From Pirate to Revolutionary Mentor

Chapter 76 Making the Celestial Dragons Feel Pain

Prison space.

The Celestial Dragon who had just entered was still in a daze, but the painful screams in his ears startled him.

Looking over there, one could see that in the opposite cage, Samit Saint, whom they hadn't seen for more than half a year, was now rolling around on the ground covered in black flames.

The heart-wrenching wails were so agonizing that just listening to them made him feel the pain within.

Where am I? Is this hell?

"I'm the crawler, I'm dog shit, I'm nothing..."

"Please, just kill me! Kill me!"

"Ouch, that hurts!"

"Daddy! Mommy! It really hurts..."

"Who can kill me... Waaah... It hurts so much!"

"I'm trash, the Celestial Dragons are all trash, Mary Geoise is a garbage dump! Let me die, let me die..."

The piercing wail made even Saint Volko's soul tremble. What kind of pain could have caused Saint Samit to completely abandon the honor of the Celestial Dragons and even only wish to die as soon as possible?

and many more……

In my mind, the rules governing prisoners in the prison space came to mind.

Volker's soul collapsed to the ground.

He understood why the Sacred Society of Samit could still appear before him more than half a year later.

The corpse seen in Mary Geoise was real; the wailing here was merely the soul of Saint Samite, who had endured such torment for more than half a year.

More than half a year...

The thought of that time made Volker tremble uncontrollably.

So... so will I end up like Saint Samit? Endless black flames burn me, I can't even die, I can only wail like this and can't even faint.

"Mother……"

The wailing Saint Samit cried out for her mother again; she was Saint Mary Geoise, also a Celestial Dragon.

"Ah!!! Kill me!"

Perhaps Samite noticed him and rammed into him, but was directly stopped by the cage and had no effect whatsoever.

But this scene terrified Volko. He grabbed the cage and looked towards the passageway, crying, "I was wrong! I was really wrong! Don't punish me like this! I have so much treasure, and I have an endless supply of Pele!"

"It's all yours! Everything's yours! Please, please!"

At that moment, a faint light appeared in the dark passage.

"I could hear your noise as soon as I opened the door. This sound insulation only isolates the passageway. It's so noisy."

Kevin waved his hand, and the flames on his body inside the Samite Holy Cage slowly dissipated.

Anyway, it will take almost a year to burn all the paper money, so it won't make a difference if we burn a little more.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Panting, Summit didn't bother to rest and immediately knelt down beside the cage in a dogeza (a traditional Japanese swearing position).

"Please, please, please..."

"I'm trash, all the Celestial Dragons are trash, can't you just let me die completely?"

"It hurts so much, it really hurts so much..."

"Please, have some compassion, I beg you..."

The soul's head kept hitting the floor of the cage. At this moment, he no longer had any of the arrogance he once held as a Celestial Dragon.

After more than half a year of suffering, unable to fall into a coma or let the pain go unresolved, he would have gone insane long ago if it weren't for the nature of prison.

But it is precisely because of this characteristic that he is able to feel real pain.

The Saint Volker in the opposite cage also knelt down immediately. He was afraid; he was afraid that he would end up like Saint Samit.

"I was wrong, I'm trash..."

Kevin chuckled and looked at Volker: "You really are quick to apply what you've learned; did you just witness his pain?"

Volko, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head slightly and was stunned when he saw that Kevin's soul form was not covered by a mask.

"You're... in the Navy?!"

"Oh? You know me?"

The name of the West Blue Executioners will not reach the Celestial Dragons. The Navy or the CP are nothing more than their dogs.

Kevin gained some notoriety within the Navy during his time in the youth training camp and the Ohara incident.

You should know that the last time Samite was killed in the Sabaody Archipelago, none of his CPs recognized Kevin.

During Roger's execution, he was identified as Kevin, which is why the guy called him "Little Mr." upon meeting him.

Volker lowered his head again; this time he had learned his lesson.

Having witnessed the horrific state of Saint Samite, he couldn't help but realize that such suffering was more terrifying than death, and Samite himself only wished for a swift end.

