Pirate King: I'm determined to be the King of Sons-in-Law!

Chapter 2: Work 200 Times Harder!

Naval 153rd Branch Fortress.

New recruit registration office.

"Name?"

"Loya".

"age?"

"17 years old."

Why did you join the Navy?

"To get ahead!"

The officer paused his pen on the paper, looked up at the boy in front of him, and nodded almost imperceptibly.

A very common reason.

But few people say it outright.

He remembered the boy. About three months ago, the boy's family's merchant ship was robbed by pirates, and only the boy was lucky enough to survive. After that, he stayed in the town's tavern and worked odd jobs.

There's nothing wrong with the background.

The branch's recruitment criteria weren't that strict; as long as you weren't a wanted criminal and were in good health, that was enough. Besides, the branch had suffered heavy losses and urgently needed to replenish its ranks with fresh blood.

"approve!"

"Thank you, sir!"

"Sergeant Monca, take the new recruit Loya and familiarize him with the base."

"yes!"

Monka responded at the top of his lungs.

It was only then that Loya noticed the burly man standing to the side.

Monka?

"Axe King" Monka!

His imposing physique, nearly three meters tall, and his solemn, unsmiling face inspired awe.

Loya estimated that with his small frame, he would be lying on the ground calling an ambulance if he were hit even lightly by the other party.

Without extraordinary strength, size is an absolute advantage.

hiss--!

Is this the oppressive feeling of the "Axe King"?

Monca approached Loya, seemingly trying to appear friendly, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

That's pretty scary.

"Newcomer, come with me."

"Yes, Sergeant Monka!"

Loya straightened his back, his attitude full of confidence.

Since you're here to join the army, you have to act like one.

Moreover, at this time, Monca had not yet turned into the future dictator, nor did he possess the power and authority he would have at that time.

After receiving his recruit rations, Loya followed Monka, carrying bedding and a bucket, familiarizing himself with the general layout of the fortress.

Two columnar defensive towers, four residential and logistical buildings, plus several open training grounds—this is the 153rd Naval Branch.

Including logistics, the entire branch had only a little over two hundred people, of whom only a little over one hundred were officially employed marines, and most of them were lost in battle.

It can only be described as shabby.

However, that is the reality.

The backbone of the navy is concentrated on the Grand Line, especially the Navy Headquarters, with the aim of protecting the safety of the Holy Land Mary Geoise.

As for the navy stationed in the four seas, not only are their forces scattered across the four seas, but their combat strength is also far inferior to that of the navy in the Grand Line. They even have difficulty defeating "great pirates" with bounties of less than 2000 million.

Dormitories, dining hall, recreational areas

Having gained a general understanding of the fortress's layout, Monca led Loya to the recruit training ground.

Dozens of prospective recruits were undergoing physical training, but their morale was quite low, and even their slogans sounded weak and feeble.

The effects of the defeat are only just beginning.

Monka clenched his fists, veins bulging on his arms, a mixture of hatred for pirates and resentment at his own powerlessness.

It took him a long time to loosen his fist.

"Starting tomorrow morning, you'll receive basic training here. The afternoons are for miscellaneous tasks; someone will guide you."

Monka explained the precautions.

New recruits are all low-ranking menial workers. Apart from necessary training, their main tasks are cleaning, sanitation, and other logistical work.

In other words, it's doing odd jobs.

Even the back of their uniforms has the character "雑" printed on it.

Slaying pirates? You're not even worthy of being a lowly soldier.

Once a soldier has successfully completed basic training such as physical fitness, they will be promoted to private third class. At that time, they will no longer be responsible for miscellaneous tasks, but the newbie protection period will also end.

They're going to the battlefield!

Loya listened attentively to Monca's explanation.

The training programs for new recruits are mostly physical training, including 200 push-ups, 200 sit-ups, 10 laps of rope climbing, and 20 laps of running on the parade ground.

"I see, that's exactly one-tenth of the training volume for the Marines at headquarters."

Loya knew what was going on.

He has some understanding of the training content for marines at the Naval Headquarters.

Before transmigrating, because of Koby's superhuman strength, he chatted with netizens who were particularly good at talking, including about the training programs at the Marine Headquarters.

Perhaps that's why he traveled through time.

I'm sorry, he shouldn't have made that careless remark.

"Sergeant Munka!"

Loya turned to Monka, pointing to the new recruits and training facilities on the training field, his eyes shining: "Can I join the training now?"

"Now?"

Monka paused for a moment.

It's normal for new recruits to be excited when they first join the army, but very few of them demand formal training right away.

interesting.

If you think basic training is easy, you're sorely mistaken!

Normally, a menial soldier needs at least three to six months of training to pass the basic training and be promoted to a full-fledged private.

Want to make a name for yourself right from the start?

Let's ask the pirates if they agree!

Monka became interested and wanted to see Loya's potential. He said sternly, "Okay, but I must remind you, once you join the training, you absolutely cannot quit halfway through, understand?"

"clear!"

Loya took a deep breath and immediately ran into the training field, following at the back of the new recruits, jogging around the training field.

A total of 20 laps!

The training track is 500 meters per lap, so 20 laps would be 10 kilometers. Even if the average physical fitness of people in this world far exceeds that of people on Earth, completing it would not be an easy task.

"Huh, a newbie?"

The new recruits noticed Loya. They were also general laborers, but they had joined the branch two or three months earlier, making them "veterans" among the new recruits who were about to graduate.

"Brothers, give it your all!"

"clear!"

The recruits tacitly increased their pace, intending to give the newcomers a bit of intensity, which was one of the few sources of enjoyment they had.

