Pirate: It’s not a phantom beast, it’s a phantom god!

Chapter 329 Communication
Chuaners Wright, 33, lives in the Scholars district in northeastern West Ohara and is unmarried.

My job is to be the head of the ancient script group at the Ohara Historical Research Association, and I go on at least eight sea expeditions every year.

I don't smoke, and I only drink in moderation. I go to bed at 11 p.m. and make sure I get 8 hours of sleep every night. Before bed, I always drink a glass of warm milk and then do 20 minutes of stretching exercises.

I fall asleep as soon as I get into bed and sleep soundly until dawn, never leaving fatigue and stress for the next day.

The doctors on the island all say he has the healthiest lifestyle among the scholars in the Historical Research Association.

As the first archaeologist to graduate from Dr. Clover's tutelage, he also enjoyed considerable fame within the archaeological community and was even once considered Dr. Clover's successor.

But this outstanding young man suddenly disappeared during an archaeological expedition ten years ago, and has not been heard from since, his fate unknown.

As the old saying goes, if one's fate is unknown... then they're dead.
The scholars in the research association were all deeply saddened upon hearing the news, lamenting that such a brilliant talent was lost to fate. The members of Wright's ancient writing group even erected a cenotaph for him next to the "Tree of Omniscience" on the island.

His teacher, Dr. Clover, said nothing upon hearing the news, but advised the association members to minimize the number of scientific expeditions they would undertake in the near future, and not to travel on the World Government's research vessels if they had to go out.

Of course, many people later saw this stubborn old man, who was over fifty, quietly wiping away tears in a corner... but that's another story.

In short, everyone in Ohara was overjoyed to have learned by sheer chance that Wright was still alive.

"So, young lady, are you telling the truth?"

"Is Wright really still alive?"

Dr. Clover confirmed with La again.

He spoke very cautiously, as if he was afraid that the other woman might suddenly say, "I was just joking around." At his age, he couldn't bear the thought of losing something he had just gained.

However, La obviously wouldn't do such a thing.

Seeing that the other person was still somewhat suspicious, she simply extended her other hand, palm up.

"?"

The people of Ohara were somewhat confused, but what happened next made them all open their eyes.

"?!"

The originally invisible natural light was captured by the palm of the hand, and then distorted and deflected under some incredible force field, eventually forming a small humanoid figure similar to a hologram.

The human figure was so lifelike that it looked like a miniature version of a living person, with even every single hair on its head clearly visible.

She stretched her hand forward slightly so that the old man in front of her could see her more clearly.

"This is what he looks like now, you can confirm it."

"..."

"Wright... it really was you."

There's no need for confirmation anymore; the complex expression on Dr. Clover's face says it all.

Compared to the figure in his memory, the virtual portrait before him no longer possessed the youthful vigor of the past; instead, it exuded a profound sense of vicissitude...

Dr. Clover knew without a doubt how much hardship his once-proud student had endured over the years.

"Young lady... ah, I'm sorry I haven't been able to ask your name yet."

After wiping his eyes slightly, Dr. Clover's attitude became much more friendly this time.

"pull."

"Um... Miss Ra, could you tell me what Wright has been through all these years?"

"I want to know why he hasn't returned to Ohara or contacted us, even though he's still alive?"

This wasn't just a question on Dr. Clover's mind; the people of Ohara behind him also wanted to know why Lightmin, who wasn't dead, hadn't contacted them...

Was it amnesia? Or was she being held captive or threatened? Some scholars began to speculate wildly, while their gazes towards La began to belatedly become wary.

La seemed oblivious to all of this, simply raising the hand that had been resting on Connor's forehead.

The pale golden flames were completely withdrawn; she had completed the treatment, and the boy, who had been unconscious, showed signs of waking up.

"His experience... Wright has actually held an important position with us all these years."

"As for why he hasn't contacted you, you'll have to ask him yourself. He should still be on Fenrir Island in the New World."

"A new world?"
Fenrir Island?
Everyone started muttering it aloud.

This should have been a strange island they had never been to before, but the name 'Fenrir' felt strangely familiar; the scholars felt as if they had seen or heard the name somewhere before.
"Wait! I remember Fenrir should be... um!"

Olivia first remembered what Fenrir was, but stopped herself the moment she said it.

……

Fenrir, a volcanic island located in the middle of the New World, surrounded by numerous smaller islands.

A few years ago, it would have been just one of many obscure islands in the New World, and most people who didn't look at a nautical chart wouldn't even know it existed...

But after a certain pirate crew moved in, the situation changed completely.

The world seemed to be awakened when a silver handgun with a revolutionary design successfully fired its first shot on the black market.

It was as if the floodgates had been opened, and countless munitions, like a torrent, rushed from the island called Fenrir to every corner of the world, attempting to destroy everything in their path.

Handgun, rifle gun, submachine gun, machine gun.

Artillery, naval guns, RPGs, railguns.

75mm, 105mm, 150mm, 800mm!

All kinds of weapons, both imaginable and unimaginable, were continuously manufactured and then shipped ship after ship to various countries or powers around the world.

The King's Guard, the rebels, pirates, and the navy... After acquiring these weapons, wars inevitably became more and more frequent and intense.

The methods of warfare also gradually changed from face-to-face combat to ruthless meat grinders.

Human bodies were smashed more and more until they were indistinguishable. Sturdy buildings were destroyed one by one until the entire city was razed to the ground.

It can be said that as the "World War Plan" continues to advance, the distinctive smoke from Fenrir Island, carrying a faint olive scent, has spread to more and more countries and regions on this planet.

……

Through her trench coat, Olivia touched the revolver hidden in her lower back for self-defense, and finally uttered the name in a deep voice...

"Fenrir Island, that's where the headquarters of Beast Heavy Industries, currently the largest arms dealer on the market, is located."

"Beasts Heavy Industries is an industry under the Beasts Pirates, one of the dominant pirate groups in the New World."

"So, Miss Ra, you mean Wright is now..."

"Well, it's what you think."

Seeing the other person's somewhat stiff face, La nodded.

"Wright is now an important internal affairs officer in our Beasts Pirates. Don't worry, he's living a safe and fulfilling life here."

"As for the scholars of Ohara..."

La stood up, straightened her skirt, dusted it off, and then looked at the other scholars who had realized what the name 'Hundred Beasts' meant and whose faces had turned pale.

"On behalf of the Beasts Pirates, I welcome everyone to visit our territory at any time for exchange and learning. We will provide you with hospitality appropriate to your status and guarantee your personal safety."

(End of this chapter)