The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Time passed little by little.

The Original Witch thought of many plans.

But in the end, they were all denied by Him one by one.

"Mark"

There must be enough "marks" left by Salinger in the world to be able to completely resurrect the other party.

"Historical projection... Only the historical projection of the 'Fortune Teller' can meet this requirement." The Original Witch nodded slightly.

Then, I was in trouble again.

As a true god who once looked down upon the real world, He knew many secrets that others could not know, including Klein Moretti, the "secret candidate" who was bet on by many parties.

If the two sides had not had a grudge during the "Great Smog Incident", he might have made a hidden move at the right opportunity, making a huge profit and not losing even if he lost.

As for now...

The original witch weighed the pros and cons.

An alliance that wants to fight against the evil star god, the Lord of Destiny, and the Goddess of Night.

Salinger's strength is necessary.

As an ally for many years.

The "Death God" and the "Witch" complement each other.

Disasters reap lives and death brings despair.

'Jiao is inseparable from Meng, and Meng is inseparable from Jiao' belongs to this.

Moreover, the return of the former god of death can, to a certain extent, fight against the goddess of night who has already obtained the power of death. It is a deal that wins no matter how you look at it.

"There's no other way, we have to do this." After thinking it over, the Original Witch finally made a decision.

No way out?

From the moment He chose to descend into the real world and give it a try, He had no way back.

Could it be that he has to rely on the "Lord of Storms" and the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom", who are fence-sitters, to give him a hand at the critical moment?

Stop dreaming.

With a wave of her hand, she sealed the entire secret room, isolating it from any extraordinary means of detection, and placed hundreds of mirrors to create the most profound "mirror world" in the witch's secret spell. The original witch was relieved and began to summon "that person" in the spirit world.

The summoning ceremony went smoothly...

It went so well.

It was as if "that person" had been waiting outside, just waiting for the Original Witch to open the door.

The old man was wearing a black cloak that covered most of his face. His hair and beard were thick and gray. When he raised his head, his eyes were like the calm and lightless water, deep and mysterious.

"It's an honor, the original god." As soon as 'Little Zaratul' opened his mouth, his image was shattered. He smiled and said, "I wonder why you called me?"

The original witch took a deep breath, performed the popular skirt-lifting ceremony in Loen, and said, "Great Mystery, I ask you to fulfill my wish."

"Mystery? Who is the mystery? I don't know." 'Little Zaratul' deliberately looked left and right, and spread his hands: "Sorry, the original god, there is no mystery here, only the battle of wits with Antigonus, the endurance of the burden, Cha Cha Cha, Little Zaratul!"

Yes, yes, yes, if you say yes, then yes -

The original witch knew something about this man's bad character from long-lost documents, so she adapted quickly.

He then said: "The despicable Amanesis colluded with the outer gods of the starry sky and attempted to get involved in the power of The Fool. I am willing to be your vanguard and help you take back the treasure that belongs to you."

"Oh~ You're really working hard." 'Little Zaratul' showed a look of admiration: "It's so easy for you to say such disgusting words."

The Original Witch: ...

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, 'Little Zaratul' stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I have indeed been waiting for you. In fact, your decision in the Kingdom of God was also influenced by me."

what?

When exactly!

The original witch was shocked.

Although He would not show useless emotions in His eyes or facial expressions like ordinary people, He was indeed a little scared.

Idea implantation...

Could it be that!

"That's right~" 'Little Zaratul' smiled and pinched his eye sockets.

As he moved, an ordinary, unremarkable monocle appeared.

"I picked up this little thing by accident. I'm lucky."

Is it so easy to find the uniqueness of the error? You must be kidding!

The original witch suddenly realized.

If the descent into the real world was an idea implanted in His mind by the 'Mysterious Afterimage' (let's call it that for the time being).

Then all the subsequent actions did not exceed the other party's expectations.

Such a plan...

Horror!

"Ah, I advise you to use the word 'so horrible' less often, it's too cliché." 'Little Zaratul' made a sharp comment.

