Pirate Devil Creator

The sun rises and sets, the tide ebbs and flows.The red mud on the beach becomes darker and darker until it is completely submerged in the waves.

Olivia closed the cover with "Observation Diary" written on it - a notebook that was actually a homework diary.

The powerful sense of knowledge told her that there was a strange creature appearing on the seaside; and the experience told her that it was Sabrina, the Terror Awakener.

"Sabrina, what are you doing here?" These days, after Olivia admired it for a while and satisfied her strange paranormal fetish, she finally recalled her plan to analyze the "horror" power.

The algae hair on the ground that was almost level with the rising tide moved strangely, "...Oh, Olivia..."

"Sure enough, no matter how many times I see it, I still think it's cute~" Olivia squatted down, her dimples became shallow.

Sabrina's messy long hair hid her expression, but it could be seen from the tangled fingers tangled in the corners of her clothes that she was quite nervous.

"Light, sea..."

"Light?"

"Hmm!... On the sea, there are all kinds of lights... very beautiful."

She looked at Sabrina, who had strange thoughts in her mind, and also lay on the shoreline, "Hey, Sabrina, where is your butler?"

"No...don't know..."

To be honest, from this perspective, Sabrina's long black hair seems to be no different from seaweed, and she speaks slowly, like a sloth that is too lazy to move due to high tide and is drowned by seaweed.

With the same strange thoughts as Sabrina, Olivia's eyes moved to the distant horizon.

An exciting and novel perspective.The sound of the world was pushed away by the slowly advancing waves, and was replaced by the sound of the sea. The whole breath was filled with the smell of sea water, giving a feeling of drowning.

The setting sun on the horizon is between two pieces of sky, one is empty and boundless, and the other is sinking into darkness.Under the dark background, light becomes colorful.

"That's amazing...Sabrina..." Olivia's tone also slowed down.

"Well..." Sabrina's voice was so soft that it seemed like it was coming from all directions.

Horror is the ultimate romance of darkness and the starting point for the birth of divinity.

Olivia suddenly had such an idea.

Time is getting slower and slower.

Between waves, Olivia slowly stretched out her hand toward the sea, and something seemed to leave with the passing sea blue.

"Sabrina, don't you like Deacon?"

"...I don't...like it."

"But...it doesn't seem like Sabrina would attend the tea party just because they are beautiful, elegant, and loyal."

"...Ah, because...because, I..."

The sound became silent as the night fell, like the whispers of the wind, scattered without a trace.

Under the starry sky, the deep blue approaches them, and so does the dream.

fear……

is it?

In her sleepy eyes, someone seemed to be approaching, maybe it was Sergio... Olivia thought so.

"Both of them are asleep..." Im's eyes fell on the group of deep-sea banshees that seemed to be hovering near the water. "This child..."

"Ugh……"

"It's reached its limit..."

"Lately... I always mistakenly think I have returned to those days..."

One is 4 years old and the other is 8 years old.Im holding one in each hand without difficulty, "I'm looking forward to your future..."

The next day.

"Lady Sabrina——"

"Lady Sabrina——"

A panicked shout broke through the tranquility of the early morning, and there was a hint of crying in the boy's hoarse voice.

Sabrina woke up from the same bed as Olivia and fell into deep thought, "...Ah, it's Creek..."

Deep down she felt a little strange about such a good quality of sleep, but ultimately she felt sorry for her poor butler.

"By the way...I...forgot to go home again."

Olivia yawned, "I feel like I slept for a long time~ Yo! It's Sabrina! What's wrong?"

"...Crick's voice."

"I see, what Olivia sensed was Sabrina's butler! It seems that she has been looking for it all night~" Olivia said with a smile, "Sergio - send Sabrina to to her deacon."

"By the way, Sabrina, don't forget today's meeting~"

The Umbrella members will learn in the secret base what the adult taught the queen.

In order to protect the identity of the adult, Olivia created a masked man who looked like Im, but retained Im's voice. She had always wanted to find an opportunity to invite the old monster into the Star Network to preserve part of his spirit. body, making this virtual teacher more vivid.

However, although it hasn't reached that step yet, I don't know if there is a filter for the mysterious master. The umbrella members all like this virtual teacher.

"...Well...thank you."

Watching her figure disappear, Olivia said thoughtfully, "Sabrina..."

"Rembrandt...Sabrina..."

Terror is a force that is independent of the elements and is born based on life.

How did Sabrina... get connected to this power?

"Who?" Shalulia Palace seemed to be frightened, "That guy has always been strange, and everyone doesn't like to associate with her... By the way!"

"However, she has a very good relationship with Lord Trenton's cousin...Olivia! Why do you ask this?!"

"Who knows~"

"You'd better keep Lord Trenton in your heart, otherwise... I'll hate you with five... no, ten fingers!!!"

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Sabrina's parents are both Draco cadres with rare abilities that rank among the best in the world's governments.

His father was the talker of the Rembrandt family, and his mother was the genius of the Lanzeras family.

Unlike Olivia's parents because of their superficial appearance, Sabrina's parents really looked down on the bastards and incompetence of other Draco people, so they chose the most outstanding person among their peers.

however--

Sabrina, the child born from their union, is completely different from their style of painting. After being diagnosed by her genius doctor mother, Sabrina sees the world differently from ordinary people.

