Pirate Devil Creator

My mood suddenly became heavy.

Narcissus couldn't say he liked Punk Hassad, but he didn't hate it so much that he wanted it to be destroyed.

"...Olivia, just now...the future has changed because -" before the pale-looking Reichnold could finish.

"Olivia! Olivia!"

The energetic little girl pounced on her, easily inserting herself between Olivia and Reichnod, separating the two.

"What are you doing with this guy? Why don't you call Lord Trenton! We are best friends, best friends!"

Narcissus inexplicably remembered the owner of the red box, more similar than Olivia.

"Shalulia, look, Reichnod can already predict the future of this island. His ability has indeed improved." Olivia smiled nonchalantly.

The blond boy smiled shyly, "Although it's not as easy as Olivia..."

"Progress?" Shalulia Palace frowned, not happy to hear her best friend praising others, and sneered with unknown meaning, "Really? Then you can predict it again now?"

"Will this island be destroyed in the future?"

"still--"

"Strong?"

The silhouette of the future captured by Saint Reichnod was so changeable that he couldn't be sure for a moment. There was a slight cold sweat on his forehead, and his face became worse and worse, "This, this..."

"You haven't mastered it yet! Humph!" Shalulia Palace said disdainfully.

"Hug, sorry, I might..."

"boom!"

Due to overdraft of mental power, Saint Rexnod triggered a warning and had to log out of the cloud.

Narzis was vaguely aware that Punk Hassad's future had changed, and he didn't know whether it was for good or bad... but he wisely left the direction of cloud photography.

"What? Shalulia, do you like Punk Hassad?" Olivia smiled as expected.

"Really, you just used your 'balance' ability to control your thoughts, right? How did Reichnold provoke you?"

Shalulia Palace did not answer directly, but raised her head proudly, "Lord Trenton just suddenly felt that changing the future of an island's destruction... is very interesting!"

"It's all because CP0 moved too slowly and collected too little island images and information... It just so happened that Trenton hadn't found a place to build a game field yet..."

"Oh~~" Olivia pretended to understand, "It seems that Olivia's best friend is the best, and she can already be exempted from the Mask Teacher's homework!"

"What a waste of time!?"

It seems that the future here will not be too bad...

After cutting off the cloud image, Narcissus breathed a sigh of relief. He had seen Prodence's fairy tale town. Since it can be called a game ground, it shouldn't be too bad...

Besides, that Draco child's talent is balance, and he might be able to bring positive changes to Punk Hassad.

Narcissus was looking forward to the future of this world more and more... He couldn't help but touch his chest.

Although he already possesses the power of healing, he still retains the mark of the Heavenly Dragon's hoof on his chest.

He always remembers his tragic past.

People fear and hate the Celestial Dragons, but they are still unwilling to accept those compatriots who are forced to become slaves...

The world's view of slaves is harsh, even colder than its treatment of Celestial Dragons.

"Ah, he is a slave who escaped from Mariejoia... Send him to the navy quickly, otherwise there will be trouble!"

Narcissus is not disgusted with the thoughts of ordinary people. It is the environment that has caused this abnormal phenomenon, and he will not force ordinary people to correct it. He will always stand from the perspective of a slave——

Set the world right.

If this mark was eliminated or covered up, then he could not guarantee whether he would continue to fight for a future for the slaves who were still struggling in Mariejoia.

Things are going well so far.

Narcissus climbed into his boat and smiled.

"Continue your journey! Narcissus!"

The cyberpunk island gradually disappears on the horizon, and the young people flow back to the sea in a small boat.

Gulls rub shoulders with the sea, and the water droplets blown down are crystal clear.

……

"I am Aldrich. Now I want to recruit part of the navy. From now on, I will be under the command of Olivia, the Pearl of the Holy Land!"

The 8-year-old boy is already pretty good at using his rights, but so far he's still straightforward.

To be honest, if he was not a Celestial Dragon, his arrogant temper would be very annoying.