Then he relaxed his expression and said, "Dear, you can tell me your wish now. Do you want me to revive the god of death, or Salinger, or a giant snake with wings?"

These three options are actually one!

The Original Witch thought subconsciously.

But when he saw that half-smile on his face, he knew that any reaction of his was part of the other party's plan.

piece……

He is just a chess piece pushed to the front.

The original witch felt inexplicably disheartened.

"Oh, so many people want to be pawns but don't have the chance." 'Little Zaratul' easily understood the original witch's thoughts and said meaningfully: "Unless you are willing to be swallowed by that bad boy Amon, otherwise..."

Before she finished speaking, the Original Witch knew what the other party meant.

Does He really have a choice?

The answer is of course no.

In this case, let Him show off once more.

"Great Mystery, please help me resurrect the God of Death Salinger." The Original Witch knelt on one knee and lowered her head obediently.

no way.

This one is 'secret'.

The only option is to have a correct attitude.

As for whether she can return to the throne of the "Original Witch"...

how to say?

-

It depends on luck.

He knew not to expect too much.

"Very good, I received your wish." 'Little Zaratul' pinched his monocle and smiled easily: "If it was before, I might have to spend some more effort, but now."

As he spoke, gray fog floated from nowhere and filled the entire "mirror world".

Time and space are reversed.

The original witch seemed to have traveled through several eras in an instant and returned to her most prosperous and glorious period - the 'Pale Disaster'!

An endless sea of ​​blood and piles of bones.

Disaster and death filled the heaven and earth.

The original witch looked at the god of death, Salinger, who was standing on a three-headed skull dragon and holding a scepter of the undead, and showed a rare nostalgic look.

"Your humanity remains very stable." 'Little Zaratul' couldn't help but comment.

Hearing this, the Original Witch quickly restrained her expression and lowered her head obediently.

"No need to be so cautious. After all, I'm not a demon." 'Little Zaratul' scratched his brow.

The next second, he reached out and grabbed it.

The majestic and dignified Salinger was held in his hands.

Time and space are reversed again.

The original witch only felt like she blinked her eyes and returned to the time node of the real world.

Take a closer look.

However, Salinger, who was fished out by the 'Mysterious Afterimage', showed signs of disintegration just like before.

'Little Zaratul' said, "Oh, no."

The monocle flashed.

The ashes and flesh from before reappeared.

Salinger naturally attached himself to it and gradually changed into a baby.

"Long time no see... the human world..." The baby has a bronze complexion and his facial features are crowded together.

When he opened his mouth, he sounded old-fashioned and decadent.

The Original Witch was about to say something.

Glancing at the person next to him, he shut up decisively.

'Little Zaratul' frowned and said bluntly: "It's really ugly."

Salinger: ???

Just resurrected successfully.

Some don’t understand the specific situation.

but.

It seems like someone is saying that you are ugly?

How bold!

Eyes wide open.

In those dark eyes without a trace of white, millions of struggling resentful souls emerged.

'Little Zaratul' became interested and poked a finger into Salinger's mouth: "You're not happy when I say you're ugly, right?"

The god of death.

The ruler of all living things, the ruler of the underworld.

Even though he was besieged and killed by the Seven Gods, he had never suffered such humiliation.

How dare this guy across from me! ?

Seeing that her young and inexperienced acquaintance had not yet reacted, the original witch quickly reminded him, "Salinger, the great mystery has pulled you out of the long river of history and resurrected you."

"Secret? Which secret..." Salinger was still furious at first, but then he seemed to realize something, and his small body trembled: "It can't be that secret!"

"No, no, don't worry. I'm just a kind-hearted passerby. I saw a beautiful woman in need and couldn't help but step forward to lend a hand." 'Little Zaratul' waved his hands repeatedly: "Everyone says that I am helpful, but it's actually a misunderstanding. I am just fulfilling the obligations of a good citizen, helping you and me, and bringing happiness to thousands of families."

The Original Witch: ...

grim Reaper:……

To be honest, he is really good at talking.

Without some language reserves, who can speak so much in a short period of time?

"The great secret." Salinger said with difficulty.