Pirate Devil Creator

Dramatic story buried in the ruins of Salerno College——

The creator of ancient writing, Etruria, originally entrusted his apprentice Akane to send it to "Senior Neferutari". However, an earth-shaking turn took place.

Disciple Chi Jin is suspected to be a supporter of the other camp.

In the secret compartment of the abandoned archives, Narcissus discovered a stone box made of the same material as the historical text.

Originally, a key was needed to open it, but Narcissus used the teleportation bracelet to build a channel. He did not complete the teleportation, but only took out the contents.

Inside, Narcissus found Etruscan letters, a thick stack of manuscripts, and a thick notebook.

With only the intercepted letter, Narcissus couldn't figure out who had left it.

Thanks to his boss's sharing of information, he had already guessed that the "little disciple Akahibi" mentioned in the letter was actually Kozuki Akahibi.

In addition to letters, the stone box also contains manuscript materials related to the creation of ancient texts. By understanding the creative ideas, Narcissus has acquired the ability to simply translate ancient texts.

He turned his attention to the thick notebook.

The condensed firelight was beating, and in the ancient archives room, the ground wind was blowing, and murmurings were heard.

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Olivia pursed her lips in boredom.

This is a book——

Confessions.

"I leave here the crux of the big mistake I made in my early years, leading the historical truth to the final destination.

——Guangyue Red Hibiscus"

Red Hibiscus…

Olivia half-raised her eyelids, thinking in her heart.

Fusang tree, also known as red hibiscus.

According to legend, Fuso is the place where the Sun Bird rests.

Sun Bird...

Does this mean that he regards himself as Joyboy's retainer?

It seems... that the Kozuki family's family crest started from this person.

but--

Now that you have betrayed me, why did you still think of writing such a thick confession?

Who is the key for?

Throw it in a dark corner like this, who do you expect to find it?

Really...

It's extremely hypocritical and disgusting.

Olivia leaned back on the ornately carved chair and roughly guessed the direction of the story in the world of pirates.

"Tsk!"

"If that's the case, no wonder it's called 'laughtale'."

She sneered pointedly.

If you guessed it correctly, in the final place, Ravdru, there is another kind of historical text.

What is recorded is the real history that Etruria wanted to leave behind.

The historical texts scattered around the world and caused huge disputes have caused countless people who consider themselves smart to speculate on the "huge conspiracy" hidden by the world government.

But in fact?

The final place actually contained history that was completely opposite to what they expected.

This is a big joke, laughtale.

perhaps……

At Lovedrew…

There are also some other things stored.

Olivia guessed so.

"Really...what did you think of later? It actually changed from the losing camp to the winning camp secretly..."

"Tsk!"

Although some information is already known, it is incomplete and the story becomes more and more confusing.

"What is the reason that even my own descendants cannot know?"

Summer cicadas make chaotic noises, sometimes loud and sometimes weak, as if they have been captured by natural enemies, their limbs are scattered, and they are eaten.

The clouds rise and fall, the news bird works as usual, and the sea water rises and falls as usual.

The magnetism of the islands in the New World of the Grand Line was quite unstable, and Narcissus discovered that the reason he was able to reach Salerno College was because the island had no magnetism at all and seemed to have been forcibly changed.

Without magnetism that can be recorded, it is just an isolated island. In 800 years, it is rare for anyone to reach it, let alone those who wander around on the sea, most of them are pirates.

This kind of island without magnetism can't arouse the desire of pirates to explore the new world.

Probably someone like Narcissus, who has a teleportation bracelet and doesn't play his cards according to common sense, can arrive by accident!

Using the positioning enchanted paper to roughly mark the location of the island, Narcissus teleported away.

Proper relaxation will help Narcissus think about the next direction of exploration.

and so--

"What? You are now...hahahahaha!" Olivia snorted, laughing with tears in her eyes.

After a long and highly stressful exploration, it was already night, and he teleported to an island called Punk Hassad to rest.

However, because of the two islands of Salerno and Bologna, Narcissus can't help but think about the origin of the name of this island.

Narcissus' smile was stiff, "What, what's wrong?"

"Hey, where's Punk Hassad~ That's Punk Hassad! Don't you know?"

Olivia gradually stopped laughing, her eyes clear, "Just in time, my Moonbow Knight Commander should know something about this place by now. I will contact you after a while, and then-"

"You will understand."

The smile was bright, but Narcissus only felt shuddering.

The image in the cloud was cut off inexplicably, and Narcissus felt inexplicably upset.

Punk Hassad is an island full of machinery and passion. Different from the cold steel machinery, an extremely passionate culture has been formed here that advocates machinery and steam.

What dominates the city is the mechanical luster of black and silver gray, and the neon lights with strong spiritual pollution are reflected and flashing on the sea.

The blend of sharp high-rise buildings and narrow alleys seems to lurk some kind of crisis that is as thick and sinister as maggots attached to bones.

This is a great place for people on the run.

Narcissus frowned. The filth everywhere intertwined into a stink that was different from the natural smell. It was in stark contrast to the brightness when he looked up at the heights.

“This doesn’t feel like a time-related place.”

He concluded in his mind, "It's more like a kind of decay."

Reason and emotion are out of balance here.

Extreme enthusiasm and unbridled release of people's innermost thoughts.It has a separate name -

Crazy.

"Woo-wu~wu~wu-"

"Test my gorgeous final performance!"

The sound of the rubber pulleys rubbing against the ground and railings stimulated Narcissus' sensitive hearing.

