Black sail

Chapter 691 LXXI. A Sea of ​​Hatred and a Sky of Love
Only three battles remain before the champion is revealed.

One of the matches is a loser's bracket showdown, where both sides may be badly beaten by the winner, and the outcome will be decided quickly.

At the edge of the boundary sea lies the ultimate ancient land.

A beautifully decorated dressing room and lounge.

Sallet... lost.

Micah wasn't surprised. Even though he was the man entrusted with important responsibilities by Dolinger, this was the Continental Martial Arts Tournament.

Twenty minutes left?

Micah looked at the time on his pocket watch; the deadline was fast approaching.

Qili had removed all the accessories that were hindering her movement; wearing so many items was quite heavy.

She came here to fulfill the meeting arranged by the Pope, and to change clothes. It's silly of her to run around in a theatrical costume.

Qili, without any airs, hooked her smooth, white fingertips around the halter strap and gently flicked it, causing the black and gold backless dress, exuding a classic elegance, to fall like a collapsing sanctuary.

Instantly.

All the troubles of the world pass by in it.

She was left with only a purple lace lining that tightly covered her curves, clinging to the most important military base, leaving the rest of her figure completely exposed. Most importantly, she was also wearing black and gold high heels.

Those who were just moments ago tamed by silk,
The American riots

The power of God permeated every arc.
All the sealed-off, poisonous fragrances burst forth like an unrestrained ecstasy.

Her lips are wounds, her eyes are flames, even her silence is a lonely burning, enticing one to touch the unspoken turmoil in her hair.

The body is magnificent; at its edge, all thought becomes tender.

Those towering pillars and the alluring forbidden lands are not desires, but the tremor of existence itself.

All clarity was transformed into the lost gaze of a captive, all became the texture of her flawless skin.
"It's so hot here, I think I have some sunburn."

Qili turned around in front of the full-length mirror, examining herself.

"..."

Micah's tactical black face, what are you doing? This makes what I said before seem stupid.

However, I am indeed a person without ambition. Being able to collect such top-secret CGs, it would be worth dying for.

Micah knew that she was just changing clothes. In the adult world, adult women wouldn't care about being seen like that, so she didn't think much of it.

but……

Qili's movements were as slow as if she were concocting poison. She looked at the row of clothes on the coat rack, choosing one after another, pacing back and forth, her high heels clicking loudly. She was only wearing that purple lace-trimmed lining.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Micah was speechless. "Don't mess up my transcendent ending."

It is known that the captain is an alien, and he has a saying that if he dies outside, he will become an immortal through corpse liberation.

"Change back into casual clothes, is it really necessary to stare so intently? Haven't you ever seen a woman before?"

Qili was very puzzled.

He was being ungrateful for his good intentions, but what he said made sense. If the truth came out later, and the capital was so big, there would be no way to escape. If he really took him with him, he would be in trouble if he were seen as an accomplice.

He's built his empire over many years, and everything he has now won't be paid for by the crimes he committed. This is the kind of crime that would land him in the Northern Prison, right? Or even worse.

Qili did change her opinion of Micah, finding him to be the most interesting of all the fools, but that was all. He had a bit of that heroic, tragic, and manly air about him, but he was a lecherous, devilish kind of hero.

It's impossible to win her over by saying some cool things.

The commotion outside the arena grew louder and louder; Gerdrey and Julius were already in position.

Micah simply shook his head and said nothing.

"To be so lustful as you, even risking your life, is truly exceptional."

Qili couldn't help but complain.

"A lot of people say that."

Micah disagreed, but that was the truth.

“I actually know that a lot of adventurers use my posters and brochures to do some… weird things. Have you ever done that?”

Since this person's fate is uncertain, Qili doesn't mind discussing some sensitive topics.

Human thoughts are all projections of the social will, independent of one's own will. As long as one lives in the world, the only difference is the extent to which they are projected onto others.

Qili is indeed not a fan of Micah; she can only be considered to appreciate him to some extent.

but……

This guy has gone to such lengths, made himself look so handsome, and even looks like he's burning himself out at the very end.

This put her in a difficult position; it seemed like she couldn't just leave without doing something.

It has nothing to do with feelings, it's just common sense. "Isn't what you said obvious? Pirates have to travel at sea. If the route is long, there are no places to stop and resupply. They could stay on the ship for twenty days."

Micah also found it amusing and actually chatted with his dream girl about the journey of catheterization.

"How many times?"

Qili was serious.

"I can only say... countless times. If I had to give an exact number, it would be at least three hundred times. But strictly speaking, it can't be calculated like that. I spend most of my time at sea reading novels. But in the end, I still want to give it to you. Hurry up and look at the poster."

Micah smiled nonchalantly, amused by his own antics, completely unconcerned about his image.

As he said, he had staked everything on this; this was his truest self. Life and death were predestined, success and failure were in the hands of fate.

"There's no need to go into such detail. What do you mean by 'look at it quickly'... that's really... truly disgusting to the extreme."

Qi Li's expression was as if she had swallowed a fly, which was indeed a bit outrageous.

"Didn't you fucking make me say this? You and the person I imagined are completely different people."

Micah was speechless. He didn't think Qili would be waiting for him like a nun, but the fact that she brought up this topic and had such a disgusted expression made this "surreal adult woman" seem very different from the image in his mind.

"So what do you imagine it to be like?"

Qili was still choosing clothes, her figure even exuding a brutal aggressiveness.

When I saw you, the first thing I said was, "Qili, I've finally found you. I love you."

You might say, "It's you, Micah, who came to save me?" Actually, I am an ancient fairy princess from the Divine Land, and only the kiss of my true love can restore my power.

Suddenly, everything became clear to me…

"Alright, I understand. It seems you are an absolutely pure member of their ranks."

Qili emphasized the word "they".

Micah understood; he was clearly referring to the lower-class adventurers.

Qili sighed.

“I roughly understand who you are, Micah. So that’s your name.”

We have just reached a consensus.

There are no miracles in the world.

But what you said...did have some impact on me. You really did try your best to create so-called miracles, and you are the most...astounding of all the idiots.

Although I'm not a casual person, this is far from important enough to me to be called a miracle; that would be ridiculous.

You gave your all, your heart... I sensed it. It was indeed more sincere than anyone else in the world, so sincere that it made me feel crazy and terrified, but it was also regrettable. I really don't need these things.

Aren't you very good at using your assets to deal with women?

If you can give me what I truly want.

You can do whatever you want.

Qili casually chose a set of clothes that were easy to move in and put them on. Her expression was somewhat melancholy, and her eyelids were lowered. It was just a pity that... he didn't have time left. He was a dying man.

"what do you want?"

Micah was quite interested, as he had ultimately achieved the true ending in the most unexpected way.

"The world..."

They all believe that only love that can withstand the test of time, whether it be intense passion or overwhelming emotions, is true love.

I didn't believe such people existed before.

You passed the test, Micah.

But we know perfectly well that this is for your own sake, not for mine.

I am no different from any other woman in the world.

I want you to do something just as crazy for me as you did at this Continental Martial Arts Tournament, something I want to do.

It's possible that they are completely irresponsible...

I will fall madly in love with you. You can do whatever you want, three hundred times, a thousand times, and make every man in the world insanely jealous.

Her beautiful eyes held a hint of melancholy, yet grew ever more resolute as she gazed at the man with tattoos on his face.

Micah paused for a moment.

That's right, Qili. You only have the appearance of a final boss, which is why people feel despair. You don't have the aura and sense of oppression that a final boss should have.

She's not just an ordinary, mean-spirited bitch.

Rather, it represents the pinnacle of all bards and socialites.

(End of this chapter)