Pirate, I am the demon fox that brings disaster to the world!

At the bottom of the deep sea, in darkness where even light cannot reach, a rather dilapidated ship has been cruising this sea for eight hundred years.

In the past eight hundred years, countless pirates have been born on the sea, and many of them were famous and dominated one side. But no matter who they were, their ending was no exception. They had only one destination, and that was to sink to the bottom of the sea.

All the wealth on these pirate ships, those treasures that still glittered even in the deep sea, were swept away by the tentacles and secretly collected.

No one knows the purpose of this ship that has been cruising the sea for a long time, or even if someone knows, it is a secret that cannot be revealed.

But there is one thing that everyone in the world knows very well, especially for the people in the New World, it is a widely circulated legend -

That is, all ships approaching it will be swept up by terrifying whirlpools, and all their treasures will be dragged into the bottomless sea. It is a pitch-black ship, hanging with tattered black sails, and even the doldrums cannot stop it from moving forward.

The owner of the ship is said to be a man covered in burn marks. Some even say that he stole the last piece of historical text from Fishman Island, and the key to the final island has long been in his hands!

"Gulp gulp—splash—"

In the quiet seabed, there was a slight sound of flowing seawater. Through the vague shadows, it seemed that several huge figures could be seen swimming slowly. They were giant island whales from the West Sea.

Because of his high intelligence, he was tamed by the owner of the ship and used as a means of transportation. Thanks to the huge space inside his body, he can even step on the "ground" for the first time in a long time and bathe in the fake sunshine.

"Hoohoo! Hoohoo! Eight hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. I, a prisoner trapped in an underwater cave, am finally about to make it out..."

You should also feel relieved about this, right? Junior?"

In the huge study, there were piles of newspapers, many of which were already covered with dust, but the one in front of the other party was brand new.

I saw several moving tentacles pick up a newspaper and spread it out in front of the man. Through a pair of reading glasses, the man narrowed his eyes, as if he saw some interesting news.

"Haha! Old man, have you finally admitted that you are a prisoner?

It's such a pity. It's ridiculous that I used to regard you as my idol, but who knew you were just a loser as well!

What? Did someone in the future finally inherit my ambition, successfully conquer Mary Geoise, and help you kill that bitch?

That is truly cause for celebration!"

Hearing the man's words, a loud laugh soon came from the side. Looking through the dim light, I saw a man with two-toned hair carelessly putting his legs on the desk, his naked upper body revealing his muscular body. Although his face was rough, it was still domineering.

However, one thing that was quite concerning was that the other party was exuding an obvious smell of corruption. Even though he looked much younger than the other party, his physical condition was very different.

"Huff, huff, huff~ We're about to escape this disgusting ocean. It's no big deal to admit your rude words. After all, I did fail back then. But unlike you, I still have plenty of time to wait. Hundreds of years have passed, and now I've finally got the chance to start over..."

At this point, the old man looked sideways at the man with a strange expression.

"Don't forget, kid, the reason you can still stand here and imagine someone inheriting your ambition is thanks to my help.

If I hadn't rescued you from beneath that broken island, your ambition would have vanished like so many others who had overestimated their own capabilities.

Do you really think the World Government is that easy to deal with? Just relying on your chaotic pirate group?"

The old man's merciless words made the man's face darken instantly, but he was reluctant to say more because what the other party said was indeed the truth. Decades ago, this body should have been thrown into the sea to feed the fish. No one could have thought that he could survive until now, not even that arrogant bitch.

"Tsk! So what was your purpose in saving me? Staying here for decades is practically the same as being dead!

"Do you really want me to be your subordinate, old man? Don't be ridiculous! I won't submit to anyone!"

He tried his best to suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart. If his life and death were not in the hands of the other party, the man would have completely turned against the other party long ago. The feeling of being frustrated that the initiative was not in his own hands almost drove the man crazy!

"Hoohoo~ Young people are indeed impetuous - let's be honest, kid, according to the contract, everyone who can start over here only has fifty years.

Although some people have been able to board this ship in the past, I never looked down on them. Once the deadline was up, or I got tired of them, I would just throw them into the sea to feed the fish."

The old man said this carelessly, his tone almost arrogant.

"But you're different. You should be thankful that you're lucky enough. Not only do you possess unrivaled strength on the ocean, but you also happened to fall into the sea. That's why I've expended all my energy to bring you back to life, and even tried my best to preserve your strength..."

The battle on that island must have been tough, right? After all, from the beginning to the end, it seemed like you were fighting alone, and those so-called accomplices were either up to no good or just plain stupid.

You possessed such prowess that you defied all odds, yet you ultimately became a mere stepping stone for a young sailor's rise to fame. Wouldn't you be willing to accept this? Wouldn't you want to reappear in their sights and remind the world of your legendary fame?

Don't you want to... continue your unfinished ambition?"

The old man's words were like sharp thorns, piercing the man's heart bit by bit, as if reminding him of the failure he was unwilling to admit.

"Hahaha... So, this is a sympathy between fellow losers? Old man, hundreds of years in prison haven't eroded your resolve. I guess your failure must have left a deep impression on you!"

Suppressing his resentment deep in his heart, the man spoke in a low voice, looking at the old man in front of the desk with a look of both sarcasm and empathy.

"Oh, loser... I like this name. It always reminds me of the fire that fell from the sky and the betrayal of that woman!

Unforgettable... That's right, how could I forget it? I can never forget it!

Muttering in a low voice that only he could hear, the old man continued to focus his attention on the newspaper.

"Signpost, signpost... Thanks to that kid named Roger, everyone is aware of the existence of the Final Island. Otherwise, it would take forever to collect those red stones, and I, an old man, would have to stay here for who knows how many more years..."

Things are changing. One person's immortality does not mean that a force can exist forever. He has seen that the new owner of the fruit's ability, even through a bounty order, can feel the other party's youthful vigor and optimism, just like the man who brought laughter back then.

At the same time, he also saw that Mary Geoise could no longer tolerate the pirates of the New World continuing to trample on the authority of the government, and was planning to join forces with other pirates to counterattack the New World.

Although that was bound to be the conspiracy and calculation of Nerona (Im's surname), the fact that he could make such a move also shows how chaotic the ocean is now.

"They will definitely come. Whether it's the so-called Pirate King title or the secret of the Final Island, as long as they want to go to Raftel, they will definitely need the last signpost!

This was the reason why I took the stone from my hometown.

So, faster, faster!

Freedom is right before our eyes. The anger that has been suppressed for hundreds of years is about to burst out! Nerona!