"I...I saw you with one of the guys in CP9."

At this point, Volko's eyes lit up: "Right...right! I also helped you get promoted to major general, sir. I'll have my dad go..."

Before he could finish speaking, Kevin crouched down to face him, a broad smile on his face: "One of the big shots behind Spandam? So, do you have some treasure you haven't hidden in Mary Geoise?"

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Volker was so anxious he almost cried.

As Celestial Dragons, they have everything they want. They have Beli and others, they also have Devil Fruits, and they can have as many women or female slaves as they want.

But which Celestial Dragon would hide these things? Or hide them outside Mary Geoise?

They're not pirates.

Despite racking his brains, Volker still couldn't think of any treasure he might have outside of Mary Geoise.

"Hehe, looks like there aren't any left."

Upon hearing this, Volko hurriedly said, "I can get Spandine to give you a lot, a lot, a lot of money, as long as..."

Kevin interrupted, "As long as you can get out, right? Do I look like a fool? If I let you out, wouldn't I be exposed? Besides, I've already killed you. You're just a soul here; you can't get out."

Disappointed, he shook his head, ignoring Summit's incessant, frantic pleas, and simply waved his hand.

"Bang!"

Black flames erupted in the two cages, and the cries of agony grew louder as the two Celestial Dragons competed in a tenor battle in the passageway, each trying to outdo the other in volume.

After exiting the passage, Kevin still had to go to CP's detention center.

The Sabaody Archipelago killed more than one Celestial Dragon, and compared to that, this group of CPs left behind some legacy.

A dozen minutes later, after only a few seconds of painful experience for these stubborn guys, they all kowtowed and confessed everything.

With a sigh, Kevin suddenly decided he wanted to go and bring that old bastard Roger back.

He used to be responsible for these things, but now that he's been released, he keeps running back to Windmill Village and hasn't fulfilled his duties as the wardens at all.

It seems we'll need another warden.

……

The Grand Line, an unnamed island.

This island has now become the early training and distribution base for the Revolutionary Army. Before this, the slaves rescued by Kevin from the Sabaody Archipelago would all undergo a selection process here, and this time is no exception.

Tesoro was brought here and surgery began immediately. Despite the severity of his injuries, he overcame them with astonishing willpower.

Stella, who was brought over later, also received gunshot wounds. The whip marks looked horrific, but they were not life-threatening.

She waited outside the operating tent, her hands clasped in prayer, her head bowed, silently reciting something.

It wasn't until nightfall that the revolutionary army's doctor and his assistants came out.

"The blood type match was timely, and everything turned out alright. He kept repeating one name: 'Your name is Stella, right?'"

The woman nodded repeatedly, and after receiving the answer, she relaxed and collapsed to the ground.

She didn't cry when the Celestial Dragons took her away, but now she cried out loud, repeatedly saying thank you.

After a long while, Stella, having been comforted, thanked everyone who had donated blood before entering the tent and quietly watching Tesoro.

They were rescued and left that hellish place.

Tezzolo woke up the next morning.

The first thing he saw was Stella, who was sleeping on top of him. He was startled awake by the slight movement. The two looked at each other without saying a word, but they moved closer and closer.

At that moment, the tent flap was opened, and a figure paused at the entrance.

"Um, you've come to the wrong place."

Kevin, still wearing the mask, retreated again.

I got bombarded with dog food first thing in the morning, it's fucking filling. They're in such a rush right after waking up, doesn't their breath smell bad first thing in the morning?

Outrageous!

Stella emerged from the tent in just one minute.

"Oh? So fast?"

Stella blushed slightly, but still bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle: "If it weren't for you, sir, Tesoro and I..."

Kevin waved his hand: "There aren't any adults here. You can call me Mr. Fireseed or Mr., just like they do, it's fine either way."

"Furthermore, my main target is the Celestial Dragons; saving you was just a side benefit. Thank you for accepting."

Stella paused for a moment, then nodded. "Is sir always this direct?"

Kevin looked at her: "Is there a problem?"