"It doesn't matter if you don't get out of the way, I will be responsible for your maiming and death! Hahahaha!"

The tone of the words was very close to the sarcasm of the clown's roaring letter, but Olivia's skills were obviously superior.

Narcissus stretched out his hand and easily stopped charging at the young man who was flying towards him.

"Hey! You should know what kind of grand flywheel show you interrupted!" The young man who kicked off his skateboard in an irritable manner had an evil look on his face and evil eyes.

"Perhaps you'd like to try red sacrifice, stranger."

Narcissus caught a glimpse of the power engine on the rear wheel of the skateboard that was tipped to the ground.

"The way your skateboard is made, it seems different from the others."

The expression on the young man's face changed quickly, "Hey! He is indeed a discerning guy, and he actually came up with a way to stop me and kill my skateboard!"

"Sooner or later you will become the most dazzling lunatic in Punk Hassard!"

Narcissus noticed that in this person's eyes, "madman" seemed to be the highest praise, but he didn't know if this was the case in Punk Hassad.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Hahahaha! Let me introduce you, I am Pratt. I was just testing my flying skateboard." The young man smiled brightly and without any grudges. "However, you messed up my flywheel debut..."

"Sorry! Platt, I am Narcissus, a historian who has just arrived in the New World."

Pratt patted his shoulder with a smile, veins popping out, "No, no, no, everything is fine. Excuse me -"

"Can I kill you?"

"Sorry, I refuse."

"Hahahaha! Sorry, I was presumptuous. I was just joking. You shouldn't mind, dear Nazi."

"...Really...I am Narcissus."

Pratt looked a little disappointed, "Well! Forget it, I've already been screwed by you anyway. Even if I kill you, I can't make up for my loss... No, I still feel bad after all."

"Did I break your skateboard?" Narcissus walked to the skateboard that was upside down on the ground and squatted down. "Maybe I can-"

A strong wind came from behind, "Go to hell! My dear friend!"

Narcissus raised his hand lightly and pinched Pratt's ankle, "I thought you needed help, but it seems you don't."

"How can it be repaired!!!"

"Come and fight, you bastard! Either you die or I die!!!" Pratt shouted and continued to rush towards him.

……

The ending was no surprise, Plett lost completely.

"You've been beaten like this and you still refuse to admit defeat?" Narcissus began to have some changes in his view of him. "However, I am a person with my own ambitions. I don't mind cleaning up those insignificant guys."

"Haha, hahahaha! Come on!" Pratt laughed crazily with red eyes, "If you don't have the will to face death, you can't survive here."

"You have destroyed my work, either you don't let me go, or I will kill you sooner or later!"

Do even ordinary residents have this kind of character?

Narcissus was thoughtful, and then took out a piece of enchanted paper that had the effect of erasing memory.

Soon.

"First time we meet, I'm Pratt, hey! You must be a foreigner! As the first local resident you meet, we are very destined!"

"How's it going? Do you want to enjoy my flywheel debut?"

Although the young man was a little confused about his appearance here, he quickly turned his attention to his skateboard.

Narcissus smiled and talked with him, eliciting a lot of useful information.

As expected, the residents of this island have a fanatical sense of self and will never give up to achieve their goals. At the same time, their emotions change rapidly and their thoughts and expressions are extremely unified.

Because of their admiration for machinery and steam, Punk Hassad's technology is quite advanced.Each resident puts a lot of effort into the machines they love, so the management of the world government can easily penetrate them.

However, management is one aspect, and it becomes very troublesome when it is involved.

This is a place where "madman" is the highest praise. A place more terrifying than a lawless place is a bloody city where certain customs are deeply rooted.

In addition, for an island that only focuses on the future and ignores the past, there is only one end for historical documents -

Pad table legs.

Narcissus squatted in a second-hand book recycling store and discovered a lot of Xihai O'Hara's documents.

strangeness……

"Boss - do you know this book?"

The loose skin is like mottled old tree bark, and the old man's voice is hoarse and weird, ""Kingdom Miscellaneous Notes"?"

"Yes! It says 'O'Hara Collection', which should record the history of the small kingdom, but -"

"There are even fragments of local dialects mixed with fragments of legends about monsters. Many of them I even remember which book they came from..."

"Hahahaha!" The old man's laughter was harsh and weird, "You must be an uneducated historian! This situation is called Yanwen!"

"Yanwen?"

"It is because of printing that other parts of the text are mixed in. This is the 'extension'."

Narcissus felt strange, "Will O'Hara's book... make such a stupid mistake?"

"Historical Essay."

"Why not? Hahahaha! Do you still believe in this so-called historical holy place? Hahahaha!"

The maniacal laughter of the old man was somewhat abnormal.

Narcissus paid and left without saying a word, and took away the "Miscellaneous Notes of the Kingdom".

A few days later, Pratt told him that the used book recycling store had closed because the owner had passed away.

Narcissus felt a little disappointed. He guessed that the old man whose name he did not know might be the historian who had escaped before O'Hara...

There is loneliness hidden in the madness and prosperity of Punk Hassad, and Narzis feels confused by what he sees.

The image of the boss suddenly popped up in the cloud, just like the image that suddenly disappeared a few days ago.

The difference is that there is a little boy beside Olivia.

"Hey, don't you want to know about Punk Hassad? Merciful Olivia can let you know, Reichnod."

After practice, Reichnod can already glimpse a corner of the future. Unlike Mrs. Charlie on Fish-Man Island, what he sees is a future that can be changed.

"Punk Hassard...gas, burning...and freezing..."

You already knew this...

god?