Pirate: Eternal

Drizzling

Far away from the town and coming to the coastline, it started to rain gradually, and the sea breeze blew in front of her, making Ozma's body feel cold and her heart even colder.

Since his birth, Ozma has long been accustomed to nature's wind, rain, thunder and lightning because of his huge size, but for some reason, the light rain at this moment made him feel extremely cold.

Maybe, it's really heartbreaking.

After getting along with each other for a month, Ozma really had the idea of ​​​​taking root on this island. He really treated the townspeople as family members.

But for now, it seems that this is just wishful thinking on his part.

Ozma lowered his head and sighed, then walked towards the largest tree on the island. He planned to take shelter from the rain and think about where he should go in the future.

Because of his tall body, Ozma can cross tens of meters with a casual step. After easily climbing over several mountains, he came to the foot of the largest tree on the island.

This tree is more than [-] meters high. It is said that it was cultivated from a branch of the precious tree 'Adam', and is called the 'Son of Adam' by everyone.

This giant tree is the main source of income for the townspeople on the island. The branches are sent to auction houses around the world for sale under the name of the treasure tree 'Adam'. The leaves are huge and tough and are also processed into sails by the townspeople for sale. .

On weekdays, there would be more than a dozen townspeople guarding this place. Maybe they were all recalled to the town because of today's events, but it saved Ozma some trouble when he wanted to take shelter from the rain.

When he came under the tree, Ozma squatted with his back against the trunk and hugged his knees. The branches and leaves that covered the sky perfectly blocked the drizzle, giving him a hint of warmth in his cold heart.

"Uh...uh..."

Just when Ozma's eyes were becoming hollow and his thoughts were about to drift away, intermittent strange sounds came into his ears.

Ozma came back to his senses. The voice came from behind, the other side of the tree trunk. Could it be that there were people like him who had nowhere to go, hiding under the tree to express their emotions?

Immediately, Ozma put one hand on the ground, twisted his body and reached behind the tree trunk.

However, the sight that caught his eye caused his pupils to shrink suddenly.

It turned out that the guards did not return to the town, but were penetrated from bottom to top with thick wooden stakes like a barbecue.

The wooden stakes were erected, these guards were hung on the tips, and the corpses were slightly swinging in the wind. The bloody and cruel scene made people feel frightened just by looking at it.

Even Ozma, who is known as the descendant of the devil, is feeling extremely shaken at this moment.

"Uh...uh..."

Intermittent sounds reached her ears again, and this time Ozma could hear them clearly. They were the sounds made by her desperate resistance when her mouth and nose were covered.

Looking around, in the middle of the forest of wooden piles covered with corpses, a figure in black, more than three meters tall, was leaning over and hugging a guard from behind. He wrapped his arms around the guard's neck and stretched his hands to his face. The broad palm completely covered the guard's mouth and nose.

Ozma bumped into a murder scene, and the murderer was attacking the next victim!

"You know, there is no such thing as reincarnation of the soul after death. You will not go to heaven because you did good things during your lifetime, nor will you go to hell because you did bad things.

Because, after death, nothing will exist. Your consciousness will completely dissipate between heaven and earth, and your body will gradually rot and become covered with maggots.

You are about to die at this moment, and your body will be impaled and hung on a stake. Passing crows and other omnivorous birds will peck out your flesh, digest it, and then excrete it into feces.

Speaking of which, you are giving back to nature! "

The man in black bowed his head and leaned next to the guard's ear, his eyes revealed compassion, and his voice was low and steady. Although he was clearly doing a cruel thing to kill a life, he acted as leisurely as if he was talking to an old friend.

However, as he spoke, the guard who was already extremely frightened shivered even more violently. The crotch of his pants gradually became soaked, and a foul smell floated out.

Ozma, who witnessed all this, subconsciously stepped forward to stop him. He raised his hand in the air but suddenly stopped, closed his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

The life and death of the townspeople on this island have nothing to do with him.

Not long after, as the guard struggled and trembled for the last time, he completely lost his life. What awaited him would be the same as other guards, impaled by a stake and hung up.

After the man in black impaled the guard's body with a wooden stake and erected it, Ozma couldn't help but asked.

"Why did you kill them? And in such a cruel way?"

The man in black did not answer him in a hurry. He took out the bottle and poured out the wine to disinfect his hands while looking Ozma up and down.

The gaze made Ozma feel very uncomfortable, as if a murderer was choosing his next victim.

After looking at Ozma for a long time, or feeling unsure of how to win Ozma, the man in black changed his face and showed a warm smile, and introduced himself.

"Hello, my name is Apophis Vlad. I am currently 17 years old and [-] meters tall. I am male and I like women. I prefer hazy lace stockings to an unobstructed bikini... ."

This self-introduction that did not answer the question made Ozma frown. What does the current physical age of 17 mean?Could it be that this guy has multiple bodies?

Also, there’s no need to mention those weird hobbies!

After Vlad introduced himself, he didn't speak anymore. He just stared blankly into Ozma's eyes, as if it was your turn to introduce yourself.

Inexplicably, Ozma felt strange. His depressed mood was being distracted by the person in front of him.

"My name is Ozma, I'm probably in my 60s, and there's nothing else..."

Speaking of this, Ozma scratched his head. Compared with the other party's weird hobbies, he was too monotonous.

"Oh~!"

Vlad nodded, a meaningful smile on his face.

Being over 60 years old is already an old age for ordinary humans, but for the devil race, he is basically still a child.

That's right, kid!

The average lifespan of the giants is about 350 years old. As for how many years a demon can live, Vlad doesn't know, but it will definitely not be lower than that of the giants.

What a lie!

"Come on, come on, it's raining outside, let's sit under the tree and chat."

Vlad waved to Ozma, then took out a picnic mat from the bag on the ground and spread it on the dirt floor, then placed the meal and juice on it.

Perhaps it was because Vlad had his back to Ozma when he placed the food, so Ozma immediately relaxed her vigilance and sat down next to him.

After setting up the meal, Vlad sat cross-legged on the picnic mat and began to eat happily, completely ignoring Ozma's longing eyes.