The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

The first thing is to determine your own identity and the background of this world.

Think of this.

Jon calmed down and began to inspect the room which was less than five square meters.

A hard bed made of scrap iron and broken wood, various old cans, some dirty work clothes, and a pair of boots with the soles falling off.

If nothing unexpected happened, the social status of this body should be quite low.

Either the poor in the slums or the oppressed slaves.

Jon stood up shakily and luckily found half a deliberately hidden mirror and a green electronic nameplate of unknown function next to the half-light-proof window.

Let’s put the nameplate aside for now.

Through the reflection of the mirror, he saw his current face clearly - he still had black hair and black eyes, but his appearance was only 70% similar to his original body, which could be defined as handsome.

"Ah~"

Jon sighed silently in his heart.

What a hell of a start.

He was used to being rushed every second, and suddenly he had to start from scratch.

To be honest, it's a little hard to adapt to.

"The clone is a directional coordinate that can establish a connection with the original body."

Stroking the green electronic nameplate of unknown use, Jon silently calculated the time for the arrival of the real body.

In the end, he concluded

——At least ninety days.

In other words.

During these ninety days, he has to live with a brand new identity!

"Three months, easy~"

Mr. Qiao, who has hardly suffered any social abuse since birth, is very optimistic.

Bang bang bang!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"4396, 4396, are you dead?"

"Boss, there's no movement. It must be completely cold."

"Don't waste time, just unlock it."

"That's right, I'm still waiting to distribute the supplies."

There was a lot of chatter outside the door.

Soon.

Several young men with crew cuts took out a very crude lock-picking tool and forcibly pried open the door where Jon was.

Squeak.

The old iron door made a teeth-grinding sound.

Jon stared at the uninvited guests who had forced their way in.

Coincidentally, the person outside the door was also looking at Jon.

Eye to eye

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Come to your senses.

The young man with a crew cut in the lead screamed, "4396, you're not dead?!"

4396

What a bad name!

Jon said unhappily, "As you can see, I am alive and well."

"But you clearly contracted a severe fever while collecting supplies."

"I was lucky and survived."

Jon didn't want to say more on the subject.

After a pause, he asked, "Just now you said we were collecting supplies. Are we scavengers?"

"What scavengers? 4396, you are out of your mind!" The young man with a crew cut pointed at the green electronic nameplate on his chest and said, "We are the people of dust."

"Dust People"

Jon blinked.

It sounds so humble.

He scratched his head deliberately. "Emmmmmm, the complications of the fever caused me to lose some of my memory. I can't remember many things."

Amnesia?

Fine.

Better than dying.

The leader, the crew cut youth, also known as Dustman 3725, curled his lips and said, "I thought you wouldn't make it this time. The higher-ups asked us to reclaim your room.

But for now, this room is left to you."

'Reclaiming housing'

Jon keenly captured the key words.

ponder for a moment.

He invited a few people in and said, "Now that the matter of reclaiming the house has come to an end, tell me about the current situation. You know, I can't remember a lot of things."

I was stupid.

It also burned my brain.

Poor 4396.

3527 sighed and said truthfully: "This is the 'lighthouse' in the sky, the only safe zone for humans.

We are ordinary people, different from those superior people. We only have numbers, cannot reproduce, and have no rights.

The main task for us dustmen is to do some dirty and tiring work, such as going to the ground to assist the 'wild hunters' in collecting resources and maintaining the normal operation of the lighthouse."

understood.

'Apocalypse', 'Virus', 'Monster', 'Survival Base', 'Genetic Optimization', 'Level Difference'.

Jon's eyes lit up.

In such an environment, religious fanaticism is most likely to breed.

He came up with the sermon almost instantly.

"My friends, please allow me to take a moment of your time. I would like to introduce you to our savior and beacon, the 'Gate of Ten Thousand Doors', the great Mr. Joestar!"

No matter who he is, just promote him.

However, to Jon's disappointment, through in-depth understanding, he learned that there has long been a religion here that is used to control the population and maintain stability.

"Light and Shadow Church"

This church that believes in the 'Lord of Light and Shadow' is completely controlled by the Shangmin.

It combines the functions of calming people's hearts, enforcing the law and punishing, and serving order.

Great power!

Jon shook his head.

But he soon regained his spirits.

'Lord of Light and Shadow'?

What rubbish!

No matter how well you brag, can you really show off your power in front of others?

I have the ability to invite gods to possess me at any time. As long as the real body arrives, I can do whatever I want. I can turn the apocalyptic story into a brainless and exciting one in minutes!

Then the problem is coming.

How can I survive these three months?

Because there is no special physical bonus.

Now Jon also needs to eat like a normal person.

We learned from 3527 that the food for the Dust People is extremely poor, and they can only eat a kind of high-protein food called "worm cake".

Eat bugs?

Do not make jokes.

Absolutely!

but.

I have heard that you can often find some sugar cubes, canned food, compressed biscuits, alcoholic beverages and other foods that can be preserved for a long time on the ground.

Hiding secretly, as long as the patrol team doesn't find it, everything will be fine.

Closer to home.

After saying that, 3527they left.

Think for a moment.

Jon pinned the green electronic nameplate with the number 4396 on his chest.

In "Lighthouse", you need contribution points to do anything.

And my contribution points are obviously not that many.

He pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

If you want to survive, you must work hard to earn contribution points.

We have to find a solution as soon as possible.

three days later.

"Don't dawdle, hurry up and get in the car!"

On the lifting platform, a fully armed hunter shouted impatiently.

Hearing this, Jon, carrying a large canvas bag, climbed onto a modified military transport vehicle nimbly like other Dustmen.

——He exchanged two pieces of jerky and a Dustman for this mission.

what?

Where did those two strips of jerky come from?

Ah.

You know, there is no door in this world that Qiao can't open~

The crosswalks are wide;

There is no shortage of food in the granary either.

In his opinion, the people here are too honest.

"Are you all ready? If so, let's go!" Standing at the highest point with a gun, the strong and powerful hunting captain Mark waved his hand.

'boom'

As he spoke, the chains dropped.

Everything on the lifting platform, including dozens of resource-gathering vehicles armed to the teeth and individual combat mechas called 'Heavy Stereo', were lowered to the desolate ground.