Pirates: I am the devil

Chapter 1 I won the resurrection match, what about you?

"Don't give me any more, Yasuo. Wait for me to revive!"

In the slightly cramped room, the black-haired boy lying on the bed roared, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

The warm morning sun shone into the house through the window, adding a bit of color to the boy's sickly pale face.

This should have been a face that perfectly interpreted what a handsome young man was, but at this moment, it was three parts impatient, three parts irritable, four parts manic, and ninety parts furious:

"Seven heads were given away in five minutes. Even the Goddess of Childbirth is not as diligent as you. Do you believe that I will report you for using skin cheats later?!"

It's no wonder he was so angry. The main reason was that he had to restart the game of ARAM twice in one night, his teammates were idle and disconnected three times, and he was tortured by the Diudiu monsters. He got five SVPs in four games. He finally had a game that he was sure to win, but his teammates turned into Ele.me knights and took turns delivering food to the five opponents. Who can stand this?

If the "Information Available 5/5" system had not prohibited him from continuing to speak, he would have re-entered the realm of land-based key immortals today. With the words "Key Come", the world would know how profound and extensive Chinese culture is.

Sighing, the boy shook his head and lifted the thin blanket, wanting to get out of bed, turn on the computer and continue fighting.

But the moment his feet touched the ground, his clever intelligence drove away the negative emotions and regained the high ground, and he soon realized that something was wrong.

His eyes swept across the bookshelves that occupied nearly two-thirds of the room and were packed to the brim, as well as the repaired wooden tables and chairs, and he looked around but didn't see any modern electrical appliances or furniture. A look of obvious surprise flashed across the boy's face:
"Where is this?"

I looked down at the bed. There was no Simmons mattress or air-conditioned quilt, just a thin blanket on the hard bed. Even the pillow was a long strip of sponge wrapped in cloth.

Blinking twice, the boy looked at the unfamiliar room, and just stood there in a daze, trying hard to recall what happened after the circuit tripped last night. He wondered if some aliens had visited the earth in the middle of the night and brought back some local specialties.

But before he could start the carousel, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if the big hammer was hitting him with eighty and the small hammer was hitting him with forty. It was more painful than all the beatings he had received as a child combined. He almost fell on the bed, holding his head, tossing and turning, wailing.

Along with this unbearable pain came a flood of complicated memories.

Sweat was pouring down his pale face, veins bulging on his forehead as he tried hard to digest and absorb the strange memories that did not belong to him.

"boom--"

I don't know how long it took, but the warm sunlight outside the window turned from orange to white. The thin figure, soaked in sweat, sat up, covering his head. His voice was hoarse, like a person who had been trekking in the desert for three days and three nights without drinking water:

"No, buddy. What I'm waiting for is for the Sword Demon to be resurrected and slaughter people crazily in the game, not for him to be resurrected into a Moby and struggle to survive in another world!"

After barely cramming the memory, which was as complex as a T, into the depths of his brain for safekeeping, the boy roughly understood his situation.

In a word, he traveled through time.

He traveled through time and space to the body of a 15-year-old boy who had just died and had the same name as his game ID, and brought the gradually hypothermic and stiff corpse back to life.

Quetzal Sirens, that is his current name.

He is an orphan whose parents have both passed away, and he is left alone with a strange disease. He is regarded as an ominous monster and can only live alone in the woods in the suburbs. He is also a super unlucky guy that even the Seventh Hokage has to cry and say "You are worse off than me" when he comes.

Based on his memory of the man who used nose hair as a beard and shouted "Do you want my treasure?" on the execution platform, Sirens judged that he had traveled to the world of One Piece. By the way, he also discovered that his original self had accidentally eaten a fruit that was more disgusting than shit when he was a child. From this, he confirmed that the strange disease he suffered from was a side effect of the devil fruit.

How to say it, it's similar to the "Sunflower Manual". Before hurting others, you hurt yourself first. It can be said that the original body fell into this state basically because of this devil fruit.

He had been weak and sickly since birth. When he was three years old, he accidentally ate the superhuman fruit of pain. From then on, his life was filled with endless pain.

His mother died young. In order to ease the pain that penetrated his soul, his father gave up his beloved archaeological career and traveled on the sea all day long. He was finally killed by pirates. Left unattended, he was forced to move to a remote woods and live alone.

Because of the power of that devil fruit, any creature that approaches him will experience pain worse than death.

Therefore, he was forbidden to enter the town, and could only rely on his father's friends to help buy daily necessities.

