Pirates: The Life of a Salted Fish Broken by Roger

“In the long course of history, it has been proven time and time again that people are the most unstable factor in the world…”

The history teacher in the classroom took the trouble to repeat his opening remarks countless times.

Some of the students below are sleeping, some are stealing snacks, and some are picking out their noses...

The afternoon sunlight, which was not considered warm, struggled to pass through the leaves, through the window glass, and finally shone into the classroom in a wandering manner.

However, everyone turned a blind eye to this afternoon's hard-earned gift.

All the students had long been tired of the history teacher's confessional lectures. They would rather listen to the birds chirping outside the window than cooperate with this unshaven old man.

However, there was such a person in the classroom.

He was wearing a clean white shirt, with a head of shredded hair that looked as sharp as the moonlight, and his eyes were wide open, staring at the history teacher on the podium.

Every word, even a frivolous tone of voice, is so crucial to this attentive little boy.

"Teacher." The little boy finally couldn't suppress his inner excitement and raised his hand to call the historian who was immersed in his own thoughts.

"Huh? Is it you again? Vegapunk! Just say whatever you want to ask."

When the history teacher saw the little boy raising his hand, he frowned and said perfunctorily as if he was caring.

He didn't want to answer the boy named Bega Punk's question at all.

This kid's questions are always so tricky that it's hard to answer them. I really suspect that he asks them deliberately to make things difficult for the teacher, but every time he listens more carefully than everyone else.

"Teacher, where do we come from and where are we going?"

Vegapunk put his hand in his mouth and asked obsessively. To be honest, this question had been fermenting in his heart for several days, and he was eager to know the answer.

He himself had made various inferences, but they were quickly overturned by him.

This is undoubtedly a very simple question, but also the most complex question.

The historian put down the chalk in his hand and stared at Vegapunk closely, as if he wanted to find the cornerstone of this question from this obsessed face.

"Listen, Vegapunk! We come from the dust, and finally return to the dust." The historian spoke resolutely, and at the end he did not forget to add sternly: "Don't ask such questions again in the future!"

"But teacher, wouldn't this fatalistic statement be a kind of contempt for life?"

Vegapunk was completely immersed in his own thoughts, to the point where he couldn't extricate himself, and couldn't listen to other words at all.

"You picked up the word from somewhere and just used it in class. Do you really know the true meaning of the three words fatalism?"

The historian was spitting as he spoke, as if he wanted to mentally suppress his restless student.

"I just think what the teacher said is wrong, I have no other meaning." Vegapunk apologized in his own way.

He was naive and didn't know that this way of apologizing would be a huge insult to some aloof and arrogant elderly historians.

"Vegapunk! You are so shameless. You dare to deny the teacher. Do you think you already know a lot? Tell you that your measurements are not even one percent of the teacher's!"

The historian was shaking with anger and no longer cared about his dignity as a teacher.

The old, vague and solemn voice echoed in the classroom, bringing other absent-minded students back to their senses.

"Huh? Is get out of class over? It's so soon today."

The student who had just been woken up said in a daze.

"Shh, don't make any noise, that old man is getting angry."

"what's the situation?"

"It's not like that guy from Bega Punk is sick again!"

The students couldn't help but whisper among themselves, and the whole class became lively in an instant.

"Quiet, quiet!" The historian looked serious and knocked on the table.

The students below immediately stopped commotion, but some slight whispers could still be heard.

Then, the historian pointed at Vegapunk, who still looked innocent and seemed like nothing happened, and said angrily.

"You stand at the door, you are not allowed to come in to listen to today's class!"

Vegapunk was also very obedient and obediently left his seat and came to the door of the classroom. However, he did not stand there. Instead, he walked straight to the flower bed at the door and stared at the flowers in fascination.

"Teacher, Vegapunk is not standing at the door!" The students looked at Vegapunk's pitiful back. When they saw that he was not standing at the door of the classroom, someone started making a small report.

"Don't worry about him, he can do whatever he likes!" The historian didn't even look back, and continued: "Don't let your thoughts drop, let's continue the class."

The classroom soon returned to its usual dead silence.

But Vegapunk outside the classroom seemed to have discovered a new world.

"What beautiful flowers! It would be great if she could smile, but it's a pity that life gave her too little."

Vegapunk whispered to himself, and as he spoke, he felt deeply sorry for the flowers in front of him.

……

This is a long and thick island. Because it is located in the cold zone, it snows most of the time, but there are very few sunny days.

But even so, it still cannot resist the reputation of this island.

People here use knowledge and technology to fight against the cold of isolation, and do not lose in this battle with nature.

Various technological geniuses have emerged in endlessly, bringing many possibilities to human survival.

The unique technology has also spread to all parts of the world, profoundly affecting everyone.

People call this place the Machine Island, an island with breathing and emotions.

At this time, in an inconspicuous port, a young but energetic young man stepped off his broken boat with skillful steps.

"Aha! Finally we arrived at an inhabited island! I almost vomited after wandering around the sea these past few days!"

The young man scratched his head and complained mercilessly while looking at everything around him with joy and curiosity.

The bright feeling around him made him suddenly feel enlightened, and the depressed mood he had felt at sea for the past few days was instantly released.

"Oh! I can't help but want to drink two drinks!" He forgot about his form when he was so proud.

"Hey! Brother, is this your first time coming to Mechanical Island?"

Suddenly, a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks greeted the young man warmly.

"That's right, it's the first time I've set foot here in my life. It's really lively!" The young man put his hands on his hips, showing a brilliant look of embracing life.

"Oh! You are really lucky to have met me." The man looked at the young man proudly and confidently.

"What do you say?" the young man asked.

The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks secretly took out an object from his body, looked around cautiously, and then spoke to the young man.

"The exclusive out-of-print detailed map of Mechanical Island. Every road, every river, and every toilet on this map has been recorded in detail. With this map, you will be able to navigate the Mechanical Island like a fish in water without any obstruction, and you will no longer have to worry about touching it. I can’t tell the east, west, north, and south... Do you want one?"