Pirate: My Piltover technology is far ahead!

Chapter 5 Bartholomew Bear

Pirates have their eyes on the treasure of God Valley, and the Navy wants to protect the Celestial Dragons on the island. Although their reasons differ, countless ships are heading towards God Valley.

But this did not hinder anything that was happening in God Valley.

The Celestial Dragons' hunting activities continued as usual. Even though the higher-ups in charge had received the news, they showed no intention of stopping. In their eyes, these were just trivial matters.

The team that captured the Bakania slaves did not return, and the Celestial Dragons did not send anyone to pursue them. In the eyes of the Celestial Dragons, it was impossible for the slaves to escape from the island, so such a high-scoring slave escaping early would only add some fun to the competition.

To be precise, from the very beginning, the Celestial Dragons had already begun to release some slaves, instructing them to hide them well so that their games could be more enjoyable.

Meanwhile, the number of Oran and Ivankov's squad also began to increase, starting with the escaped Bakania slave, Bartholomew Bear.

The person who looked the biggest was actually the youngest in the group. Oran even went to some lengths to put him into the role of Bartholomew Kuma, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, in that future timeline.

Like the Lunaria, the Bakania were also exterminated by the World Government due to racial issues. In particular, the legend of Nika circulated among the Bakania, which made them a thorn in the side of the World Government.

When Kuma was born, someone at the hospital leaked his blood information, which led to the World Government's henchmen coming to their door. From then on, Kuma's family became slaves, his parents died one after another, and Kuma was also regarded as a slave to be disposed of by the Celestial Dragons and sent here.

"That's an incredible recovery ability, Xiong. Is your body all better now?"

Oran looked at the bear, who seemed completely unharmed, and was slightly impressed by the physical constitution of this race. It had been hit on the back of the head by a heavy object, causing it to faint, and then beaten with sticks, yet it was able to move freely again just a few minutes later.

"Okay, no problem. Thank you for your concern. You're a good person."

Ever since his father was killed by the Celestial Dragons for being noisy, Kuma couldn't remember how long it had been since anyone called him by his name. Slave, or numerical code name, were the only terms he was used to refer to.

"Good person. That word doesn't quite suit me. Alright everyone, you should all understand the situation now, right?"

Seeing Xiong suddenly define himself in this way, Oran just thought Xiong was a bit naive. Then he looked at the people around him, whose number had now increased to more than twenty.

Most of them were slaves, and a small portion were the bewildered natives of the Valley of the Gods.

Just as there are those like Kuma's previous group who only want to fawn over the Celestial Dragons, there will naturally be those who are willing to rebel and run away. When the opportunity arises, they will naturally make different choices.

Oran was treating wounds for some people. Besides scientists, he also had considerable knowledge of medical research. He didn't trust others to handle matters involving drugs and prosthetic modifications, so he did it himself.

Treating these people serves two purposes: to ensure the smoother progress of subsequent plans and to show goodwill.

Theoretically, they would be more cooperative due to the influence of first impressions.

Ivankov was explaining the specifics of the situation to them.

"Plunder resources, drive out the natives, and incidentally play a murder game."

There are approximately 100,000 people on this island, and according to the Celestial Dragons' plan, they will all be wiped out without exception in three weeks! Unbelievable? But that's reality!

You're in luck today! We have one—no, two—way to survive! Make your decision, folks: join us, or what?

Ivankov felt he had made the situation very clear, but some people still harbored inexplicable fantasies about the Celestial Dragons.

"Didn't they say that if we just endure these three weeks, we'll be free again?"

Ivankov's words silenced the small group of people around him. After a brief silence, a middle-aged man was the first to ask the question.

"You actually believe such nonsense?! This isn't the first time the Celestial Dragons have done something like this; in the past, not a single one of them has ever survived!"

We're going to kill you all and make you my targets, but the Celestial Dragons certainly wouldn't say that.

The Celestial Dragons chose to lure these people with freedom.

Although they kill everyone each time, it also means there are no witnesses. After the event, they can just say a few words to the remaining slaves in the Holy Land and give them a few false examples, which will give them more hope for the future and even make them look forward to such events.

The Celestial Dragons thoroughly enjoy the feeling of giving hope only to destroy it with their own hands.

"How could this happen?"

"It's a very simple logic: would you rather eat a lifeless fish with its belly turned up or a fresh, energetic fish?"

The hope that makes you desperately try to escape is what those people call a game. But there is no way to win this game; breaking the rules is the only way out.

If you're willing to believe the Celestial Dragons' story, you can always find a corner to hide in.

At this moment, Oran finished bandaging the last person's wound and picked up where Ivankov left off.

"I've explained the situation to you. Does anyone want to leave now?"

After waiting a moment and seeing that no one spoke, Oran understood what they were thinking.

"That makes things simple. Our goal now is to survive, so everyone, regardless of age or gender, has to make their own contribution. Tell us what you're good at, and we'll prepare for the next move. I don't want anyone to hold us back at a time like this."

Oran then displayed the Hextech flying door model in his hand again, proving the feasibility of the plan.

Humans are social creatures. When everyone was at a loss, Oran provided a direction and naturally became the guide in that direction.

The locals of God Valley were more familiar with the terrain, and after they gave a general overview of the area, the team split up and began to act separately.

Ivankov and Ginny went to the shipyard they had contacted earlier and brought some craftsmen to the agreed meeting point.

The nature of the ships is rather unique, and Oran has no intention of exposing them directly to everyone.

Oran then led his men to a nearby granary to store some grain for unforeseen circumstances.

Before parting ways, Oran called Ivankov and Ginny aside. As the first people Oran knew, he trusted them more.

"Ivan, although I gave you a net gun, that gun can also fire different types of bullets. Sometimes, a net won't scare the enemy. If necessary, you should dare to fire it."

"Hehe, leave it to me, I won't hold back in those situations."

Ivan accepted the special ammunition Oran handed him, and Oran followed suit, taking out several purple syringes from his storage box.

(End of this chapter)