From a Pirate to a Revolutionary Mentor

Chapter 156: In Hell [Major revision of the previous chapter]

[Note: The last chapter was changed drastically, mainly because the readers thought that the original body would be exposed if it caused trouble right after arriving. The author initially thought that the shadow clone could not create another shadow clone, so he used the surveillance Den Den Mushi in the conference room to create evidence of his absence.]

[Now I have split my main body into two and hid them in Marijoa, waiting to cause trouble with low functional consumption. As for why I can hold on for a day or two, and even budget to use the chicken spell to make the giant soldier ascend to the sky, it is due to my natural steel bones. Two clones and one main body, one-third of the power is enough. ]

In the Red Earth Continent, among the powers in Marijoa, the selection of the Seven Warlords of the Sea is currently underway.

"The name of the Immortal Kaido is becoming more and more famous among the pirates in the New World. The Beasts Pirates led by him attacked BiGMOM's territory many times a year ago and successfully took away a group of people."

"population?"

"Yes, the population of Prin Island. According to the conclusion of the CP intelligence agency, the original population of Prin Island joined the neighboring Ten Thousand Kingdoms and paid one month of life a year to obtain the right to reside. But later they regretted it."

"Repent?"

Saint Satan said: "So the immortal Kaido is a good person. He fought BiGMOM so many times just for some ordinary people on an island?"

Maz Saint replied: "This is the result of the investigation. CP cannot know more specific things. After all, both Kaido and BiGMOM's territory are outside the power of the World Government."

Saint Vouchuri looked at Saint Satan and said, "They are just two guys from the Rocks Pirates. Don't worry too much."

Hearing this, Saint Satan ended the topic.

The great pirates of the New World are nothing more than that in the World Government, where power is concentrated.

With the power of the World Government, it is not difficult to destroy the pirates, but after destroying the pirates, this world will no longer be what they want.

Their weight in this world lies in the appearance of this world.

"Moonlight Moria is up for selection."

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

……

"There is another candidate next."

"Ever since Roger's execution eight years ago, the great swordsman, Hawkeye Mihawk, has been challenging swordsmen all the way from Rogue Town to the Grand Line."

"Navy hunter?"

"Because most of those who have reached the level of a swordsman through systematic swordsmanship training are in the navy, so this title also brings him a high bounty."

"What about his battle record? He probably has no experience fighting against big pirates, right?"

"To be determined."

"To be determined."

……

Finally, Satan said: "The system of the Seven Warlords of the Sea does not require all candidates to be selected immediately. Suitable candidates can be added at any time. After the current Seven Warlords of the Sea are defeated, the defeated ones can also be given if they meet our conditions."

Mazisheng nodded: "Then let's stop here today."

At this time, Nasujuro Saint stabbed the scabbard of his long sword on the floor and said, "What's the attitude of that boy from the navy?"

Saint Satan looked over and said, "His attitude is very good. Judging from his performance, he seems more like an ambitious person, but being ambitious is not a bad thing for us."

Nasujuro remained silent.

Then darkness fell among the powers that be.

……

The next day, Marijoa on the red earth continent, the pinnacle of the entire world, welcomed the morning sun.

In the luxurious toilet of the temporary reception building outside Mary Joa, Kevin's shadow clone had been waiting for a day.

But unfortunately, no one has come here from yesterday until now.

Isn't there anyone among those fat worms who has to pee urgently?
The shadow clone continued to close his eyes and reduce functional consumption, only maintaining awareness of the environment.

In the grove outside the building, a similar shadow clone was hidden in the dense leaves of the tree trunks, silent and motionless.

One day, wait a little longer.

In the blink of an eye, another day passed. Except for the death of a dozen slaves, there was no change in Mary Geoise.

The shadow clone hidden on the tree trunk, after changing its appearance with the transformation technique, chose to move to another place and wait for the opportunity.

This is Mary Joa. Due to Kevin’s threat, the security is now at a completely different level than before.

Soon, the shadow clone on the tree trunk also found a toilet in a building and went in.

There is no way. The Celestial Dragons on Marijoa are all surrounded by guards and slaves. Very few of them act alone. After all, that is not the style of the Celestial Dragons.

