Fist - Tree Climbing' technique, and given his small size and slender build, he could quickly pass through many gaps and openings.

To Yaro's surprise, the pirates were also quite agile, and they were quite fast at climbing over the debris.

"Watch out for his sneak attack!"

Relying on the difference in climbing speed, Yaro ambushed and counterattacked several times after climbing to a high place, killing several pirates in succession. The remaining pirates became much more cautious in their actions.

"Surround him and force him out!"

The pirates shouted without any attempt to hide their excitement. These people had basically never seen Yaro make a real move, so even though they saw that Yaro had ambushed several people, they all thought that Yaro would only launch sneak attacks.

This is also what Yarrow wanted to see.

He had to deal with these pirates as soon as possible. The siege ladders had already been set up, and even if he pulled out more than ten pirates, more pirates would quickly come to his aid.

Hidden around a corner, with his master-level 'Cat-Shaped Fist - Running' perception ability, Yaro could clearly sense that a pirate was slowly walking towards him from behind the wooden box he was leaning against.

three……

two……

One!

Shot!

The pirate, who had just taken half a step, felt a blur before his eyes, as if a dark shadow had flashed by. Just as he was about to retaliate, he felt a slight chill in his throat, followed by a metallic taste in his mouth.

pain!
Yaro delivered a fatal blow to the throat and retreated swiftly, completely ignoring the falling corpse.

Bang!

"who!"

"Go and see!"

Two pirates quickly arrived at the scene. Upon seeing the situation on the ground, their expressions changed slightly, and they looked around warily.

"Another brother has died. Everyone be careful of your surroundings!"

Yaro closed his eyes, focusing all his energy on his hearing and his ability to sense fur, slowing his pace and carefully navigating through the various objects.

He used to never close his eyes, because the eyes rely on visible light to detect the surroundings, and the speed of light is always faster than the speed of sound.

But now it's different. This place is Yaro's strongest battlefield because he doesn't rely on his eyesight. He can sense the surrounding movements simply by using the sensory abilities of the fur on his body!
careful?

is that useful?
Yaro sneered inwardly, gripped his longsword at an angle, opened his eyes only a slit, held his breath, and waited patiently for a moment.

When ambushing, he could no longer keep his eyes closed; he had to rely on his eyesight to observe the pirates' reactions and prevent himself from getting hurt.

Often, a wound on the battlefield is tantamount to death.

Swish!
two!

The knight's longsword in Yaro's hand was indeed worthy of being his grandfather's treasure. Even after killing so many people, and a thin film of grease and blood had formed on its surface, it had not affected its sharpness.

The sounds of clashing weapons, pitiful cries, and wild laughter echoed from not far away.

The low, muffled groans that occasionally echoed from this place were thus unintentionally masked.

The process went even more smoothly than Barrow had imagined!
After confirming several times that there were no living creatures, Yaro made some preparations.

The main task was to cut off the bandage on the right hand that was swollen from being soaked in blood, and then move some bandage down from the wrist and rewrap it around the palm.

After using his teeth to help tighten the bandage, Yaro spat out several times.

Just now, after biting him, he felt the blood from the bandage seep into his mouth, and a fishy, ​​foul smell lingered in his mouth for a long time.

Suppressing his nausea, Yaro used the corpse's clothes to wipe his knight's longsword, then crouched down and climbed back onto the platform, quietly making his way towards the deck.

……

Like a pack of skilled wolves hunting their prey, the pirates surrounded the weak flock, slowly but surely cutting away at the students, one by one.

Then—tear it apart, devour it!
Blood—is flowing.

Young heads were mercilessly severed, and innocent girls were cruelly dismembered.

Then, the pirates threw those broken limbs back at them with maniacal laughter.

"Haha! Here you go!"

"Little boy, catch him!"

……

The remains of their comrades continued to pound against the trainees' bodies.

They—fell in fear.

"No, I don't want to die!"

