Chapter 138: The Mad Pirates

Chapter 138: The Mad Pirates



By Kuroshima's cliff, overlooking the dock and the surrounding waters, Zephyr sat on the grass and watched the ships leave with the tide.

There were only a couple of ships left-even his own guild's ships had already departed.CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

He ordered them to leave without him.

Zephyr hung his head low and closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears.

A few tears escaped down his cheeks.

"So, they're dead." He covered his eyes and wept silently.

The wind howled mournfully around him, carrying the faint scent of salt and seaweed.

His shoulders shook with each sob.

To anyone who knew, it would be a shock to see him crying.

He was a stoic, reserved man who rarely showed his emotions.

Zephyr, the guild master of Zestruction, was known for his unwavering strength and composure in the face of adversity.

He wasn't known as a man of many emotions-he was very honest and would speak the harshest truths without hesitation, but seeing him cry was a rare sight indeed.

He wiped the tears off his cheeks, then stood up with a mournful expression.

His body shook with silent sobs as he tried to hold back the flood of emotions that threatened to consume him.

Then, his fists clenched into tight balls of rage.

"Argh!" Zephyr let out a scream of anguish, and the ground cracked underneath him.

The trees started swaying heavily as if they had turned alive, threatening to topple over.

The wind picked up as if the whole island was suddenly in the center of a massive hurricane.

CRACK!

The ground exploded, and a dust shockwave swept across the land, crushing the trees and leaving a massive crater in its wake.

"Haah, haah..."

Zephyr breathed heavily after venting some of his emotions.

He stayed on the island to do exactly this-he doubted he would be able to contain his emotions during the ship trip back to the mainland and might destroy the ship in a fit of rage.

While his guild members participated in the Gathering, Zephyr spent his days back in the real world. He found out something that saddened him greatly.

"That's how you died, by the Dark Plague." Zephyr looked up at the sky and regretted his choices that led him here.

Selfishness, greed, and lust—three main things that cost him his family.

"Eh?" Seth looked at the keys in confusion and then back at Aemon.

"Will you do anything for power and money?" Aemon asked.

Seth looked at the keys, then back at Aemon and ustered his words.

"Y-yes... Anything!"

"I can give you that." Aemon entered the cell, then crouched in front of the malnourished teenager. "I can give you that, but it comes at a price."

"W-what is it?" Seth asked fearfully, but his own desires were clouding his judgment.

He didn't want to see his mother, father and brother suffering anymore-they were all

trusting him.

He could still remember their smiles and their thrilled expressions after he revealed that he

had become a mercenary.

They were so happy...

However, they didn't have any idea that the tutorial was the easy part.

The New World wasn't made for the weak.

"I am not telling you that, yet." Aemon said with a smile. "That day will come, though. It might happen in a month, in a year, in five years, or even in ten years, but you're not leaving me until that price is paid, do you understand?"

"I understand..." Seth said and lowered his head in a bow. "I am yours to command,

captain..."

"Take off the shackles." Aemon said, then stepped off the cell. "Then join me on the deck. I'll start your training, Seth of the Mad Pirates."

Seth quickly took a hold of the keys and started removing the shackles while tears ran down his cheeks. It was very painful, but he felt a sense of relief and freedom as the shackles fell

away.

As soon as the shackles fell off his limbs and onto the ground, he stood up, his legs shaking

and weak from the days of being bound.

'Wait, he said to start the training...'

Seth's expression paled even further.

That meant that Aemon hadn't allowed him to gain his strength back yet. He would have to

endure more pain and suffering before he could rest.

Whether it was food or water, he couldn't get any of them before he earned them.

"F-fine..." Seth gritted his teeth and stepped out of the cell. "Bring it on..."