Pirate: I'm really not a Super Saiyan

No matter how turbulent and complicated the situation in the new world is, and no matter how the various forces collide back and forth, all the disputes in the world seem to have nothing to do with the peaceful East China Sea.

The East China Sea has long been known as the weakest sea.

The hometown of the hero Garp, the hometown of the Pirate King Roger...

I don’t know if it’s because of the reputation of these two legends that the pirates here are so weak.

This has absolutely nothing to do with Cap's frequent visits home.

East China Sea, northwest, Konomi Islands.

The 16th Navy Branch.

Everything here is busy. The Konomy Islands were requisitioned by the Navy Headquarters as one of the shipyards because of their suitable climate and rich resources.

A large number of craftsmen and slaves conscripted by the World Government are working hard in the shipyard.

As one of the important shipyards selected in the East China Sea, it was ordered to build nearly 30 ships of various sizes before the end of the year. This huge work pressure weighed on everyone here.

No matter whether they were craftsmen responsible for manual work or slaves who simply sold their labor, none of them dared to rest for even a moment.

At this point, their fate is undoubtedly the same: if a shipyard fails to complete the shipbuilding task on time, all the people will be implicated and sentenced to death!

If the work of craftsmen can be considered a technical job, then the work of slaves is purely physical work.

The government conscripted a large number of slaves from all over the world and filled various shipyards to do heavy physical work such as cutting down trees and transporting materials.

In order to meet the combat missions in the near future, the demand for ships is urgent. The World Government has changed its normal practice and operated more efficiently. It has completely stopped the construction of the Tekira Wolf in the East China Sea [Bridge Kingdom] and transferred all the slaves there to various shipyards!

The East China Sea also has an extremely abundant human resource due to the abundant supply of slaves from the Tajira Wolves, and is provided by the World Government as the largest ship among the four oceans.

"Huh...huh..."

Little Jack was pulling the saw hard.

This felling saw was still a little too big for him. Fortunately, he didn't have to use this saw to cut down trees alone. He and his partner only needed to sit on the ground and pull the saw handle back and forth to cut down a tree that was so thick that several people could hug it.

Years of slavery have made 13-year-old Jack very thin. Compared with other normal peers, his physical development is not very good and he has completed less work.

Fortunately, little Jack's partner was willing to take care of him, so he was able to complete the assigned work every day and have something to eat.

Otherwise, with his small body, if he was hungry and beaten, he might not be able to survive even a night.

"Jack, don't open your mouth wide when you breathe, or you'll get thirsty soon, and we won't have any water to drink."

Said Sam, a middle-aged man who was also a slave, sitting opposite Jack.

After hearing what Sam said, Jack obediently closed his mouth and breathed through his nose.

Sam is in his thirties now, in the prime of his life. He has been a slave for only a short time, so his muscles have not yet been fully digested.

When he first came here, he could actually choose an adult partner, after all, there are targets for the tasks that slaves have to complete every day.

Those who failed to meet the targets were whipped and went hungry; those who met the basic targets had meals and were able to rest; and if someone was able to exceed the targets, they could even have a piece of meat added to the sloppy food as a reward.

Just for this small piece of meat that no one would even look at if it fell on the ground, countless slaves exhausted their energy and worked hard every day just to get a taste of the meat.

When Jack asks Sam if he wants to eat meat, Sam scoffs:

"These people have been slaves for so long that they no longer consider themselves human beings."

Jack had asked Sam why he wanted to be his partner, but Sam just patted his head and said:

"My daughter in my hometown is 12 years old this year, about the same age as you. When I see you, I am reminded of my daughter.

Children should suffer less.”

Hometown?

A difficult word to understand.

Jack has lived on the bridge ever since he could remember. People around him said that his parents were all worked to death, and as the son of slaves, he was naturally born to be a slave.

Jack didn't know whether the bridge was his hometown or not, but he probably didn't.

How could someone’s hometown be a bridge?

There were many things that Jack didn't understand, such as why the bridge was built; why the bridge was stopped and people built ships here instead; and why he was a slave and suffered torture here.

Some people around told Jack:

"Because you're a slave, little brat, you were born a slave!

Don't think about it, don't ask, just complete the task assigned to you!"

But Sam didn't think so.

One time after dinner, Jack asked Sam this question, and Sam answered him with a serious face.

"Jack, remember this.

No one is born a slave. This is wrong. You must remember this.

I promise you that one day, we will be freed from slavery and live normal lives.

Not only that, we will also join the army, join the army of justice, and defeat all these hateful slave owners and the world government behind them!"

Shouldn't I be a slave?

Am I going to overthrow the slave owners?

The words of adults are too complicated for children who have been working hard for their own survival since birth to understand.

But Jack trusted Uncle Sam and was willing to believe what he said, and kept all his words in mind.

Today was another day of hard work, and the two of them had already cut down six huge trees together. However, Uncle Sam's behavior was a little strange. He kept looking at the sun in the sky and muttering something.

"Uncle Sam, what are you looking at?"

Jack couldn't help but ask.

Sam double-checked the position of the sun, then turned to Jack and whispered.

"I'm looking at the sun, and I can roughly estimate the time by its position...

Remember what I told you, Jack?

We are not born slaves, there will always be a day when we will be liberated.

And that day is today.

No matter what happens later, remember to follow me closely. "

Although Jack didn't understand, he was very sensible and well-behaved. Slaves with personality had died here long ago. He just remembered Sam's words silently.

As the two continued to saw the next tree.

The navy who was on duty in the watchtower outside the 16th branch discovered something was wrong.

A large number of warships docked outside their branch port, waiting for delivery, are slowly sinking!

"What happened? Why did our warship sink?"

Several sailors looked at the scene in disbelief. There was no enemy attack, no explosion, and not even a strong wind. How could their ship sink?

A sailor grabbed the Den Den Mushi and wanted to inform his superiors, but before he could say anything, a large green, webbed hand covered with mucus hung up his Den Den Mushi!

The navy looked up and was stunned with fear.

"Fish-Merce-man?"