The Celestial Dragons are a scum race that is rare in the world.Just being arrogant, Saint Aldrich can be called an angel.

In search of the "military soul", Saint Aldrich rushed in a strange direction and never returned.

In this world, the navy is just and reliable to most people.Relatively speaking, for the world government, it is just a tool.

The Tianlong people need the navy's top combat power just to travel, and the navy admiral's personal protection.

There are only three admirals.

Therefore, the number of travel places in Mariejoia is limited - most Dracos hate breathing the same air as the common people, so basically no one leaves Mariejoia.

and so--

As many members of the Umbrella Club regretted, they had to become adults or follow their parents before they could leave Mariejoia, which greatly dampened their enthusiasm for going to Fairy Tale Town.

However, Saint Aldrich's talent lies in a very strange place for the Draco.He had to find some other uses.

For example: Spiritual link - link a certain number of naval spirits together to achieve a high degree of tacit understanding.

"Ah, it's no wonder. After all, the war simulation in the cloud can no longer meet Aldrich's needs." Olivia thought about the new use of the military soul, a little absent-mindedly.

The always gentle Estelle Palace couldn't bear it, "Aldrich has been so crazy recently. He has dragged me and Sabrina to experiment with several 'soul'-related abilities."

Olivia became interested when she heard the word "soul".

"what's the result?"

"Well..." Estelle Palace sighed helplessly, "His power is more of a destructive nature, and 'life' can only reduce damage at most, but cannot cure it, and -"

A look of understanding appeared in Olivia's eyes, "He and Sabrina have a good compatibility, right?"

Estelle Palace nodded, "Aldrich has memorized the method of reducing damage and does not need my assistance now."

"Speaking of..."

"What does 'military soul' plus 'terror' equal in the end?" Olivia suddenly became excited.

The White Queen shook her head helplessly, and with a flash of light, she teleported to the game field being built in her territory.

correct!

The spiritual link should be able to regard a group of marines as the same person in terms of spiritual aura. In this way... the teleportation bracelet 1.0 can be replaced.

and--

If you guessed correctly...

Combining the military soul with the technology of space jump...

Maybe it becomes a teleportation array.

or--

Become an arbitrary door?

Olivia temporarily put it aside to watch Aldrich and Sabrina's combined practice.

In fact, she had some expectation that the superposition of military soul and terror would produce the power of Cthulhu.

After all, it's not impossible.

Of course, the abilities of all awakened ones today are too weak, and it is still too far to have a power of Cthulhu nature.

We can look forward to the teleportation array on the magic side.

Another example is the enchantment texture of group teleportation...

Olivia(?つヮ??): Today is also a day to solidify your divine status~

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Narcissus was in a very complicated mood now. Because he was passing through a swordsman duel, his transmission channel was affected, and the strong wind caused by the space shock almost cut off his arm.

He immediately changed the destination.

Very good, the transfer function works normally.

Narcissus initially judged that the wormhole channel constructed by Teleportation Bracelet 1.0 was less stable and susceptible to external influence.

The resentful young man passed through the wormhole exit and appeared not far from the swordsman duel, waiting for the two to decide the winner.

Looking from a distance, one side is red and the other is black, the colors are in sharp contrast.

It looked like they were going to be fighting each other for a while, so Narzis took advantage of the situation and sent a user experience to his boss.

After he put away the clouds, he realized that the red and black had already hooked up - to be precise, the red side was unilaterally hooking up.

Those bright floral pants are really eye-catching.

Narcissus observed for a while, looked at the direction of the pirate ship where the two men were heading, and built a wormhole again.

The drunken sniper took out his gun and fired a shot at the collapsing wormhole, "Huh? Where are the people?"

"Hahahaha! Look, everyone, Jesus Bu has reached the point where his eyesight is dim. Hahahaha!"

"What?! There was someone over there just now - are you doubting the vision of a sniper?!!!"