It is not an ordinary color blindness. The world Sabrina sees is flat, fluid, and distorted.To describe it, it is probably a world that has experienced two-way foil dimensionality reduction!Chaotic, weird, twisted and dark.

She was born with terror.

"Because... because—"

"I...like the color of Creek very much..."

This is why Sabrina attends the tea party.

The sky is not a vast expanse of blue, but filled with giant dead eyes full of prying eyes.

"The god is dead," Sabrina thought. "Who is that god?"

"But that's okay, we've got a new one. I'll be in it too."

Olivia entered three more surnames into her optical computer——

"Rembrandt", "Lanzalas" and Shalulia's mother's family, "Patel".

"It's getting more and more interesting~ Did the descendants of Rembrandt and Lanzeras inherit the talent of one, or -"

"Are they all there?"

"There are twenty creators in total! I really hope that I can crack the secret of time soon."

Olivia took out the last bottle of evolutionary fluid, "The plan is irreversible. No one can stop the connection between Olivia's name and God!"

"The final awakening period lasts for -"

"One year."

The warm light tea color of his eyes was dyed into the color of ambition. In the empty palace, the shadows were slender and could not touch the boundary.

"Lord Olivia, Lord Im has summoned you."

"Take me there."

"Yes. My noble master."

The sound of clattering footsteps landed softly, and Olivia walked briskly onto the throne, "Lord Im, what's wrong?"

"Olivia, do you know the reason why I personally taught you?"

"Hmm... I know a little bit."

"Well, when you become an adult, I will leave everything to you, but there is only one request."

"Request?" The child was a little confused.

"can you do it?"

"Request? Master Im, what is the request?"

Im looked calm and distant, "No matter what happens, don't reveal the history of 800 years ago."

"Eh?" Olivia was stunned, "But, Lord Im, Olivia doesn't know anything yet! This request..."

"Even if there are very few records, you will find out sooner or later. Right?"

"No!" Olivia folded her arms dissatisfied, turning her head to avoid looking at Im's expression, "Why does Olivia have to agree to such a request! Even if she agrees, Im-sama will not tell Im Livia’s story happened 800 years ago!”

Im was silent for a moment, "Olivia——"

"Also, Master Im has undergone immortality surgery, right? After giving up the throne to Olivia, what is Master Im going to do? To meet his companions from 800 years ago?"

"Im-sama must be an idiot!"

The last sentence made him feel dazed. He seemed to remember that a long time ago, there was a child who always called him "adult".

"Speaking of which, Olivia doesn't need to be Lord Im's successor! After reaching adulthood, if the great Olivia is willing, Lord Im will have to give up her seat now! Humph—— "

"It's just that Olivia reluctantly respects Lord Im, an old man who is over 800 years old!"

Im fell into a long silence.

"...Thank you, Olivia. You and them...are really very similar..."

"They...them?" Olivia repeated.

Yes, Mariejoia is now full of in-laws. Maybe all the "Umbrella" members, including her, have 20 creators... except for the Neferutari family, which has the blood of 19 creators.

So far, Olivia only knows one "Trenton Surron" and one "Neferutali Im(?)m(?)":...

"Okay, okay! Old man Im! Knowing that Olivia and her little 'umbrellas' are just like them 800 years ago, then live for a few hundred more years!"

"Really! You don't look like an old man, but now you want to lie down in a coffin. You really don't understand life! You really don't understand!"

Im watched quietly as she left angrily, and vaguely saw smiling farewells mixed with reprimands to him.

'I...have lived for many years...'

In a daze, Im returned to a long, long time ago in his dream, a time when families were the rulers everywhere.

"imu——"

"imu——"

After the war, when he woke up from his hospital bed, he often felt out of tune with the world and often felt that he had forgotten something.

During these long 800 years, Im seemed to have spent it half asleep and half awake, alone, being pushed forward by time.

"Where's cp0? I haven't found it yet..."

"……fruit……"

Those juniors seemed to have always abided by a certain rule. Regarding Devil Fruit, Im thought that what they were discussing was something that must be controlled, the "Fruit of God".

Gradually, before he opened his eyes, he heard the words of his juniors——

"Has the memory fruit not appeared yet?"

"What's going on! Waste! What a waste!"

memory fruit...

By the way, Im remembered it, even if only a little bit.

Among his companions was a memory fruit user whose memory was blocked after the war.

But in the end, he didn't pull it out. He guessed that maybe it was because he refused to pull out his memory. In the past... everything that existed for him.

If you just block the memory, it may be very painful when you think about it.But maybe, in his dream, he can go back to the past.

Because of the power of the memory fruit, Im couldn't recall most of the memories of that war, but he knew one thing -

It was a war at the juncture of history, full of uncertainties.At that time, they were right for most people, but in the future, they are destined to be wrong.

There was a huge disparity in strength. Of the 24 coaches, in the end, only 3 were left.

Until now, he was the only one left.

For 800 years, this was a lonely journey that belonged to him alone.

"but--"

"Don't worry, our descendants have not become bad...at least--"

"I won't be the one you hate anymore..."

Im sitting alone on the throne on the high platform and fell asleep.

"Hahahaha! In that case, I won't admit those bastards!"

"Yes! If my descendants become those fat-headed bastards, it won't matter even if they are defeated by others!"

"As expected of the famous Mr. Knight Sword, he is super handsome!"

In the empty palace, he murmured in his sleep:

"It's okay...everyone..."