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Translator: FusionX
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– Foolish, ignorant, incompetent fools! You, who cannot even survive such a trifling calamity, gather once more beneath my wings!
The Dragon God’s wings beat powerfully.
An even fiercer gale than before swept over us, but I planted my sword in the ground and braced myself.
– The continent’s destruction is justified! Greedy fools, taking pleasure in a land you cannot protect!
The Dragon God’s fury peaked.
He was weary.
He reminded me of Kurika.
She, too, had grown tired and disillusioned with the beast-kin, who relied on her for everything, even their vengeance.
The Dragon God Shakarim, too…
He was disgusted by the dragon-kin, who came running to him for every little problem, expecting him to solve it. He had closed his eyes, but now…
– I awaken from my long slumber. And starting with you, I will show those who invoke my name the true weight of its meaning!
“One thing!”
I raised my sword and shouted.
Could he even hear me?
My voice was swallowed by the fierce wind generated by the blue sun hovering above his horns.
“You’re mistaken!”
But dragons had larger ear holes than humans, so he should be able to hear. I shouted at the Dragon God, as if speaking to the void.
“We’re not asking you to stop the apocalypse.”
I stopped time.
Halting the flow of time for such a massive being sent waves of exhaustion through me, but if I did nothing, we would all die.
I began to climb the dragon, as if scaling a mountain.
Reaching his snout, I released time and shouted,
“We’re asking you to stop it with us.”
– You… INSECT!
Shakarim, realizing a human was on his snout, was consumed by an inarticulate rage.
Like someone with OCD finding their room defiled.
I plunged my sword into his snout.
“You lizard, pretending to be a god.”
Rin’s strategy from the second iteration.
The first step had gone well.
“Including Bethany.”
If a person has ten fingers, the Pirate Lord has ten executives.
Not only skilled, but sharing his ruthless nature and pirate’s code.
They were the true seafarers recognized by the Pirate Lord, a badge of honor unmatched by anything else.
But two were already dead.
Jesant and Bethany.
The other executives rejoiced at the elimination of their rivals, mocking the deceased, but for the Pirate Lord, this was no laughing matter.
Two of his fingers had been cut off.
“Ahem.”
The fingers gripping his beer mug throbbed.
Gulp, gulp.
The cold beer flowed down his throat, a stimulant clearing his mind.
On long voyages, stored beer often became lukewarm, sometimes even hot.
But the Pirate Lord’s ship had a magical freezer, keeping his beer cold.
Every time he took a swig, he was reminded of his status.
He had made the impossible possible.
Cold beer at sea.
In these small things, he found confirmation of his greatness.
“Ah, that’s good! Now, let’s go!”
The other executives looked at the Pirate Lord as he stood abruptly.
They had been summoned due to Bethany’s death, but hadn’t yet been given any instructions.
And now, he suddenly declared they were moving out.
“That idiot Jesant died on land. That’s not our territory.”
But Bethany was different.
For the Pirate Lord, this vast ocean was his domain.
And someone had dared to cut off his finger in his own territory?
This wasn’t just about avenging an executive.
This was about the Pirate Lord’s honor.
“Let’s show them what a true seafarer is! Let’s show them the cruelty of pirates!”
Each executive had a signal flare to indicate their ship’s location to the others. The map showed Bethany’s ship, marked in blue.
The map showed nothing but open sea.
But his greedy, pirate’s nose caught a whiff of gold.
“The sweet scent is intoxicating. Another hole to fill.”
There would be plenty of loot there.
Even if there wasn’t, Bethany’s ship alone would be enough.
The fool had saved and scrimped to acquire that vessel. It would be a fine prize.
“It’s annoying that I lost a finger helping those Chokugen Faction bastards…”
But he’d been paid handsomely, and this incident had strengthened their relationship.
“Let’s go, my magnificent seafarers!”
The Pirate Lord raised his mug and shouted, and the surrounding pirates cheered in response.
But it was still a cold winter sea.
Drinking cold beer on deck made his teeth ache. As the Pirate Lord turned, a shadow fell upon him.
It covered half the ship and moved swiftly.
“What’s that?”
At first, he thought it was a cloud, due to its size.
Then, because of its speed and shape, he thought it was a bird.
But it was neither.
Then what was it?
“Hey, what’s that?”
“Hmm.”
He asked Doom, another executive, who pulled out a small telescope and looked towards the sky.
“Wow, I think this is it.”
“What do you mean, ‘this is it,’ you idiot?”
“Wyverns! Wyverns!”
“…Wyverns?”
A flock of wyverns flying over the sea, not seagulls.
The Pirate Lord hadn’t imagined they would be heading in the same direction.
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