Pirate Magic System

Along the golden coast, the gentle sea breeze blows.

Lying quietly on the beach, Gaya felt that her life was very comfortable.

"It seems pretty good to live like this all the time. It's impossible to get stronger. I don't even have a golden finger, and there's an uncle who cooks very delicious food. With this kind of life, it's impossible to get stronger in this life." Yes, just being lazy and looking at the sea every day is the life I want!"

Lying comfortably on the beach, Gaya murmured to herself.

That's right, Gaya is not from this world. He was originally just an ordinary young man on earth who worked 9 to 5 and had 6 days off. On his way home from get off work by bus, the bus had an accident and he traveled through time. He came to this world and possessed this little boy named Osis Gaya.

It was unlucky to say the least. When he first crossed over, Gaya was on a ship. Before he could recover, the ship encountered a storm.

The result is predictable.

Perhaps due to good fortune, Gaya drifted to this island after being shipwrecked and was adopted by a chef on the island named Loniel.

Speaking of this chef, Gaya couldn't help but smile. Although this uncle has a bit of a weird personality, his food is really good. Although the soup was light and watery in the first few days, it still made Gaya unable to stop.

"Okay, enough laziness, it's time to go back to work, otherwise we won't be able to sleep tonight!" Gaya stretched out his waist and said lazily as he sat up from the beach.

"Hey, Gaya, where did you go to be lazy again?" On the small road in the village, the villagers who were familiar with Gaya joked as they looked at Gaya with her hands behind her head.

"Lazy? Hey, Uncle Bacon, how can I be called lazy? Can children's things be called lazy? I just went to the beach for a walk." Gaya said nonchalantly.

"Gaya, last time I saw you being punished by Uncle Roniel to stand at the door for a whole day because you were lazy." Uncle Bacon continued.

"That's because he is training me, Uncle Bacon, don't you know, this dangerous world must be grasped from childhood, otherwise it will be too late to train when you grow up." Gaya said.

"Really, Gaya, do you really think I was training you?" Behind Gaya, a voice that made his hair stand on end rang out.

"Uncle Ronil, please listen to my explanation." Gaya was shocked, her face suddenly turned bitter, and her words became stammering.

"Okay, no need to explain. You go clean the pig pen tonight. You are not allowed to sleep at night until you finish cleaning. This is also the training I gave you, Gaya." Uncle Ronil made a bodybuilding movement and ignored it completely. Gaya said proudly with a sad face.

"I know." Gaya took a deep breath and said helplessly.

"That's good, Gaya, now come back to the restaurant with me to work. The happy lunch time is here again." Uncle Ronnier did another bodybuilding move.

"I got it." Gaya followed Lonnier listlessly, and then watched Uncle Lonier's various bodybuilding moves along the way.

"Okay, why are you a chef?" Gaya complained in her heart for the first time. When she first met Uncle Ronnier and saw his appearance, she thought he was a bodybuilding coach, not at all. Not like a chef. Before seeing Uncle Ronnier cooking for the first time, Gayako always thought that there was another chef in the village, and that Uncle Ronil asked that chef to cook all the food.

"Sure enough, there are no normal people in the pirate world?" Gaya patted her head.

"Okay, Gaya, your task today is to deal with the two bags of potatoes, three bags of onions and four bags of carrots over there." When he came to the kitchen, Ronnier directly gave the task to Gaya, and then he didn't He went to see Gaya, who was pale, and sat there carelessly, drinking.

"What's the point of being a chef if he doesn't drink before cooking?" This was Uncle Roniel's answer when Gaya didn't understand why he had to drink before cooking every time.

Of course, such an answer cannot satisfy Gaya. After all, in his impression, in the world of One Piece, no one, whether Sanji or other chefs, has this habit. But maybe this is Uncle Ronnier’s own personal hobby? Gaya couldn't say for sure.

"Hey, Gaya, how about lunch." Outside the kitchen, a voice came from outside the kitchen that made Gaya grit her teeth now.

"Hey, good lunch, Uncle Bacon, what do you want to eat today? Bacon again?" Gaya gritted her teeth, not wanting to raise her head, for fear that she would rush over and beat him up. Well, maybe he got beaten up.

"Hahaha, Gaya calls me Uncle Bacon, so I must still eat bacon!" Uncle Bacon laughed.

"I know." Gaya curled her lips. Although she didn't want to see this man now, she still speeded up the food processing in her hands.

"Fire on, Gaya, look carefully, this is a man's romance." When a guest arrived, Ronnier stopped sitting and resting. After drinking the last wine in the bottle in one breath, he calmed down. Xu came to the stove and started his gorgeous cooking skills.

Regarding this kind of thing, Gaya said that after the first time he was punished for being too absorbed in watching him cook and forgetting to handle the ingredients, he would never watch it again.

Although Roniel is usually a bit unruly, his cooking skills and speed are beyond praise. After a while, a fragrant bacon fried rice was ready, and Gaya, who was unwilling to go hungry, took it out and gave it to bacon. Uncle.

Perhaps he was too busy to notice the passage of time. In the blink of an eye, the "pleasant" lunch time passed. It was not until Gaya finished her work that she walked out of the kitchen and came to the door while rubbing her shoulders. All dark.

"Happy time always passes so quickly, you're right, Gaya." Uncle Roniel didn't seem to feel tired, and he still looked like he was still unfinished when he was sitting at the door to rest.

"Yes, yes, Uncle Ronnier." Gaya said perfunctorily.

"I think back then..." Uncle Ronnier took out a wine bottle from somewhere, bit open the cork and drank heavily.

"Stop, stop, Uncle Ronnier, I'm going to clean the pigsty." Upon hearing that Uncle Ronil was about to start telling stories again, Gaya quickly picked up the broom and rushed to the back mountain.

"Hahaha." Uncle Roniel laughed.

The pigsty is in the back mountain, occupying a large piece of forest land. It was only after Luonier brought Gaya there once that Gaya realized that there was such a place outside the village.

Although Uncle Ronil said he would let Gaya clean the pig pen overnight, if he really cleans it seriously, he can actually finish it in an hour, which is much faster than processing the ingredients at noon.

"After cleaning the pigsty, let's practice swordsmanship around here for a while!" Although Gaya would lie on the beach and be lazy during the day, after she really agreed to Uncle Ronil, Gaya would still work hard. In his own words, there is no one who is not lazy, but since this is a promise to others, then you must do it. This is a real man.

"Hey, why did I add this sentence? I suffered a lot and was influenced by the uncle." Gaya suddenly scratched his head, as if he felt that something terrible had happened.

Under the moonlight, the pigsty was not completely plunged into darkness. With the help of the moonlight, Gaya took the broom and cleaned it conscientiously and meticulously.

"Hey, what is that?" Among the pile of pig excrement, something suddenly shone, and Gaya walked over curiously.

"Has my golden finger express arrived? But why did it fall here." Gaya suddenly started to fantasize.

Although at the beach in the morning, he said that it is impossible to become stronger by becoming stronger, deep down in Gaya's heart, he still did not want to go down like this. Otherwise, he would not hold a wooden stick every night. practiced.

Well, it's completely self-taught. Gaya calls this sword practice.

In his original idea, if there was no system, he planned to become a swordsman through hard work, and then go to sea to find a devil fruit that can enhance physical skills to strengthen himself.

But now, Gaya no longer needs to think so much. What kind of swordsmanship training and what kind of bullshit Devil Fruit are nothing compared to the golden finger given to her by God?

Not caring about the excrement, Gaya squatted next to him and reached out directly to pick up the shiny object.

"Hey, the host's identity is being confirmed!"