On a merchant ship on the East China Sea, a half-large boy with black hair leaned on the guardrail on the deck, facing the sea with his back towards the sea, as if he was asleep.

The boy was wearing a stand-up collar black trench coat with a white bottom shirt inside, and strangely tied with three belts. The top one was normal width, while the bottom one was slightly narrower, and the third one was only wide with fingers. One end of the three belts was connected together and the other end was loose. The lower body was a pair of black pants and a pair of black shoes. (See the cover for details)

Almost all over the body, but the white base shirt and fair face give people a unique temperament.

The most eye-catching thing is that I cannot hang my waist because I sit down, and I can only place the two swords on my legs obliquely.

Although I am not old, it gives people a feeling that it is not easy to get close to, so there are no one around me. That's right, this is Weir, who has been out of the sea for five days.

After learning the possibility of survival of the master, Weir set off with a bag. He did not learn from the survival programs of his previous life, but brought a lot of things, ignition utensils, salt and several seasonings, and medical supplies with needles and tweezers, and only a few, because Weir occasionally found that as long as he turned on the 'Thunder Mode', Weir's wound would not be infected at all, but would only get slightly inflamed, and healed in less than a few days.

Weir used to sail at sea and could play with laptops. Although sometimes there was no internet, he could also watch downloaded movies.

In the world of Pirates' technological talent and extremely strange, there is really no entertainment at sea. So Vir is so bored now.

He stood up, hung his swords back to both sides of his waist, and walked towards the captain's room.

Walking to the captain's room, Vill found a tall and thin middle-aged man and asked.

"I'm very anxious to arrive at 'Alabella' in a few days." Vill asked plainly at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"The guest is almost here. You will be able to reach 'Arabella' about this afternoon. Please be calm. We are already sailing straight towards 'Arabella'." The middle-aged man with a smile on his face replied politely.

Not to mention the reward of up to 100,000 Bailey, it depends on the child in front of me. A child so young went to a deserted island alone, carrying a sword with him, and was so rich in his actions. In this era when pirates were everywhere and life was as low as grass, middle-aged people had already learned what people could mess with and who could not mess with.

After hearing the middle-aged man in front of him, Weir turned around and continued to go to the deck to bask in the sun.

After Weir came to take over the Pirate World, he found that this place was different from some places that were used to watch anime.

Small characters and minions generally do not act like in anime, taking the initiative to die and provoke powerful enemies. No matter how you think about it, most of the pirates and navy at sea are people who have lived for more than twenty years. How could they be like in anime, with only a few years of IQ, and commit suicide, and then be beaten up by pain. Anyway, Vir has never seen it before.

When Weir came to the Pirate World, he was low-key at other times, except in the Sword Hall, because he was too weak before. He did not meet a very powerful enemy as soon as he appeared and finally counterattacked. Weir's purpose is to "develop vulgarly, don't be slutty".

Weir now has some strength. After hard training, Weir has grown into a swordsman.

In the afternoon of the same day, Vier was sent to 'Arabella'.

Looking at the deserted island in front of you, Weir felt that he might have to stay here for a long time, and he would not return to the sword hall until he felt strong enough. The master said, "I feel strong enough, come back, I will tell you all the secrets about the sword hall."

Sitting in the boat rowed by merchant sailors, Ville boarded the island.

After getting on the island, Weir was also confused and didn't know what to do first. After thinking for a while, he should get familiar with the terrain first. As he thought, he walked towards this small island that was almost completely covered by forests.

Walking in the forest, Vill looked around the forests. I don’t know if it was the climate or other reasons. The forests in Pirate World, no matter how large the area is, the trees are sparse, and only some vines climb on the trees. The grass under her feet, although they are all green, are very short, as if they can’t compete with the big trees for nutrients and can only reduce their height.

Because I was bored for several days, Weir, who was enjoying the forest scenery, suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him, and then his hair stood upright.

Even though Vir had already rushed forward as fast as possible and then drew his sword in the air with both hands, after landing, Vir felt his lower back position, first a numb feeling, then a sensation of pain. He had never suffered such injuries before, and felt that he was in shock.

The sneak attacker standing in front of him was a huge lion about its height and more than four meters long, and red blood was dripping from one of the lion's front claws.

It seems that Weir's reaction is not slow anymore. If he doesn't pounce, even if he is not caught in two quarters, he will become a bunch of rags.

The lion looked at the prey in front of him, licked his paws, and then looked at Weir even more greedily.