"Let's jump into the sea!"

"Jumping into the sea would be a death sentence!"

"Wizard Desi, save us!"

Yaro, perched on the high platform, silently watched all of this.

The scattered wreckage not only dampened the morale of the trainees, but also struck a chord deep within Yaro's heart.

What a massacre!

The target of the massacre was the boy who had been laughing in front of him just a few days earlier.

The wrist gripping the sword hilt twisted involuntarily.

Yaro hesitated. Although he had known for a long time that there would be a death test, when such a cruel and disgusting scene was suddenly displayed in front of him, his heart still couldn't help but tremble.

His emotions roared: Everyone has empathy. Just a few days ago, those teenagers treated him with respect, and they even spoke the same language he used in this life!

Look at them now!

They were being dismembered, torn to pieces in front of countless people!

It's a case of feeling sorrow for one's own kind!
His reason told him that he couldn't possibly repel so many pirates on the open deck, especially since the pirate captain, whose abilities he didn't know, hadn't made a move.

Yaro was afraid; he was afraid he would lose control and rush out in a daze.

In the past, he despised people who overestimated themselves, and he was afraid of becoming one of them.

At the same time, he could think of even more reasons.

For example, the college might not like someone who doesn't know how to prioritize.

For example: what's the point of saving them now, since they'll basically be separated later? Even if I put in all my effort, I won't gain anything.

For example: You've already pulled away so many pirates and wiped them all out; you can do as much as you have the strength.

He tried to come up with countless reasons to suppress his increasingly difficult-to-control impulse.

He kept weighing the options in his mind.

You need to think this through. Your action now could very well lower your score. Are you really willing to let your perfect score become flawed?

Would you trade your future for one or two lives?

As the old saying goes: "I would not pluck a single hair to benefit the world!"

"Waaaaah! I'm going to kill you all!"

Blood splattered, the boys were in tears and blood, still struggling to resist.

"Please let us go!"

Behind the crowd, the heartbroken boy knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Kill you!"

The fearless young nobleman ahead let out a desperate cry, suddenly grabbed a pirate's weapon, and without caring that his hand was pierced, viciously bit the pirate's throat!
Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the young nobleman charged out, and the boys' defenses collapsed completely, quickly being breached by the swarming pirates.

"You shall die!"

"Children, I love killing children the most!"

"Hahaha!"

"Knight's Potion! I need the Knight's Potion!"

It's a carnival.

"Look at this head, it's so beautiful, I'm going to keep it as a collectible!"

A pirate held a pale girl's head high.

Yaro instinctively turned his head to look.

Oh, it's Isa.

It turned out to be Isa.

It turned out to be Isa!

The room was filled with crying and vomiting.

The grateful look in someone's eyes when they receive help.

"Young Master Yalu, thank you for taking care of me the other day."

"Thanks to Young Master Yaro's kindness the other day."

"Otherwise, I might not have made it this far."

"Is this what my mother always talked about, the sunshine after the storm?"

Beneath the greyish-white coarse linen clothing, her fair and beautiful collarbone was visible.

Before Yaro's eyes, entrails and severed limbs flew about.

Aro's mind was racing.

It was as if an invisible force was tightly gripping his heart!
He was breathing—it was so hard.

His thoughts were in turmoil.

He was disgusted by his own cowardice.

Yaro, are you even worthy of the martial arts system in your head?
Do you have even a shred of courage?

Is your pursuit of power simply a desire to become like someone else?
With your appearance, it's no wonder the martial arts system can't be activated.

Wu!
What do you mean?
do you understand?

Yaro slowly rose to his feet.

His emotions roared: Kill!

His reason was telling him: Teacher Gemma was on the boat, and his mother must be hiding nearby. With Teacher Gemma there, and his mother there too, he would definitely not die!

Yaro's blood is not warm, but his heart is even colder!
Aro raised his sword and roared:

"die!"

(End of this chapter)