Pirate Devil Creator

"An enchantment pattern weighs 21g, and its mass is equal to a person's soul. The soul is the root of the magic pattern, creating order in chaos..."

The operation of the magic factory was immersed in strange singing. The black-haired young man silently picked the thick patterns in the mangrove bubbles that floated from the door.

No. 81269 knows that the resin secreted by the Yarchman mangrove will expand due to air and form bubbles.

This became a common prop in the Magic Factory.

Except for the method of use in the Shampoo Islands, the mangrove bubbles from the magic factory will have different attributes if they are attached with different magic patterns.

The rules of the Magic Factory follow the rules of any utopia. What is very rare is that Patrila is a place where no pirates, human traffickers, or Dracos have set foot.

With the payment of heavenly gold, the people here are not rich, but their lives are peaceful and peaceful.

"Yo! Cointreau!" The assembler in a red shirt and blue suspenders greeted him cheerfully, "Do you want to come and see me assemble the magic tools today?"

"Yes, Mr. Reggini." No. 81269, whose pseudonym is "Cointreau" said.

Regini's beard twitched up and down, "Hahahahaha! Among these outsiders, you are the one who loves to study the most! It's a pity that you only have three months, otherwise I would have accepted you as my disciple!"

"The adults are very short of manpower this year..."

No. 81269 looked slightly restrained and asked calmly, "Why not? Even if three months have passed and I have to leave, I will not forget what Mr. Regini taught me."

"Hmm..." Regini pondered for a moment, "But after you leave the master's territory, it is absolutely impossible to make magic tools. You might as well learn something else..."

Another message.

No. 81269 lowered his eyes, seeming a little disappointed, "Really? This is indeed the power of God."

Observing the regretful look on the assembler's face, he thought and sighed: "It's such a pity that you can't see such a magical thing when you leave here. If only..."

The words are not finished, leaving the listener with infinite reverie.

Regini obviously really cherishes his talent. After getting along with him for nearly a month, although he still has unconditional trust and loyalty to that adult, he also has his own ideas.

'correct!I seem to remember——' A fragment flashed in Regini's mind, which seemed to be a notice from the village chief.

Uh……

But he was dozing off at the time and couldn't remember clearly.

"If Jundu applies, there should be a chance to stay after three months." Regini smoothed his beard, "Hahahaha! But you should ask the village chief about this kind of thing!"

No. 81269 began to wonder if this would be another difficulty...

According to the magic factory's fairy tale-like setting, he began to recognize that the owner here was a child.but--

Children's pranks...

Where will it be hidden?

Floating in the sky were Hericium elves with big curious eyes, clumsily following behind the black-haired young man.

"Eh-" As soon as the young man stopped, the elves behind him bumped into each other, and they all became dizzy one after another.

After coming back to their senses, they were all a little timid and panicked.

"babble?"

"babble!"

No. 81269 took out a ball of moss from his pocket and scattered it in the air. The fine green color attracted many Hericium elves, and they gathered around it.

"Sorry, I don't have time to accompany you now. I only have these straw dumplings for everyone."

A pair of big black eyes looked at his back, and the image in the cloud was also displayed here.

"These Hericium mushrooms are too greedy!" Shalulia Palace was a little annoyed, "Olivia, you should change your eyes!"

Estelle Palace chuckled, "But Olivia's playground is very cute, isn't it? T-Lan-ton-da-ren?"

"Hahaha!" Olivia was overjoyed, "Yeah, don't worry, Shalulia, the creatures here are Olivia's little eyes, so they can have their own personalities."

Saint Reichnod sighed, "Indeed, having personality... is a rare thing."

"Lord Trenton's playground will also have people with unique personalities!!!" Shalulia Palace glared at Saint Rexnod. She had always been very hostile to this guy who often followed her best friend.

Therefore, it will always be thought that this guy is using his ability to connotate her.

"Uh... ok, ok!" Olivia waved her hand to interrupt the turmoil between the two, "Anyway, there is no suspense in this game, so everyone can just watch it!"

Estelle Palace chuckled, "Yes! Losing to Arielna was really unexpected!"

"Hericium..." Arianna Gong stared at the elf in the cloud field of vision, "I really want it..."

Shalulia Palace turned her head unconvinced, not wanting to see her, "Humph!"

……

Many vicious incidents occur every day in Dongcheng District. At the same time, within the scope of activities in Dongcheng District and Nancheng District, the most powerful people appear.

However, there is an unwritten rule in Rubik's Cube City:

"People from the east and south corners must not set foot in any other city at the end of the month."

Plett hasn't tried to break this rule since Punk Hassard's transformation.

This is actually an obvious mockery to the aborigines who have always acted recklessly.

In fact, many people have challenged this rule in the past year.

Most people in Rubik's Cube City have no concept of attributes. Since awakening is the privilege of God's people, no one here will be exposed to these secrets until someone reaches balance appears.

Naturally, no one will discover the reason why the magic pattern at a specific square corner inspires research.