Stella: "Judging from your voice, you must be quite young, though it might not be your original voice. But being so direct might make it hard to find a girlfriend."

This time it was Kevin's turn to be surprised.

It's important to understand that 99% of the freed slaves will find it difficult to change their mindset immediately.

Just like Koala, who was rescued from Mary Geoise by Tiger in the future, she initially treated herself as a slave on the fish-men's pirate ship, working tirelessly and not daring to cry.

But this person... has already recovered their composure after just yesterday.

No wonder she still sang in the human trafficking shop in my memory, and even when she was taken away by the Celestial Dragons, she still maintained a smile and talked about her good fortune.

"Go have breakfast; it's provided free of charge. You'll need to make a choice later."

After Kevin finished speaking, he went straight into the tent and looked at Tesoro lying on the bed.

Struggling to get up to thank him, Kevin waved his hand dismissively: "Stop. You might die if the wound reopens. Your woman is still alive; you shouldn't want her to die so soon."

These words calmed Tezzolo down, but he still thanked her.

Kevin had heard these words far too often lately; the slaves rescued from Sabaody Archipelago were mostly filled with gratitude.

After a long pause, Kevin finally said, "Now... you should be able to empathize, right? Those who were taken away by the Celestial Dragons and enslaved, what kind of suffering must their families or loved ones be enduring?"

Upon hearing this, Tesoro clenched his fists, recalling the helplessness he felt a day earlier when he was trampled to the ground.

That was the time he hated himself the most, hating himself for being completely helpless.

"The darkness of this world has been laid bare before me since long ago, it is everywhere."

Kevin pointed upwards and said, "The people of this world are all oppressed by them. Human trafficking, celestial gold, war, chaos, pirates... there's too much to it."

"You used to think that as long as you earned enough money, you could buy the woman you loved and live a good life, that would be enough, right?"

"But you didn't consider that even if you succeed, someone might knock you unconscious and sell you again the moment you step out of the human trafficking den."

"This is a dark world, so dark that there is not a single ray of light. People who try their best to survive find that living in this world is worse than dying."

"You know, every time the Celestial Dragons descend upon the Sabaody Archipelago, those who are a little slow to kneel are killed, children who unintentionally block the way are killed, and nurses who help the wounded are forcibly taken away."

Having faced a Celestial Dragon, what do you think you should do to protect your woman?

Tesoro's eyes were bloodshot, but he remained silent.

He knew he had no way to resist, and before this he thought he wouldn't be so unlucky, but the reality was so cruel.

Kevin looked at him, and some memories came to mind.

Ordinary people want to survive, so they save money and try to change their lives, such as buying their own car.

However, time and again, this world shattered his simple and unpretentious heart, leaving him to live numbly like a walking corpse.

The future Golden Emperor possessed a vast amount of wealth in this world, yet he couldn't even take revenge, and could only indulge in a life of debauchery and self-deception.

"God Valley, this is my hometown. But it no longer exists on maps or at sea; it was erased by the World Government sixteen years ago."

"I am one of the survivors, and everyone here, except you, has suffered a similar fate. Slaves, ordinary people oppressed by the Heavenly Gold..."

Kevin stood up and looked at Tezzo.

"We want to turn the world upside down, so we need like-minded partners. You can think carefully about whether you want to join, but even if you do join, you will have to undergo rigorous assessments and training."

"If you want to leave, that's fine too. Someone will come to pick you up. The choice is yours; there will be no coercion, and I won't have any complaints."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tezzolo on the hospital bed quickly raised his hand, the movement causing him to grimace in pain from his wound.

"I want to join!"

"I never want to experience that feeling again. I will protect Stella! Even if it means turning the world upside down!"

Kevin smiled upon hearing this: "Then accept the test. But you still don't understand, there's more to overturning this world than just that..."

"Only when you know why you're fighting will your inner spirit resurface and become your source of strength!"

"What we need are thoughtful and determined warriors who understand why they want to overturn the world. That's what you need to figure out. Think about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kevin had already left the tent.

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(End of this chapter)