He lived in this corner tacitly forgotten by people for ten years. Even the most naughty children did not dare to play nearby. The only things that accompanied him were the books left by his parents and the endless pain brought by the fruit.

It was a miserable experience, but it was hard for Sirens to empathize.

Apart from the side effect of hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting oneself by eight hundred, the power of the Parahuman Fruit of Pain is actually quite overbearing. It's a pity that the original body was too kind and would rather suffer himself than hurt others, so he died in obscurity in this corner.

If he had been tortured by uncontrollable pain for more than ten years, he would have decided to share the joy with others rather than enjoy it alone, and would have put a mask of pain on every fellow citizen.

If I'm in a bad mood, I'll even slap the dogs passing by so that they can experience the pain of losing their testicles.

"It's OK. At least I don't have to worry about losing to others in terms of misery."

Trying to find some humor to comfort himself, Sirens quickly accepted the fact that he had traveled through time. It was nothing more than a change of place and a different kind of torture, nothing big.

And fortunately, thanks to the original body's perseverance for more than ten years, this body has a very high tolerance for pain. Pain below level seven will only make him frown at most. At the same time, the ability to explode at the slightest mistake has also been controlled.

Otherwise, Cyrus can only find a way to awaken some strange habit in himself, transform pain into happiness, and embark on the road of making the world feel pain.

Raising his hand, he pressed his nearly skinny chest, feeling the not-so-obvious but very regular heartbeat. Siren snorted twice, "Uzumaki Naruto sealed a Nine-Tailed Fox in his stomach and became the village chief. I, Siren, have a demon living in my heart, so it's not too much to be a village bully, right?"

It’s not that there are no higher pursuits, but you have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time.

After all, this is not the East China Sea where navy heroes will randomly refresh to maintain law and order, but the West Sea where gangs are rampant, pirates are numerous, and it is known as the strongest sea.

Apart from the fruit ability that can hurt himself and others, Sirens is not good at boxing and swordsmanship, and his physique is not strong. The only thing he is good at is talking, which will most likely make him die more miserably without strong physical strength.

Moreover, he waited for a long time but did not hear the crisp and pleasant "ding" sound. It seemed that he could no longer count on the standard system plug-in for time travel.

Fortunately, his resurrection point after traveling through time was set on a peaceful and tranquil island with a strong academic atmosphere. The person with the strongest combat power was said to be his cheap father, and the rest of the mob, a bunch of chickens and dogs, might not be able to survive more than ten seconds under the power of the fruit.

Well, it is worth mentioning that this island is called O'Hara, which is recognized as a holy place for archaeology in the world. The forehead that had just stopped sweating suddenly began to show beads of sweat again. The confidence in Sirens' eyes that "everything is under control" disappeared, and gradually turned into the fear of "my life is in danger".

He had an impression of O'Hara. After the naval fleet visited, it became just like Hiroshima and Nagasaki, with familiar faces everywhere.

Sirens's expression gradually became solemn as he retrieved the memory that he had just received and thrown away deep in his brain and read it again.

He was wrong to speak too loudly just now. His original body would not die quietly at home and be discovered only when it was almost rotten, because in this uninhabited suburban woods, there was a little monster with black hair and black skirt who often visited.

Coincidentally, the little monster was named Nico Robin, and like him, she was a devil fruit user.

What's even more coincidental is that a few days ago she passed the doctoral examination of the O'Hara Archaeological Institute and officially became a historian. She also picked up a shipwrecked giant on the beach.

The most coincidental thing is that the fallen giant was named Sauro, a former vice admiral of the Navy Headquarters, and one of the persons in charge of carrying out the "Demon Slaying Order" operation to destroy O'Hara.

Four days have passed since Robin picked up Sauro, which means...

Sirens took a deep breath, his expression could no longer be described as solemn or gloomy. He recalled the explosion he had vaguely heard when he was unconscious just now, and then looked at the little bit of gray smoke mixed in with the blue sky and white clouds outside the window...

If nothing unexpected happens, he might have an accident.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom—!!!”

Just as he climbed out of bed and staggered towards the door, the bombardment covering the entire island began!

Without any preparation or concern, the shell appeared. The moment Sirens opened the door, a big hole appeared in the roof of the cabin, followed by a loud bang.

The terrifying high temperature and strong shock wave came from behind, and in the flames that shot up into the sky, the sickly young man who fled in panic was thrown far away like a discarded rag, and his thin clothes and fragile skin were torn and burned in an instant.

