The pinnacle of pirates begins with deceiving fate!

To fully express one's lofty aspirations and stir up the world, all to leave a lasting and memorable mark on life, and to live a life worthy of one's own.

later.

He was a naval officer determined to uphold justice to the end, firmly believing that "nothing can be accomplished without rules" and that all freedom was within limits.

Perhaps there is no true justice in the world, but by upholding the law to the end, one can infinitely approach justice.

finally.

He is a politician in a world government, and a king of either a member state or a non-member state.

In his world, pigsties have their rules, and human communities have their laws. Whether it's justice or evil, the ultimate goal is always to serve profit.

Humans are not equal. Everyone is born with their own definition, whether they are a farmer, a sheepdog, or livestock to be slaughtered.

Right or wrong has never mattered!

His background defined him as livestock to be slaughtered. The world smoothed out his edges, taught him to lie low, made him shrewd and calculating, and would flatter and fawn over others for trivial benefits.

But he was not content with that; he wanted to become the owner of the farm!

He will stop at nothing to achieve this!

"Even if I die on this road, I will have no regrets."

"I've always believed that fate is capricious!"

"..."

Late at night.

The men of the village gathered at the tavern, raising their glasses in celebration of the scorching sun and the melting snow.

Meanwhile, a strange guest arrived outside the village chief's luxurious wooden house.

Dong dong dong

Inside the living room, a charming woman with long chestnut hair was curled up on the sofa. Her black tight-fitting wool dress accentuated her curvaceous figure, and a pair of jade feet covered in flesh-colored stockings peeked out from the hem of the dress, gently arched.

Hearing the knock, the woman put down her novel "Liar Liar Noland" and looked up at the door.

"Who?"

She was Vanessa, the village chief's wife, and she knew that her husband would only knock loudly on the door whether he had been drinking or not, and that only someone else would knock so gently and politely.

“I am John.”

A man's deep and magnetic voice came from outside the door.

"John?"

A handsome face instantly flashed into Vanessa's mind.

She knew this man and even once wanted to get close to him to hear his stories about the outside world.

Thinking of this, Vanessa got up from the sofa, slipped her stockinged feet into slippers, and walked towards the door.

She pursed her lips, opened the door a crack, and showed half her face to the man outside.

"Mr. John, is there anything I can help you with?"

It's late at night, and she's home alone. What does this man want by coming to her door?

John smiled, meeting the glimpse of a charming woman peeking through the crack in the door, and spoke softly:

"May I come inside?"

Upon hearing this, Vanessa bit her lip, looking somewhat embarrassed.

In the dead of night, a man and a woman alone in a room is really...

Seeing Vanessa remain silent, John pouted slightly and began to act coquettishly.

"Is it okay?"

Having grown accustomed to her bald husband's usual domineering nature, Vanessa's heart was instantly shattered when she was suddenly treated coquettishly by a handsome man.

She slowly opened the door.

"Please...please come in."

Vanessa struggled to voice the invitation, her pretty face already flushed as red as the sunset.

"Thank you."

John gave Vanessa a polite nod and stepped into the cabin.

As the door closed, Vanessa's heart began to pound uncontrollably, adding a touch of ambiguity to the atmosphere inside.

John strolled leisurely through the living room with his hands behind his back, looking around before turning back to Vanessa, who remained frozen in the doorway.

"Beautiful lady, won't you buy me a drink?"

"what?"

Vanessa snapped out of her daze and took small, quick steps toward the liquor cabinet.

"I apologize for my poor hospitality and rudeness."

"No, it is my rudeness to visit so late at night."

John always wore a faint smile, which, combined with his tall, handsome figure, made him appear infinitely gentle.

Under this gentle touch, Vanessa's movements became clumsy, and it took her quite a while to take out two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet.

John sat down on the sofa, his gaze sweeping over the novel "Liar Noland," and gently patted the seat to his right.

"Can you sit down and have a drink with me? Let's talk about the world outside."

"Okay!"

Upon hearing that they were going to talk about the outside world, Vanessa instantly forgot everything else and quickly walked over in her slippers.

John took the goblet and poured one for himself and one for Vanessa. Then, gazing at the flickering flames in the fireplace, he began to tell the story of the Golden City in a low, gentle voice.

"Beautiful lady, do you know Sky Island? There, a group of warriors are fighting to keep a promise made more than three hundred years ago..."

Romantic stories are always captivating, and before they knew it, the two had already finished three bottles of red wine.

Even Vanessa, who was born on the winter island and naturally had a high alcohol tolerance, gradually became dazed and unknowingly leaned against John.

John naturally put his arm around Vanessa's waist, his gaze shifting from the fireplace to her mesmerized face.

When emotions run deep, everything happens naturally.

"May I come inside?"

"Yes...yes."

"How rude! You should say 'Please come in'!"

"Please...please come in."

"You're too hesitant, say it again!"

"Waaah...you're bullying me..."

at the same time

The village chief walked home with faltering steps, reeking of alcohol.

As he passed the cabin where Alice lived, he stopped and turned to look at it. He was sobering up a bit, and his face showed displeasure.

"You rejected me? I'll get you sooner or later!"

Although he lived a life that everyone envied—an older man with a younger wife—even the most beautiful woman can become tiresome.

He needs something new!

Chapter 35 We are born as free and independent individuals

"Ha, a bunch of idiots, they can't even take care of their own families, yet they dare to dream of competing with me?"

The village chief couldn't help but feel smug when he thought about his affairs with several married women in the village.

Among these people, some husbands were still kept in the dark, while others sensed something but could only swallow their anger.

There's nothing we can do; he's the village chief!

Behind him is the royal family of Drum Island, and above the royal family is the World Government, which makes these ignorant people not even dare to have the slightest thought of resistance!

The village chief grew increasingly smug, humming a little tune as he swayed his head and walked home.

As the village chief approached his luxurious wooden house, he faintly heard a high-pitched, melodious, and captivating voice.

This sound made the village chief, who was already itching to do something, even more distracted.

"Who is this guy so powerful? He has inexhaustible strength, like an ox."

The village chief muttered resentfully, unwilling to confront the jealousy that had arisen in his heart.

He's really amazing, okay?

and many more!

Suddenly, the village chief realized that as the most powerful person in the village, his house was also the only one of its kind, with no other houses around.

The sound must be coming from inside your own house!

"not good!"

The village chief's breathing suddenly became rapid, his face contorted with rage, and he rushed toward his luxurious wooden house.

Arriving at the door, he took out his key, trembling as he tried several times to insert it into the lock, and then pushed the door open forcefully.

The moment the door was pushed open, the muffled sound became incredibly clear, and the scene that came into view was like a heavy blow to the village chief's heart.

The sky is falling!

On the sofa, his wife was enjoying herself with that pretty boy named John, one in front of the other.

Even after he entered the house, she didn't stop; instead, she provocatively intensified her actions.

"You damned beast, how dare you force yourself on my wife!"

Bloodshot veins appeared in the village chief's pupils. His eyes were bloodshot as he pointed angrily at John, his boundless rage almost crushing his teeth.