If you want to move around freely on Marijoa, your guards are not as good as those of the Celestial Dragons.

So the only place to replace is the toilet.

After all, fat bugs who don't even want to breathe like ordinary people naturally don't want to be watched by guards when they poop. Of course, the perverts among the Celestial Dragons are an exception.

In the two toilets, the two shadow clones waited for another day.

A total of three days passed, and the shadow clone on the periphery finally waited for his target.

Oh, we are still acquaintances.

Saint Mataz was the first celestial dragon that the main body saw when entering Mary Geoise three days ago, and was also the slave master of Felshertig.

"Shh."

A cold light flashed, and the injection injected the drug into Mazisheng's body.

The next moment Kevin dodged quickly and was almost splashed with the liquid by this guy.

After being tied up, he was hidden in the cabinet of this luxurious bathroom. The effect of the drugs ensured that he could sleep for two or three days. There was no doubt that it was a product of Vegapunk.

As for sleeping for two or three days, Kevin would return and kill him if he could.

The value of the platform in the prison space increases too slowly. Only the Tianlong people can allow him to open the third diamond treasure chest. As for the levels above diamond, he has never thought about it. It is too difficult.

He looked at the detector given by Dorag in his hand and memorized the approximate distance and direction in his mind.

Seals and transformation techniques.

Kevin, who had directly turned into a Mataz Saint, walked out of the toilet and sat directly on Fershetig's back.

"Go away you stupid fish, do you want to die?"

The whip swung, but it just grazed Fershetig's skin.

This situation made Tiger stunned, because the whip just now did not cause the same pain as in the past.

"Snapped."

There was another crisp sound, and Tiger crawled quickly without thinking too much.

But as soon as he got out of the building, Kevin swung the whip: "Where are you going, you stupid fish!"

The guard beside him bowed his head and said respectfully: "Saint Master Mataz, aren't you going to the Colosseum?"

Kevin swung the whip.

"Snapped."

A bloody scar appeared, and blood was dripping. Kevin held back, or else his head would have been smashed.

"Boom."

Kevin kicked Tiger and said, "Are you embarrassing me by bringing such a stupid fish to the Colosseum? Go back and find a decent slave!"

The guard who was beaten didn't move at all, he just knelt on one knee to show that he understood.

But this scene made the crawling Tiger feel confused.

Could it be that his murloc skin has become tougher after all this torture?

Otherwise, why didn't the celestial dragon on his back hurt him, but when he hit the guard, he was covered in blood?
Before he could think about it, Kevin soon arrived at the entrance of Pangu City, which was the interior of Mary Joa.

This place is different from the temporary reception area. The power conference, the flower conference and the quadrennial world conference are all held here.

The most central location is where the Void Throne is located.

The Void Throne is no secret in Marijoa. Sabo's brother from the Goa Kingdom and Cobra have both been here, but one left alive, and the other realized he could not leave after seeing Im.

After the two guards at the gate bowed their heads and knelt down, Kevin and his group went directly into Mary Joa.

Kevin was now glad that he was not doing this alone. At least with Fershetiger around, he didn't have to worry about not being able to find Saint Mataz's residence and being exposed.

In addition, if he were alone, then in this tense security environment, even his identity as a Celestial Dragon would probably arouse suspicion.

Soon, the group arrived at a building.

In the magnificent palace, the guards began to bring up the slaves belonging to Saint Mataz one by one.

Among them are pirates, beauties, and some rare races on the sea, such as the mermen.

"Things like fishmen are disgusting, but they are still inferior to mermaids. Is this all?"

Kevin's voice rang out, and the slaves wearing collars below began to tremble one by one.

The guard at the side bowed his head and replied: "Great Celestial Dragon Master, this is all."

Kevin looked at the three girls one by one and lingered on them for a moment.

At this point in time, Fershetig has not escaped yet, so he was just sent up not long ago?
"Go, bring some devil fruits."

Kevin's words stunned the guard.

"My Lord, the three devil fruits that previously belonged to you have been used."

Kevin frowned.

