Pirate: My Piltover technology is far ahead!

Chapter 4 The World's Gaze

"Go this way, we should meet them soon, but are you just going to leave your boat here like this?"

Ginny roughly determined the direction, then looked at Oran's ship. Although this was originally a sparsely populated canyon, there was still a possibility of being discovered.

"Of course I'm prepared for this. You'll see when we get up there."

After Oran and his group left the valley below, Ginny was surprised to find that the boat that had been moored there had simply vanished.

"Hey, where's the boat?"

"It's still there, but I activated the ship's holographic mimicry. You can't see it unless you go inside. Plus, with the ship's automatic weapons, it shouldn't be a problem for a short time."

Oran vaguely remembered that an unprecedented war would break out on this island, and in the end the entire island would disappear from the map. Otherwise, he could try to hide it.

Oran's ship was originally moored in an ordinary dock, so there was no need to activate this device, which is why Ivankov and his men were able to see Oran's ship earlier.

"But we need to hurry. Some of the equipment on my ship is damaged, including part of the power supply system. The backup power can only last for a while. Also, bring this with you."

Oran handed Ginny something resembling a gas mask, an essential item for living in Zaun, an air filter, but its purpose at this moment was to cover her face.

"Cover your faces. I have other plans after we get out. I don't want to end up on their wanted list, and you don't want to be targeted by the World Government's henchmen after you leave, do you?"

The World Government's intelligence control is not very strong; after all, they don't even have control over public opinion, or perhaps they think it's not worth managing.

In theory, as long as the void of the past century is not touched, the world government will not keep a close eye on any one person.

Oran did this just in case; given the prevalence of face blindness on the high seas, wearing a mask was already a sign of respect for them.

"Um... what about mine?"

Ivankov thought Oran would give him one too, but after waiting for a long time, even after Ginny had adjusted the clasp, Oran didn't make a move.

"Your face is too big. I don't have any in your size. You'll just have to make do with a cloth to cover it up."

It wasn't that Oran discriminated against Ivankov; it's just that his physique, or rather his facial features, meant he couldn't use ordinary equipment, so in the end he had to resort to makeshift methods.

Meanwhile, in an open area of ​​the Valley of the Gods, tall stone pillars stood everywhere, surrounded by sparse shrubs and moss.

A small stream meandered down from the mountain ravine, making a gurgling sound. Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility.

A boy, more robust than an average adult but with a very youthful face, is desperately trying to escape.

His shaved head was covered in scars, and his tattered clothes were in tatters. The chains on his hands and the targets on his clothes indicated that he was also a slave.

The people chasing him were not marines or Celestial Dragons, but a group of slaves dressed in the same manner.

Amidst shouts and curses, a stone flew from behind and struck the boy squarely on the back of the head.

With his eyes turning white, the boy's massive body collapsed onto the grass.

The man who caught up from behind seemed still not satisfied. He picked up a wooden stick and smashed it against the boy's body, shouting angrily:

"Damn it! The ten-man team is jointly liable. If you run away, we're all going to die! Who told you to run away?!"

The man only felt relieved after the tree root was broken, and he called to his companions to drag the boy back.

But just as he grabbed the boy's feet, a rope net flew in from afar and bound him tightly.

"My lord! My lord! We've caught the escapee! Please don't hurt me! We've made amends for our past mistakes!"

Instead of trying to break free, the man bound by the rope net lay on the ground and began to plead loudly. At the same time, the slaves next to him knelt down in unison.

In their eyes, only the Celestial Dragons could do such a thing in God Valley now, and obedience to the Celestial Dragons was ingrained in their very bones.

"A bunch of idiots. Nobody's watching you, yet you're willing to work for a bunch of people who want to kill you. You really enjoy being slaves."

A slightly mocking voice came from afar; the net bomb had just been fired by Oran.

Ginny couldn't withstand the recoil of the net gun, so Oran took the gun and used it himself.

Looking at these rather obedient slaves, Oran had nothing to say about them other than pity.

The boy who had fallen to the ground opened his eyes again, still groggy.

