South Blue.
After half a year of intense fighting, the Third Legion has captured numerous unclaimed lands that were previously occupied by pirates or embroiled in massive wars.
Although South Blue is not weaker than East Blue, known as the "weakest sea," class oppression and human greed exist everywhere.
"Craig, remember your duty. You are a soldier, and it is your duty to obey orders!"
"Even if you think the current order is wrong, you must execute it meticulously and reflect on it later!"
"This is an iron law in our forces. No one can violate it, including yourself!"
Craig, the commander of the Peace Round Table Corps, charged forward under gunfire, recalling the harshest words he had ever heard when he was given command.
Before coming to South Blue, Chief of Staff Bamond specifically told him that South Blue was different from East Blue.
"We don't have much time, so our policy for South Blue is entirely different from East Blue. We must establish control quickly. The spread of 'ideas' can wait until peace is achieved!"
Deter and rule with force!
This made Craig doubt his mission, but as he had promised, he kept his doubts to himself.
It was his mission to carry out orders completely and thoroughly.
Boom!!
The huge city gate was smashed into pieces by his shoulder armor, and the pirates on top of the city looked at Craig, bathed in blood, with terrified expressions.
Is that human·······
"Bombardment!!"
A loud shout sounded from afar.
A cannonball arrived in an instant.
Boom!!
The shell exploded on Craig.
"Kill that monster!!"
This guy, starting from the coastal city, has been leading charges into battle, breaking through city gates every time.
The legend about him has now made many South Blue countries restless.
In the smoke, a faint golden light flashed.
Craig was shaking all over...
The moment the cannonball hit him, he subconsciously used his newly acquired ability to defend himself.
But·······
"Sir" had specifically ordered that he was not allowed to reveal his power unless it was a life or death crisis.
If exposed... wipe out all witnesses!
Craig glanced back hard.
Fortunately, his subordinates were still fighting with the enemy outside the door.
So·······
"He...he's completely fine...impossible!"
Craig turned over the glove on his hand, and the sharp finger gloves popped out.
This was a weapon made for him by his master, and he rarely used it.
Boom!
A pirate's head exploded like a watermelon.
"Block the city gate!"
After Craig shouted loudly, he rushed into the pirate group without waiting for his subordinates to respond.
Two hours later, Craig emerged from the main street opposite the city gate.
After waving to his subordinates, Craig walked to the moat and jumped in.
Countless pieces of minced meat and offal parts floated up from the water.
The surface turned dark red and turbid.
"Boom!!"
At the bottom of the river, Craig hammered his chest in frustration.
Why am I so careless...
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Fourteen years ago, Craig was locked in an iron cage like an animal, as usual.
Slaves of his size were liked by many people.
In the past ten years or so, he had been resold repeatedly, sometimes to mine, sometimes to fight, and sometimes simply as a beast like a cat or dog.
No... In fact, he did not live as well as cats and dogs in many noble homes, and even his food was far inferior to that of cats and dogs.
He didn't know where he came from, and in the depths of his memory there were only sounds of gunfire, slashing, and crying.
When he was young, Craig knew how to quietly follow rebels or pirates, moving between battlefields.
Wherever they went, he could always find something "edible," even if it was covered in mud and blood.
After spending several years as a "ghoul" in the ruins of war, he grew older, and his hunger became more intense.
He was finally discovered while following a pirate.
When the pirates first saw this guy with an outrageous build, they were hesitant and nervous. They later discovered that despite his size, he was just a teenager—and a very timid one at that.
The ecstatic pirates immediately made a cameo as slave traders.
Thus began Craig's life as a slave.
What was even worse than stepping on a battlefield was being a pet in a noble's home. Before going to battle, he could probably eat a meal that filled him three to four times. As a pet in a noble's home, whether due to their common bad taste or fear of him getting angry and hurting others, the nobles gave him very little food.
So, more often than not, he longed to be sold to the army or a pirate ship, where he could at least have something to eat.
The last time he was resold, his destination was exactly the battlefield he hoped for.
The huge iron cage could not fully accommodate his body, so he could only curl up inside.
"When can we have food..." Craig hugged his knees, enduring the burning hunger in his stomach, when there was a faint cry from the deck.
But it soon calmed down.
"Has someone been arrested again...sigh..."
Even though he had been a slave for several years, Craig could still sympathize with others when they were captured, especially women. He rarely saw women who could get off a pirate ship or escape a noble family alive.
Tata...
Tatata······
Huh? Just one set of footsteps, and so steady?
Craig couldn't raise his head, so he could only lift his chin forcefully and move his gaze slightly upward.
A young man walked up to him with a sword, opened the lock, then walked towards other cages.
The slaves were released one by one.
"Is there anyone who can sail a boat?"
Although they were released, no one dared to move, and some even stayed in their cages, too scared to come out.
After a few moments, a trembling voice spoke: "Sir...I am a fisherman..."
The young man nodded: "Go to the helm and sail east. The food is in the cabin on the second floor. Eat a little in moderation. If you eat too much, your body will not be able to bear it."
With that, the young man walked up to the deck with the sword on his shoulder.
The slaves looked at each other, but no one dared to move. Finally, hungry, Craig cautiously poked his head out from the deck.
Even Craig, who had been a "ghoul" on the battlefield since childhood, was a little surprised by the scene on the deck.
There were heads all over the ground, and not a single pirate had his head still on his neck.
A large amount of blood rippled as the ship rocked. The white-haired boy sitting on the bow glanced at him, then turned his eyes elsewhere.
Seeing Craig was hesitant to speak, the young man raised his chin toward the cabin behind him:
"The food is in the cabin. Tell them to come up and have something to eat."
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