Why is this Saint Mataz so poor?
However, things like devil fruits, even if there are a certain number of them in Marijoa, after all, there are so many celestial dragons who like to see something novel.

After thinking for a while, Kevin said, "Get ready, Bailey. I will apply to go to the lower world tomorrow. I will never be able to obtain powerful slaves in the Holy Land. As long as you don't go to the Sabaody Archipelago, you will be fine."

After saying that, Kevin sat on Tiger's back again: "Let's go out for a walk."

Kevin, who was about to leave, turned back and said, "Leave these slaves here. I'll figure out how to play with them when I come back."

Kevin then rode Tiger out of his residence and casually controlled Tiger towards the detector.

At the same time, in the palace-like luxurious hall, the slaves gathered together in a panic, waiting for the decision of their fate.

Every time the Celestial Dragons play a game, someone among them will die.

You can eat two devil fruits and explode to death, or you can hide in the hall and the Celestial Dragons will shoot you immediately, and you will be shot to death if you are found.

And if a beautiful woman among the slaves was noticed, her life would be worse than death.

The wife of a Celestial Dragon cannot be a Celestial Dragon herself. Only by inheriting the surname, and only by the union of Celestial Dragons can one inherit the surname and become a Celestial Dragon as well.

This situation also leads to the emergence of mentally retarded people with a lot of snot.

"Sister...what should I do?"

"I, I will definitely protect you."

"But if I'm unlucky this time and get chosen... I'll die."

Hancock rubbed the faces of her two sisters and herself in black again: "No. Those disgusting guys won't be interested in us if we look like we haven't grown up yet."

Sandasonia opened her mouth and a snake-like tongue popped out. This was the effect of the devil fruit.

"Sister, can we really escape from here?"

The slaves were placed in the hall by the guards. Because it was the order of Saint Mataz and they had collars and chains, the guards were not worried that anyone would escape.

The three sisters found a corner and comforted each other. Since they had just come up here not long ago, they still held on to the hope of escaping from here.

A fishman nearby sneered when he heard this, but when he looked at the wounds all over his body, he felt that he was just a pathetic existence.

So, he slowed down his tone and said, "Instead of thinking about whether you can leave here, you might as well hope that you won't become beautiful in two years. Women, the fate of this place is the most miserable."

The fishman looked at Hancock and said, "During their last entertainment show, your two sisters ate the Snake Snake Fruit. If they grow up in this form, they may develop perverted desires."

"Protect them, and yourself. If you find out you've been chosen, committing suicide might be the best outcome. After all, the experience of being toyed with to death..."

The Long-Handed Clan on the other side had already lost an arm: "This is a world... where it is better to die than to live."

The fishman sneered and said, "Then why don't you kill yourself?"

The long-armed man looked at his one arm and said, "You don't have the courage, do you? The slaves who are still alive here, except for the three little girls who just arrived, are the ones who still insist on surviving because they don't have the courage to end their lives."

At the same time, a little girl who was younger than Hancock and the other two was wiping the floor with a rag.

He kept muttering...

"I'm very good at work, I won't be lazy..."

"Don't kill me, I can do anything, I won't be lazy..."

"Where's the water? There's no water. Please give me some water. I will keep working. Please..."

"Without water, there is no way to clean the floor..."

The little girl crawled on her knees to the door of the hall. She had just muttered a few words when she was kicked back by the guard.

But even with blood oozing from the corners of her mouth, the little girl still took a rag and wiped the blood-stained floor, begging people not to kill her, saying that she would work hard and could do anything.

The blood dripped and the more he wiped it, the more it appeared.

The little girl wanted to go to the door again to beg for some water to mop the floor.

A woman nearby had a struggling look in her eyes, as if she was thinking about her experiences before she came to this hell.

He walked over, hugged the little girl and brought her back to the corner, reaching out his hand to comfort her as she struggled.

"It's okay. The floor is clean. The adults will definitely not kill you when they come back."

The strange comfort can calm the struggling little girl, because only this kind of comfort can work.

“It’s gone crazy.”

The fishman looked over there, his eyes full of self-mockery: "At this age, she is already in hell. Her future cannot be changed."

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(End of this chapter)