A Pirate's Counting Life

If this is the case, Mark feels that he can keep training. He glanced at the glasses next to him and asked.

"Have you ever felt that the cells in your body are jumping for joy, and the fatigue in your body has dissipated a lot?"

The glasses looked like you were teasing me and said slowly, "Xiao Ma, are you running silly? How can you not be tired? I want to go to sleep right now."

Looking into the eyes of the glasses, Mark realized that the other party was not lying, and he was a little confused. Could it be that he was overthinking?

After asking a few other people, they all got the same answer. Mark frowned and thought, since it's not a common phenomenon, it must be because he has a special constitution.

"Can you relieve physical fatigue by eating meat? What the hell kind of physique is this?"

Mark was a little speechless. If he was given Charlotte Lingling's steel skin, Mark would jump with joy.

It’s not that his physique is not good. At least with this physique, Mark’s path to becoming a strong person will be easier.

But there is no harm without comparison. Charlotte Lingling was over five meters tall at the age of five, and Douglas Barrett destroyed the country at the age of 14. Compared with these people, Mark feels like a younger brother.

It's not that Mark has high hands and low eyesight. If he wants to live well in this world, he can't do it without strong strength.

You must at least have the strength of a lieutenant general to live better in this world. The premise is that you don't provoke those strong people, otherwise even a lieutenant general will be in vain.

Mark decided to set a small goal first, to become a lieutenant-level officer in the Navy. After all, the cloak of justice is still very cool.

Mark would like to see how the cloak is fixed. Once you become a naval officer, you can wear the cloak of justice. The ranks of the navy are marshal, admiral, lieutenant general, major general, commodore, colonel, lieutenant colonel, major, captain, lieutenant, and ensign. , warrant officer, staff sergeant, sergeant, corps leader, first class private, second class private, third class private, handyman

As long as you reach the rank of ensign, you can wear the cloak of justice. Ensign is already considered an officer class in the navy. Although Mark is only a third-class private now, he is confident that he can become a naval officer.

After the training in the new camp is over, he can go out to sea with his superiors to suppress bandits. If he has good experience and luck as a gangster, it will not be a problem for him to be promoted to private within a year.

When your strength improves, you can stand out during boarding battles, become the most handsome guy, and then get promoted and get a raise.

Thinking of the wonderful life in the future, Mark took a hard bite of the steak in his hand.

Looking at the half-human thigh meat in front of him, although he couldn't do Luffy's job of spitting out bones one by one, Mark could still finish one in 3 minutes.

After eating five steaks in a row, Mark felt that his body had recovered, but the cells in his body still wanted to continue eating.

Out of curiosity, Mark ordered three more meat dishes. As the steaks continued to be consumed, Mark felt a powerful force stored in his body.

"Can this thing be stored?"

Yuan Fan was shocked and silently retracted his previous comments about his physique. This physique is quite powerful. In addition to invincible strength, a strong person also has a long battery life.

For characters like Akainu and Aokiji, it takes ten days to decide the winner. This battery life is simply abnormal.

When I thought about fighting with others in the future, after the enemy fell down tiredly, I showed a disdainful look and said softly, "That's it?"

That scene was simply heartbreaking, and Mark felt like he had a bright future.

Mark excitedly ate the food for three people, and then continued to order more food for three people. It was not until he had eaten 100 people's food that the cells in his body felt full.

Mark didn't dare to eat anymore. It only took an hour for the auntie in the cafeteria to look at him from relief to fear now.

He was afraid that if he went back, he would eat the other person's spoon. After Mark left, the aunt took off her apron and hurried to the major's office.

"Major Jelio, a big eater has appeared in our branch!"

"It's a blessing to be able to eat. How much can a recruit eat? Rum, I'm not talking about you, it's just a little meat, isn't it? The children are growing and must keep up with nutrition."

Jelio scolded Rum with some dissatisfaction, waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

"Don't bother me with this kind of thing in the future. I have a lot of tasks to deal with every day."

Rum said unconvinced, "But, that recruit ate food for 100 people... If he continues to eat like this, our food reserves will not be enough."

Jelio's fingers holding the cigar trembled slightly, and he asked uncertainly, "How...how much?"

“Serves 100 people”

Rum smashed the jar directly, spread his hands and said slowly, "There is only so much food anyway, you can do it yourself. No one can hurt the child, after all, he is still growing."

Listening to the strange sound of rum, Jelio suddenly felt that today's cigar was particularly choking.

He waved his hands a little irritably and said, "Go get Bentley for me."

"Major!"

Bentley lightly knocked on the door and gave a military salute to Jelio. Jelio waved his hand, "Okay, we don't want this to happen. I called you here just to ask if this new class of recruits has gone out." A good seedling?"

"mark?"

Bentley frowned in thought and then said, "The kids in this class are all mediocre, there are no good prospects."

"Mediocre? Do you think eating food for 100 people in one meal is mediocre?"

Bentley was stunned when he heard this and said, "100 people? What's his name? This is really an incredible talent."

To this world, being able to eat is a talent, and the amount of food that feeds 100 people at a meal is worthy of their cultivation.

Jelio rubbed his forehead speechlessly. Did he ask Bentley to start talking nonsense?

"I mean the food supply problem!!"

Bentley's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he said without changing his expression, "Major Jelio, I recommend Lieutenant Rosen to handle this task! Lieutenant Rosen is very powerful and can fight with small sea kings. He is a rare talent in our branch!"

Jelio raised his eyebrows when he heard this and whispered, "Then go and call him."

"It's the Major!"

Bentley gave a military salute and left the room with goose steps.

"Ahhh~"

Rosen, who was in the officer's dormitory, rubbed his nose and murmured, "Is it because I didn't cover myself with a quilt last night and I have a slight cold?"

"dong dong"

There was a knock on the door, and Rosen said softly, "Please come in."

"Oh! Good news!"

Bentley opened the door with a congratulatory look, and said slowly, "Congratulations, Rosen. The major wants you to complete an honorable mission!"

"What mission?"

"You'll know when you get there, hurry up, hurry up, don't keep the major waiting for too long."

Rosen was confused and was dragged out of the room by Bentley. He walked to the door of the major's office. Bentley held his stomach and pretended to have a stomachache and turned around and ran away.

Rosen didn't ask any questions and knocked on the door gently. As a reply came from inside, Rosen pushed the door open. After a moment, Rosen closed the wooden door with a gloomy expression and said through gritted teeth.

"Bentley... your uncle's!! I'm not done with you!!"

Bentley, who was drinking tea in the office, shuddered and didn't think much about continuing to eat senbei.