Siren, still holding the door handle in his hand, fell heavily to the ground. He had no idea how many bones were broken and his bloody back was full of shrapnel and debris. His internal organs could be seen wriggling through the wounds so deep that the bones could be seen. A large pool of blood was spreading under his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ahem... I see, where are my teammates? Please save them..."

Blood was gushing out of his mouth, and Sirens felt like the god of death was waving at him. But the other party was not a big wavy lady in a sexy death domineering outfit, so he felt that he could still save her.

But O'Hara was in chaos at the moment. All the islanders and doctors had fled to the refugee ships for their lives. No one would come to see whether this monster was dead or not.

Just as he was about to pray to the gods to see if any of them would take the time to respond to him, the earth suddenly shook violently, and a loud, rough voice like a huge bell came from afar.

"Robin, we have to leave here. You're doomed if you stay on this island!"

"But mom and brother Sirens are still on the island, I want to stay!" The sound of gunfire was mixed with the shrill cry of the little girl, "Sauro, please go back quickly, please!"

"No, I can't agree to this!" The rough voice was filled with undisguised anxiety, "Robin, one day, you will be exposed to the truth of history.

Your mother and O'Hara are both great. They left you the hope of life. You must live on and pass on the history of this island..."

Most of his hearing was lost in the explosion, so Sirens couldn't hear the conversation that followed.

He raised his head slightly, and his only remaining right eye reflected the huge figure running farther and farther away in the firelight. The light in the boy's eyes gradually dimmed, as if he had seen his own end.

But whether his brain was damaged by the explosion or he knew that he had no hope of survival and chose to play badly, Sirens used the last bit of his strength to control the index finger of his left hand to point forward. His voice was weak but revealed an incomparable firmness, and he added the last sentence to the unfinished conversation:
"So, don't stop!"

boom--! ! !
As he finished speaking, another artillery shell exploded beside him. Just as he was about to close his eyes and wait for death to see if he could return to Earth again, Siren was blown away again. He fell to the ground ten meters away and rolled seven or eight times. He lay there smoking like a ball of charred meat.

Staring at the sky full of gunfire and smoke with despair, only one sentence remained in Sirens' mind, repeating over and over again:
"Red Dog, I'll spur your horse..."

His vision became increasingly blurred, the pain of his shattered body gradually faded away, and his consciousness seemed to be sinking into a quagmire. Sirens prayed with his last bit of strength, hoping that God would bless him to win one more resurrection match, even if the price was that he had to delete all the emoticons of No. 24 Ice Tea!
His devout prayers seemed to have really moved the heavens. A "cannonball" emitting a strange red light whizzed across the sky and rushed towards him with a long tail flame.

When Sirens, who was on his deathbed, saw this scene, he thought that the Sulfuric Acid Face from the Kingdom of Light had heard his prayers and was preparing to return the light that his son-in-law had borrowed when he was a child.

Unexpectedly, the next second, the red light penetrated his chest!

"Chi-!!!"

His chest and abdomen were cut open by a sharp blade, his almost stopped heart was crushed into powder, and the demon lurking inside that was about to abandon him was also crushed!
His nerves were completely destroyed, and the pain that was harder to expel than the blue and silver entanglement dissipated. Sirens tried hard to open his eyes, wanting to see clearly what had come from afar to stab him.

But as soon as he saw the appearance of the thing clearly, his anger froze.

At the end of the horizon that seemed to be shrouded in blood-red fog, a ferocious double-edged broadsword stood proudly!

Its blade, as gray as bone, reveals the dual sharpness of time and death, and every tiny line seems to be engraved with endless wails and resentment.

There seemed to be hot magma flowing slowly inside the sword, but it was imprisoned by the cold sword body.

And at the end of the sword, there is miraculously embedded a beating "heart", which is not something that flesh and blood can possess, and it is beating slowly in a way that transcends the laws of nature!

Every beat is accompanied by a low and heavy echo, as if it is the low hum of an ancient demon, spreading endless ominousness and fear, foreshadowing that the world is about to come to an end!

However, just like the shattered Sirens, this hideous giant sword was covered with mottled cracks. If it weren't for the extremely rich blood light that completely enveloped the sword, it would have disintegrated on the spot in the next second.

The scarlet blood light gradually spread, devouring the boy's charred and mutilated body bit by bit.

At the moment when his life reached its end, a voice with boundless murderous intent and domineering power rang out in Sirens' mind, like a war cry that pierced the sky on the battlefield:
"Twilight Star Spirit! You deserve to die--!"

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(End of this chapter)