The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Ah...? But... If that happens, all our goods will rot in our hands."

The scarred man's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He caught a glimpse of a tentacle wrapped around the steering wheel and another that had already opened the hatch of the gunpowder magazine.

He held his breath, as if he had made up his mind.

"Turn! Turn! Head for Hiyori Castle!"

The sea breeze suddenly became strong and the sails were filled in an instant.

The black hand transformed into tentacles that wrapped around every cable, and the entire ship turned at incredible speed.

Theresa closed her eyes again, listening to the panicked footsteps and the scarred man's hysterical shouting.

When the entire ship calmed down, a tentacle picked up the fallen pipe and politely put it back into the trembling mouth of the scarred man.

Theresa leaned lazily against the back of her chair, squinting one eye as she looked at the scarred man's dejected face.

"Why?" She tapped the deck with her toes. "Are you dissatisfied with your savior?"

The scarred man smiled bitterly and shook his head, his rough fingers rubbing the mottled scratches on the side of the boat. "How dare I, little bastard? It's because I wasn't ruthless enough that I ended up in this state."

The sea breeze lifted his greasy hair, revealing a new scar on his forehead.

That was last week when he was unloading cargo and was hit by a cargo box while trying to protect a new guy.

"You know what? While they were moving the last of the cargo, I could have weighed anchor and driven the boat away alone."

He made a gesture of counting money and said, "All the profits from this way are mine alone."

"This is a really wicked idea." Theresa said lightly.

"Yeah...but someone did it before. Fatty and I were left on a deserted island like that."

The scarred man looked at the rolling waves in the distance and said, "What are you talking about? There's a gem that we haven't taken yet. If we get it, it's ours."

From the other end of the deck came the sailors' laughter.

The fat man was performing a clumsy comedy, making several young people laugh.

Among them were accountants who had been expelled from the Chamber of Commerce, slaves who had escaped from plantations, and some disabled people.

Everyone has scars left by the land world hidden in their eyes.

"So... these losers can't survive on land, so let's go out to sea!"

The scarred man turned to Theresa and spoke softly so that only she could hear it.

"So, Auntie..."

The scarred man's voice suddenly became tearful. He knelt on the deck with a plop, and his rough hands tightly grasped Theresa's sleeves.

Theresa's arm, which was supporting her chin, stiffened slightly, and her brows furrowed unconsciously.

"Please take us in!" His face was covered with snot and tears. "There are too many of us now. If we encounter danger, we won't even have the resources to save anyone!"

Theresa unceremoniously pressed the sole of her boot against his tear-stained face and pushed it back in disgust.

"How filthy! You wanted to kill me at first, but now you're pretending to be pitiful?"

She thought this guy was going to make some grand speech, but after holding it in for a long time he ended up doing this?

Theresa rolled her eyes, stretched out her black hand, and wiped her wrinkled cuffs with a handkerchief rolled up with its tentacles in disgust.

"Woo woo woo... Life forces me, auntie!" The scarred man slumped on the deck. In this world, as long as someone is stronger than us, they will be kicked out in minutes..."

"Then become stronger?" Theresa interrupted impatiently. "Why not make yourself more valuable?"

The scarred man suddenly fell silent.

He wiped his face and revealed a smile that was uglier than crying: "It's easy for you to say, Auntie..."

The deck suddenly became quiet, everyone stopped moving, and the fat man rubbed his hands in confusion.

"Without a way to make money, how can you improve yourself? Improving yourself also requires capital. Even if you go hunting, you have to buy a decent weapon, right?"

The scarred man's voice suddenly became very soft.

"For people like us... we're lucky we didn't get kicked to death."

Theresa's fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest of the chair.

Black Hand quietly rolled up an account book that had fallen on the deck, on which was densely written everyone's share.

This is the planned share of each person's income after selling this batch of goods.

Unexpectedly, the scarred man's share was the same as theirs.

Improving yourself also requires capital...

Then, will her existence make those who work hard to become stronger every day a joke?

The sea breeze suddenly became gentle, blowing away the frozen silence on the deck.

Theresa stood up, her white hair gilded in the sunset.

"I'll arrange it."

Theresa's voice was soft, but it instantly quieted the deck.

The scarred man raised his head blankly, the tear marks on his face still not dry, shining funny in the sunlight.

"I know someone who can get them to take over this shipment."

She turned around, and the sea breeze blew her white hair into a flutter.

"Of course it's for my sake, but how much it can be sold for in the end depends on your own ability."

"Really, really?!"

The scarred man suddenly jumped up, the scar on his face red with excitement, "Brothers! Why don't you thank me quickly!"

"Thank you, aunt!"

"My aunt is so kind and virtuous!"

Shouts erupted on the deck. Although the men were confused as to what was happening, they cheered as they saw their leader suddenly beam with joy.

The fat man even threw his hat into the air excitedly, but it was blown into the sea by the sea breeze.

"What the hell is that name..."

Theresa held her forehead helplessly and turned to lean against the side of the boat.

The sea breeze gently brushed through the tips of her hair, bringing with it a salty and cool feeling.

She looked at the outline of land gradually emerging in the distance, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up.

People who are alive should always help each other.

Anyway, there is my brother at home who has so much money that he just wants to give up.

Rather than giving others a discount, it is better to give your own family a discount.

Theresa's eyes swept over the busy figures on the deck.

All they lack is an opportunity.

The gears that keep this world running have long been rusted.

How many people have great abilities but are trapped in the quagmire of their birth; how many talents are buried in the gutters of the slums without even the chance to blossom.

She also knew why the scarred man was so happy.

He was not crying because he couldn't sell the goods, but because he was thinking about the future.

He knew clearly between having enough food every day and not having enough, and the appearance of Theresa gave him an opportunity.

"Thinking about the future, huh... Future, oh future, none of us have a bright future, because this world isn't pretty at all!"

Theresa spread her arms and greedily breathed in the sea air.

"Now... let me settle the accounts."