Of course, it is not that some smart people are vaguely aware of it, but they belong to other square corners. Before the research direction is changed, they will not even step into the east and south corners, which are famous for chaos.

"The end of the month is coming soon..." Plett fiddled with the parts of the modified skateboard one by one. "I'm so excited. I wonder who will perform the red ceremony! Hahahaha!"

Kerla put her clothes into the house and became familiar with life in Rubik's Cube City during this period, so she asked directly: "Mr. Platt, will anything happen at the end of the month?"

"Click!" The wrench was thrown heavily on the table, and Platt finally remembered what he had forgotten, "MD, I forgot to ask you about your range of activities!"

"Activity, scope?" Kerla repeated in confusion.

The Mechanical Rubik's Cube is isolated from the outside world. Except for the upper city and lower city, there is no other exit from the island.

In a sense, everyone lives in a sealed Rubik's Cube. Even the sunlight shines in through a layer of magic patterns burned into the air.

The indigenous people who are passionate about machinery often use the ground as a prison. Even if they violate their attributes and die in the red ceremony at the end of the month, they will not leave this prison.

"P-Mr. Platt -" Kerla was lifted up and her collar was slipped, she was still a little confused.

"Shut up! If it weren't for your tattoo, I wouldn't pay you to determine the range of activities!" Pratt was so angry that even the rollers of the skateboard sparked sparks.

"Tattoo..."

Kella didn't understand, or in other words, she never understood Pratt's thoughts.

"Listen up, little liar! I have a friend who has your tattoo too."

"Eh?" Kerla's eyes widened. She was actually very curious, would Pratt have friends too?

She may never like this young man, but she will always remember him.

"Before this place became a Rubik's Cube City, before magic patterns appeared over the border, I...had already seen it..."

"A magic pattern with incredible power."

Pratt raised the corner of his mouth and smiled as if the prank had been successful, "He must have thought that if he used the magic pattern to erase his memory, I wouldn't remember it. In fact, I remembered it on the day I sent him to the dock."

"After I found the mark, he told me that the past of being a slave was not a good one, and the belief that supported them every day was-"

"Alive."

"But he still left that mark that symbolized humiliation. Because..."

"He wanted to carry this ugly mark on all those who were enslaved—"

"fighting."

Kella blinked her eyes, and for a moment, she felt that this person was not so...

Unforgivable.

"What? Xicheng District and Beicheng District?" Pratt slapped the table angrily, "Also! Why are there only half of the magic patterns in the other two districts? Can the red ritual only be carried out in half?"

The man shrugged, "This has never happened before! How do I know?"

"You can't fix it! You bastard—" Pratt couldn't control himself and wanted to smash his skateboard on this guy's head.

"Please calm down, sir. You should know that we haven't seen many outsiders here before."

Platt suddenly had mixed feelings when he thought about his friend who hit him with the magic pattern, "Okay, okay! I know!"

"Two incomplete magic patterns..." Pratt led the troublesome guy back with a dark face, "Listen, from today on, you have to pack your things and get out of here. You can't live in Dongcheng District!"

Kella responded dully.

"I'd like to remind you again, if you haven't reached Xicheng District and Beicheng District by the end of the month, it won't be a surprise if half of the magic patterns in Dongcheng District die!"

Pratt doesn't think he's a good person. He spent money on her and told her where he went. What he does next is none of his business!

"Click!" As soon as the door opened, Pratt threw her few things out the door, "Get out!"

Korra picked up what was barely considered luggage and was leaving a moody guy who liked to beat people up. She should be happy.

However, the feeling of abandonment overwhelmed her.

Unfortunately, here is someone who can accept her past as a slave...

And this person... would take the money she earned, leave all the housework to her, and even beat people——

And this man-

Is a scumbag.

Kella is leaving Dongcheng District.

She still didn't know the structure of Rubik's Cube City, so she left like this.

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Olivia propped her chin up, thoughtfully, "Balance...she shouldn't be the only one!"

"Of course!" Palace Shalulia crossed her arms proudly, "To balance the scale, you have to take care of the two trays!"

The mechanical luster flashed across the tall building, and the little child struggled to find the direction.

The people in Dongcheng District are not friendly, and even asking for directions is difficult.

Pratt resumed his old life, although he occasionally felt uncomfortable these days.

"Hahahaha! Pratt, let me tell you how could you be so kind as to take in a troublesome person! It really was just a whim!"

"Yo! That dragster! I know her! That's a lowly slave! Hahahaha!"

"Slave? Are you talking about the one in the south alley? You should show some kindness! They are almost dead!"

Pratt's skateboard turned sharply, and the corners of his mouth raised a malicious arc.

"brake--"

"Bang!!!"

"Everyone! Now, you will have the honor to witness a grand flywheel show!!! Hahahaha!" His eyes were covered with scarlet color, "Use your lives -"

"Hurr for me!"

"What are you angry about! What? Come on!" The man who fell on the ground and slid for a distance sneered and slowly stood up, "Let me see how strong a madman who has fallen back to a normal person can be!"