"No, no, no!... Ship's doctor! Ship's doctor! Come and check Jesus! This guy's condition is not just Alzheimer's disease! Hahahaha!"

"Asshole!...Did you just mention my son? Since you want to hear it so much, I will reluctantly tell you once!"

"\(▔□▔)/\(▔□▔)/\(▔□▔)/ Who mentioned your son? Hey!!! Also, you have said it many times!"

"If you've heard it, listen again!"

……

"Hahahaha!" Red hugged Black and laughed, "Guys, we are having a party to celebrate meeting Hawkeye!!!"

Mihawk was silent for a moment, "It's still daytime, redhead."

"Hahahaha! What does it have to do with it!" The red-haired man patted the thigh of his flowered pants and laughed, "Come on, come on! Drink, drink, drink! How can I just let you go after we finally met!"

A full cup was stuffed into Mihawk's hand, and his sharp eyes slowly pointed in a certain direction, "Redhead, you have guests."

"Oh? Indeed." The redhead put down the wine glass and held the hilt of the sword with one hand, "What? What advice does this guest have? Come out and see me!"

The wormhole gradually eroded into an oval vortex the size of a door. "Excuse me, first time meeting. I am Narcissus, a historian."

"Oh~ What a cool appearance! My name is Shanks, and I am a pirate." The red-haired man was quite emotional, and then he invited him, "Since you are a guest, do you want to come to our banquet?"

Although the captain in floral trousers looks quite out of place, Narcissus will not forget the fierce wind that blew up just now.

Besides--

Shanks' cohesion is also very good...

From the moment he stepped out of the wormhole, the atmosphere here was frozen, and Narcissus could feel many eyes staring at him.

"Eagle Eye" Mihawk turned a deaf ear to the wine tasting, which showed from the etiquette that he was no ordinary person.

"In addition to being a historian, I am conducting prop testing for my superior." Narcissus smiled slightly, "The battle between the two Your Excellencies has slightly affected the stability of the space channel, so I took the liberty of visiting because of this matter."

Mihawk glanced at him vaguely and said nothing.

"Prop test?" Shanks smiled friendly and said in surprise, "It sounds very interesting! Can you explain the meaning of the space channel?"

Narcissus' expression was a little subtle, "Well...if you don't mind, I can show you the letter from my boss."

He privately thought that this red-haired Shanks was not a simple person, and he had just cleverly avoided his boss's question.

"Of course I don't mind!" Shanks didn't bother with the word "listen". He guessed it was Yinbei from Sky Island.

"She has a bad temper. I hope you won't be offended." Narcissus opened the cloud mailbox, and a letter floating in the sky popped up.

Even Mihawk was a little surprised.

"Surprise!!!" A strong gust of wind rushed straight to the door as if it brought saliva with it, and the voice was high-pitched, a slightly hoarse and strange male voice.

The atmosphere began to become a little delicate.

"Hello! My little lamb ~ This is a demigod made by the great Lady Olivia - the teleportation bracelet!"

"..."

The opening of the envelope looks like a mouth, and the letter paper inside is a tongue, conveying the content passionately, and the virtual malicious saliva is splashing everywhere. Although it is fake, it feels real.

Narcissus: ...Sorry, Olivia.

"Yes! That's right! The stupid lamb is still feeling its power and magic, but the smart lamb has already started to look for flaws!"

The high-pitched and hoarse voice was full of ridicule, "The reason why it is only a semi-masterpiece is because it still has flaws."

"What could it be? Charge? Or distance?"

"Use its power to your heart's content! My lamb. Remember to tell me how you feel~"

"I wish you good luck~Mr. Narcissus~"

The curse-like tail sound circled the Red Forth, and even the sound of gulping wine disappeared.

"I have never noticed any flaws in the bracelet before." Narzis said in a sincere tone. "I hope to get help from you two to advance its testing."

"I can use another prop, an enchanted scroll, in return."

"I wonder if your Excellencies——"

"how about?"

The young man who followed the devil had an inexplicable smile and waited for good news.