“What reason should I use, now I really can’t walk away…”

The Bigumuam Pirates have gathered, and in order to meet the coming tide of the times, everyone must be mentally prepared.

Perus couldn’t sit idly by about the royal blue thing.

Memories just traveled through, on that nightmarish day, that little girl was like a ray of dawn through the dim life of Peyus.

Not everyone gets hung as soon as they cross it.

At least Perus can’t.

One day more than four months ago….

When he opened his eyes and found himself lying on a hard bed in the camp, a feeling of panic followed.

“What’s wrong with me..”

“Where is this?”

Quietly looking, everything around was so strange, many of his peers slept in this room, and if it weren’t for the occasional snoring, Peiros would have thought he was lying in a pile of corpses.

The teenagers slept deeply, the last darkness that had not yet come before dawn.

A sharp whistle pierced the night.

The whistling sound was like a chemical agent, which instantly caused a change in the room, and the teenagers, who had been sleeping extremely deeply, stood up.

No one spoke, and there was no communication.

Everyone else was dressing and washing, and Perus had to go with the crowd and began to dress awkwardly.

Some heavy training clothes, which Peirus had never received.

Reported….

One, two, three… Two hundred and seventy-eight: Two hundred and ninety-six….

In the middle of the report, Perus figured it out.

A whole three hundred trained naval reserves ….

What did Peruus want to ask, such as where is this? Who is he again?

But seeing the grim-looking instructor and the solemn look on the faces of others, Perus resisted the urge to ask.

The training that followed shattered the perception that Peirus had brought from Earth.

“Wherever it is, this is a world without human rights.”

The teenagers train very hard, tens of thousands of meters of long-distance running, if you fall behind, no one will care about you, no one will talk to you, the instructor will look at you with contempt.

That training camp was like a silent world.

Perus didn’t even know what the specific rules were, he only knew that if others were training, he would also train with them, and if he couldn’t do it, there would be no food.

When sixteen hours of non-stop training were over, it was finally bedtime.

But Perus is an exception.

Although he tried very hard and tried very hard to do it, Perus couldn’t do it.

That body is not his, he was originally called Wang Xiang, and the new name is Peirus, and he can’t be as strong as the original.

Others can sleep, but not Perus.

He was hung up and hung on sandbags in the training camp….

A day of not eating or drinking, coupled with high-intensity training, and the sense of panic brought about by crossing, everything cut his heart like a knife.

But when the night came to its deepest, someone spoke to Perus.

“Why, why are you so weak today?”

She was dressed like his own, and Perus judged the girl to be the same as himself.

With thirsty and dead lips opening and closing, Perus was speechless.

“It’s time for me to go to sleep, tomorrow’s training tasks will be even heavier, brother Peirus, you have to cheer up as you encouraged me…”

The little girl carefully took out a kettle from her pocket.

The kettle Peiros remembered, very small, but the size of a baby’s palm.

The kettle came to Peruus’s mouth, and the slightest spring made Perus feel much better.

“Huh, is this body called Perus?”

The girl put away the kettle and left, and if the instructor found her getting up in the middle of the night and being hanged, there might be one more.

In fact, there were still a pair of eyes watching all this in the darkness, but the old man did not say anything.

The next morning, the night had not yet receded.

The sound of the count sounded, and Perus was put down, and he lay on the ground like a puddle of mud.

The instructor’s cold voice sounded in his ears again: “If after three rings, you haven’t stood up, I will help you.”

Perus knew what he meant by “help,” not a good thing anyway.

Out of nowhere, Perus finally stood up.

The training continued, but when night came again, Perus was hung again, I don’t know if it was an illusion, Perus even saw the meaning of pity in the eyes of other teenagers?

Perus swore that it was the most difficult time in his illustrious life to look back on.

For five days in a row, Perus’s will was worn out, and he was dying….

Ridiculous, right?

As a traverser, he has not yet figured out the situation, and he is about to die inexplicably.

Speaking of which…. With the willpower of an earthling, he was able to persist in the devil training for five days in the world of One Piece, thanks to that little girl.

Every late night, she would bring a small pot of clean water, and a word of encouragement, Baolan was like a straw, she saved Peruus, who was about to drown in the flood, or Wang Xiang?

The feeling of dying was desperate, and in the endless darkness, every word of encouragement from Bolan was sworn by Peruus to never forget for the rest of his life.

Crossing the sixth day….

This was the sixth time that Peruus was hoisted by the instructor, and a violent momentum erupted.

Perhaps it was the courage of the king that finally broke away something.

Perus saw the past of the body and finally figured out where it was….

When his thoughts were pulled back from that dark time, Perus stood on the shore and looked into the distance: “Little friend, don’t have an accident… Wait for me! ”

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