Weir held the sword in both hands and blamed himself for his carelessness. Such a big lion, he didn't hear any movement. He was really a flower in the greenhouse.

Although he is facing a crisis that may cause death, Weir feels strange, excited, and very happy. He smiles unconsciously, and feels that the wound on his lower back is not so painful.

Without waiting for the lion to pounce on him, Weir directly turned on the 'Thunder Mode', his body turned light blue, and the sword in his hand even turned silver blue. He rushed directly towards the lion.

Weir, who was highly focused, felt that his nerve reflexes, which were blessed with the "Thunder Mode", were surprisingly fast, and his body was not slow either.

He rushed to the lion and slashed at the claws that were drawn towards him. With one sword, he cut off most of the lion's front legs effortlessly. The long sword full of lightning made a sizzling sound when cutting objects. The sword in the other hand was not idle either, and slashed towards the other front legs of the lion. Before the lion could react, the two front legs had left it. The head of the lion, which had lost its front legs, approached the ground and was about to fall to the ground. Weir did not wait for it to fall, but crossed his hands and slashed the lion's head one left and one right.

With a gushing sound, the originally majestic lion has turned into three sections, with its head cut into two sections and its body section. Two broken front legs, one is right next to it, and the other has flew out a long way due to the force, and is lying alone in the forest.

Weir looked at the red and white in front of him, and the amount was very large. He couldn't help vomiting. It would be fine if he didn't vomit. He felt even more uncomfortable when he vomited. He smelled the smell of fishy and sweet blood, and his stomach felt even more uncomfortable, and then continued to vomit.

Although Weir vomited so hard that he did not walk away because of this, he sat on the lion's headless body and tried hard to adapt to this.

If you want to become stronger, it’s not just because of your strength. If you have good swordsmanship, you will sooner or later experience the taste of failure.

After adapting for a long time, he finally stopped vomiting. He picked up his bag, looked down, and walked away. Weir did not forget the knowledge taught by his master. After the battle in the forest, if a lot of blood was produced, it would be better to leave immediately. If Weir did not want to adapt to the smell of blood and the tragic scene, Weir would have gone away long ago.

While walking, Weir thought, I had seen the scene of slashing my brain. Should I be beheaded next time? Or cut my stomach open. That might be very tragic and can exercise the optic nerve.

Found a big tree, climbed up, and sat on a tree trunk with two sides in diameter. Vill took out the bag behind him, took out a needle inside, first disinfected it with fire, wiped it clean, put it on the wire, then looked at the small mirror behind him and began to suture the wound.

During this stitching, Weier realized a truth, that is, stitching wounds is definitely more painful than being caught and being cut, and he also has to make up his own mind. It is really troublesome.

Weir, who had sewn the wound, jumped out of the tree and continued to wander around. This wound was no longer a major injury to Weir's physique now, and only a scar was left in a few days.

This time, Weir's vigilance has improved a lot. Although he was not attacked, he encountered an elephant all the time.

The size of this elephant is similar to that of the previous life, so it was tragic and was cut off piece by piece for Weir who was in the 'Thunder Mode'.

After this bloodier battle, although Weir was still not very comfortable, he was not as happy as he vomited just now.

Among the pile of elephants' corpses, a large piece of elephant meat with good location was found. Weir continued to familiarize himself with the terrain.

After walking for a while, holding the bloody elephant meat in his hand, Weir found a good place.

This is a cave, the outside entrance is only one meter wide and two meters high. The interior space is also good, with a size of more than 20 square meters, which is simply a natural stone house.

When Vir entered this natural stone house, he found traces of human habitation, some tattered clothes, etc. But it was a long time ago, and it should have been left by the Navy.

He threw these rags out, then found a big tree that looked good, cut it down with a sword, then turned on the "Thunder Mode", and started to trim it with the sword in his hand, using the tree to make several buckets of water storage, barbecue grills, and finally made a wooden door for his temporary residence and small stone house to increase concealment, block wild animals, and also allow him to have a better rest at night.

Thinking of rest, Weir started to search in the forest, and finally found a very thick dead tree. He cut down with another sword and continued the pruning just now. This time Weir trimmed out a dry low bed and a small pillow.

I took all the things I made back to the small stone house. The sky was already red, and it was already evening. I took out my black pocket watch and looked at it at five o'clock.

Weir accelerated the speed, first fixed the wooden door to the hole to make the hole smaller, then lit the fire outside and started roasting like meat, sprinkling some seasonings from time to time. After a while, the fragrant question was about to ask, as a sure foodie, how could it be impossible to cook.
Chapter completed!