From Pirates to Sweeping the Worlds

Time is like a silent teacher. It teaches us to grow and become strong, allows us to understand the true meaning and significance of life, and leaves us with a lifetime of insights and understandings.

Xia Jieren understood this well. During the long week, he had to endure the pain of being on the verge of mental breakdown several times every day.

At the same time, his gains were enormous, and his eyes became more determined.

The simplest example is that once when Xia Jieren was out, he accidentally got his arm cut by a sharp stone, leaving a three or four centimeter wound. Bright red blood was oozing out, but Xia Jieren didn't even blink.

It’s not that Xia Jieren couldn’t feel the pain, but he felt that this level of pain was nothing compared to the pain caused when his body’s limits were exceeded.

During this week, Xia Jieren spent most of his time training his strength. Unfortunately, Xia Jieren has not yet broken the limits of his body.

However, exercise is a persistent process. Even if Xia Jieren was a little impatient, he couldn't break through the limits of his body quickly. Xia Jieren was a little disappointed about this.

Comparing people with others will lead to death, and comparing goods with goods will lead to throwing away.

Xia Jieren’s best comparison objects are those predecessors who traveled through time.

They are either invincible at the start, or have a powerful background, or have powerful plug-ins, or have strong abilities and are blessed with great luck.

No one is as miserable as Xia Jieren.

Although there is a Zerg inheritance that can reach the highest level of interstellar overlord, it unfortunately requires a long period of cultivation.

Xia Jieren couldn't help but complain: "We are all Zerg Overlords, but why do some of our predecessors have such a smooth development process and can make great progress all the way?"

"I have to work hard to deduce the types of troops and develop cautiously."

"Oh, I won't say any more. It will only bring tears if I say more."

In his spare time, Xia Jieren never forgets to create some new stories. Although he is not in such urgent need of Bailey now, he still insists on creating.

This is mainly to kill some time. This is the bad thing about time travel. Xia Jieren, who is trapped on an isolated island, has other ways to entertain himself.

Mirror Lake Base, bedroom.

Xia Jieren lay on the bed with his hands crossed on his chest, motionless for a long time. If others saw him, they would think Xia Jieren was dead or asleep.

In fact, Xia Jieren's consciousness had already entered the heart network. He was sitting on the wide grass, scratching his ears and cheeks, looking very uncomfortable.

Xia Jieren had no mood to appreciate the meadow with singing birds and fragrant flowers at this moment, and he had wasted the computing power of the mind network and Kerrigan's kindness in vain.

Xia Jieren was conceiving a new and interesting short story, but he had big problems with the details such as the choice of words and sentences.

As a science student, he is not good at this kind of nitpicking.

The 500-word composition in elementary school, the 600-word composition in junior high school, the 800-word composition in high school, and the 20,000-word thesis in college all gave him a headache.

Xia Jieren simply gave up on treatment and was only responsible for conceiving the plot, leaving all the details to Kerrigan.

Although Kerrigan's writing knowledge is also limited by Xia Jieren, this is not a problem for Kerrigan who has sufficient computing power.

He took a long breath, looked up at Kerrigan, and said casually, "I'll leave it to you next."

As soon as he finished speaking, the data in the mind network flowed quickly, and in less than a second, the short story "Three Princesses of the Navy" was completed.

“Haha~~, this is so funny.”

Holding "Three Princesses of the Navy" in one hand and pinching his cheeks with the other, Xia Jieren tried his best not to let the corners of his mouth open too wide and affect his image.

After laughing, Xia Jieren left the heart network.

I opened my eyes and looked around, only to see that Mushiji had already placed the photocopied "Three Princesses of the Navy" on the desk.

After flipping through it a few times, Xia Jieren thought to himself, "Chong Er is simply a human typewriter. These words are really pleasing to the eye."

Happy time is always short-lived.

After noon, at Kerrigan's urging, Xia Jieren started exercising again. He has been in this state for a week.

......

On the vast ocean.

A simple raft was drifting with the current. A sharp-eyed, handsome man sat comfortably on a chair, slowly picking up a glass of red wine and savoring it carefully.

He was carrying a huge sword that was more than two meters long, which looked a bit awkward.

At this time, a double-track sailing ship with a skull and crossbones flag came towards them. On the huge sail was a skull with two crossbones, and a big knife was inserted straight into the skull, which looked very ugly.

The raft began to rise and fall, and Mihawk frowned slightly, looking at the pirate ship so close with some displeasure.

The pirate ship also discovered the existence of the raft at this time and began to slow down slowly.

"Hey, listen up, everyone down there, hand over all your valuables."

A loud shout came from the side of the ship, followed by more laughter and shouting.

"Our captain is the great pirate 'Big Sword' Jerry, who has a bounty of 18 million."

"If you do what we say, we can spare your life."

"Yeah yeah......"

Ignoring the shouting around him, Mihawk slowly drew out the long sword behind him.

At this time, a big hand pushed through the crowd and came to the side of the ship. 'Big Knife' Jerry looked at the long knife in Mihawk's hand, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

"Boy, if you hand me your weapon now, I will allow you to join us."

Mihawk remained silent. He felt that it was unnecessary to even look at such a small fry.

Mihawk was seen holding a long knife, slashing it diagonally at random, then putting the knife away again, and then continuing to drive the raft forward without looking back.

When he saw Mihawk making an attacking posture, Jerry's fleshy face became very ferocious, and his right hand holding the big knife began to gradually exert force.

But in the next second, Mihawk's blade flashed white light, and the flying slash was like a knife cutting tofu, easily cutting the hull into two pieces.

The great pirate 'Big Sword' Jerry happened to be located in the middle of the biography and went directly to hell, with his body cut into two sections.

Amidst fear and screams, all the pirates fell into the sea.

Soon, a few lucky pirates grabbed a small piece of wood and slowly floated to the surface. After they caught their breath, a small thug suddenly shouted, "I know who that man was just now?"

As the few remaining people watched, he said, "He is the most popular swordsman in the West Sea recently, 'Hawkeye' Mihawk. He is also a great writer."

After these words were spoken, the few remaining members of the Big Sword Pirates were filled with fear. At the same time, they deeply regretted offending this powerful swordsman, to the point that they would have to pay with their lives.

Although they were still alive, without a ship in this vast ocean, the probability of them surviving was very slim.