The training formation gradually sped up, and Loya, who was already lagging behind at the back of the group, watched helplessly as he fell behind.

The distance between them quickly increased.

"A show of force, you know."

Loya was not surprised and silently maintained his running pace.

Wherever there are people, there is a social dynamic. It's common for older people to bully newcomers, and this kind of bullying isn't even really bullying; it's more like showing off.

If you can't keep up with the training, it's because you're useless!

Loya had a very easy time on the first lap.

On the third lap, Loya's forehead was covered in sweat.

On the fifth lap, the training formation appeared behind Loya, leaving him a full lap behind, and even shouting slogans as they passed Loya.

"One! Two! Three... Four!!!"

The shouts that echoed across the training ground made Loya's ears ring.

Lap 15!

The new recruits had finished their running laps and were taking a short break at the edge of the training field, while also enjoying the spectacle of the newbies.

Only Loya remained on the track, moving at a snail's pace, each step requiring immense effort.

"Hoo~ Ha~ Hoo~~"

Loya gasped for breath, his lungs felt like they were on fire, burning with pain, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging damply to his skin.

It's uncomfortable, even painful!

His current body is that of an ordinary 17-year-old boy. Although he is young and strong, training according to marine standards from the start puts a great strain on his body.

My legs felt like lead, my vision blurred, and I could faintly hear the jeers coming from nearby.

They ignored the external interference.

At this moment, Loya had only one thought in his mind.

run!

This is not just a training session; it concerns his future and whether he can replicate Koby's miracle.

"thump!"

Suddenly, Loya felt dizzy, then his knees buckled, and his thin body collapsed onto the sand.

"The new recruits can't hold on any longer!"

The new recruits who were watching immediately perked up.

Under normal circumstances, the training intensity for new recruits will not be very high. It is considered very good if they can run 10 laps in their first long-distance running training session. The instructors will not be too harsh on the new recruits.

There always needs to be an adjustment period.

They all went through this process, gradually increasing their training volume until they could keep up with the training intensity of regular marines. Even after training for several months, they were still drenched in sweat after running 20 laps.

The fact that the newcomer could run 15 laps in one go was beyond their expectations.

"Hey, look!"

Just when everyone thought the newcomer couldn't hold on and needed to rest, the newcomer used his hands to support his body and slowly got up.

Keep running!

The mocking smile gradually disappeared.

"This guy's not bad at all!"

Someone muttered something, and the others nodded in agreement.

It's really good.

"Sergeant Morgan, what's his name?"

"Loya?"

"Ah, I remember now, he's a bartender at the Food Bar!"

"Damn, I'm so envious!"

"Not only is he handsome, but he also gets to spend every day with Mrs. Lilika!"

"Brothers, let's increase the intensity of the training for the newbies from now on!"

"This is a must!"

In this information-scarce world, having a drink at a bar in one's spare time is almost everyone's greatest hobby.

The gentle and beautiful tavern owner, Mrs. Lili, is the dream girl of countless marines, and thus, she is very fond of Loya, who is staying at the tavern.

Ha ha.

Newcomers need to be made aware of the dangers of society!

It was evening, at the dormitory building.

Monka carried the drained Loya and threw him onto the dormitory bed, startling the other new students in the dormitory.

This is only the first day!

As soon as Monka left, his roommates immediately surrounded him, one of them holding a broomstick and carefully poking Loya's butt.

"Feed?"

"Stop fooling around."

Loya lay on the bedding and wiggled her pert buttocks in protest.

The basic physical training that a recruit could complete in half a day took him a whole day; at this moment, his soul felt like it was about to float out of his skull.

This is fucking tiring!

"call."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and went back to their beds.

It's good that they're not dead; they don't want to end up collecting someone's corpse on their very first day in the Navy.

Time passed slowly, and the excited newlyweds gradually fell asleep amidst their boasting, looking forward to tomorrow.

Soon, a chorus of snores filled the air.

It was late at night, close to midnight.

Loya suddenly opened his eyes, sprang up from the bed, looked around at his snoring roommates who were fast asleep, and went to the balcony alone, his lips moving slightly.

"The World!"

The surrounding space stretched outward, quickly constructing a void, independent world, as if one had entered the cosmos.

Then, a series of training facilities, such as sand, running track, and climbing ropes, appeared in this empty space.

It's exactly the same as the recruit training ground!

"Just as I expected!"

Loya perked up and dragged his tired body into the training field.

This special, independent space is a unique power he awakened after transmigrating here, capable of recording and replicating the external environment.

"Unfortunately, it can only simulate things related to training."

After three months of exploration, Loya gained a preliminary understanding of the function of "the world," which, simply put, is a pure training space.

It has absolutely nothing to do with any stand-in.

The "world" will replicate the "training process" he has experienced, which is why he works so hard to complete the basic training during the day.

It seems pretty useless.

However, time within the "world" is completely frozen; no matter how long he stays there, time outside will not change at all.

In other words, he can train extra in the "world," giving him more training time and allowing him to put in more effort to improve his skills.

This is the power of the "world"!

However, maintaining the operation of the "world" requires spiritual power.

Three months ago, when I first transmigrated, the "world" could only last for an hour, but now it can last for about three hours.

Loya firmly believes that as long as he continues to grow stronger, the duration of the "world" will also continue to increase, thus achieving a miracle of working 200 times harder than others!

"Put in 200 times the effort!"

"If Koby can do it, there's no reason why I can't!"

"I want to become a Marine Admiral too!"

Hard work is his most likely, and currently only, way to get ahead. If he slacks off when the opportunity is in front of him, he will despise himself!

Loya took a step forward.

Run forward!

(End of this chapter)