At this moment, Ivankov and Ginny also came over with Oran.

"Are these the Bakania people? They are indeed very big. I heard you have giant blood, is that true?"

Ivankov observed the man with curiosity. According to the information Ginny had previously stolen, the Celestial Dragons were very interested in this particular prey.

"Ivan, we'll talk about that later."

"How are you? Can you still stand up?"

Oran reached out his hand to the boy, and as if sensing the kindness, the boy responded, standing up again with Oran's help.

"Thank you...you are..."

"Just some people planning to leave. At least you know how to run away. Want to join us?"

Those who didn't even dare to think about running away were not worth fighting for in Oran's eyes. It was already good enough if those people didn't cause trouble. The boy agreed without thinking. For him, there was no choice at all.

"Wait! You can't take him with you! If he gets away, we won't be able to explain ourselves to the Celestial Dragons!"

"Let's arrest them all. Maybe the Celestial Dragons will be pleased and give us some rewards..."

Not daring to resist the powerful, some slaves choose to please their masters by oppressing the weaker.

Even if they fawned over them, they were still treated as prey for amusement in the end.

The slaves outnumbered the slaves, and after exchanging glances, they seemed to agree with the idea of ​​the person who had spoken earlier.

Several people surrounded the area in a semi-encircling manner.

"You guys are incredibly stupid! Even if you capture us, do you think the Celestial Dragons will let you go?!"

Ivankov pointed his gun at them, but Oran's actions just now showed that the gun only fired non-lethal nets, so it did not scare them away.

"What can we do? There's no way to escape from here. Those are Celestial Dragons..."

Despite uttering the weakest words, they still moved closer. In response, Oran simply raised his arm, and the blue tubes embedded in the exoskeleton of his arm began to charge.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, several sharp ice spikes were released from the Oran arm armor.

There was no loud explosion, but the ice spikes created a frost storm in a small area after they hit the ground.

A moment later, only some ice sculptures remained on the ground.

The Hextech GLP-800, commonly known as the Ice Gun, is far more lethal than the police's net gun, thanks to its Hextech core.

Having lived in Valoran for so many years and possessing a wealth of "dreams," Oran is ruthless when it comes to taking action. He doesn't have time to deal with these people who are only trying to please their master, so he has adopted a brutal approach.

"Stop daydreaming. This isn't just a simple escape; it's a special kind of war. Since they've decided to become enemies, this is the inevitable outcome. War always results in death."

"Let's go find some people willing to resist. Hopefully, there will be fewer fools like this."

After calling out to Ginny and the others, the group continued their journey through the mountains of God Valley.

……

The situation outside God Valley is even more tense than the situation inside the valley itself.

Some time ago, in the New World, on the island of Hatchinos.

Because of the enormous number of pirates that gather here, it is also known as the Pirate Island.

The strongest of these pirates is undoubtedly the Rocks Pirates.

Having received the message from Ginny, the Rocks Pirates have already begun their journey towards God Valley.

"The Rocks Pirates have set sail! They beat us to it!"

"Hurry and follow them! This is a major event in the pirate world!"

Countless pirates filed out, crossing the Calm Belt from the New World toward the West Blue.

Soon after, the Navy also received news that the pirates had set sail.

At the Navy Headquarters, the current Fleet Admiral, Sora, was extremely annoyed by the intelligence gathered by the Navy and fiddled with the Den Den Mushi in his hand.

"That's the situation, Garp. It's not confirmed yet, but if it's true, it'll be troublesome, so I can only ask you for help."

"Huh? Why would the Celestial Dragons all go to such a remote island? Is it a school trip?"

"I'm not going. They should have enough guards. What's there to be afraid of?"

On another island, Garp lay leisurely on a deckchair, showing no intention of making any move.

"I can't say the specifics, but I heard that Roger also went to that island."

"What? Why didn't you say so earlier? I'm leaving right now!"

In an instant, the top combat forces of both the pirates and the navy began to advance towards God Valley, and a new era of competition seemed to have officially begun.

(End of this chapter)