Xia Lan calendar, July 9, 1987.

The world shook, and several masters of the heavenly list fell in January. Hualan Kingdom, the seventh-ranked fierce crocodile on the heavenly list disappeared, and with it, many backbone high-level leaders of the Blood Crocodile Gang established by him disappeared.

At the same time, there were also many famous Heaven Rank masters in other countries who suddenly disappeared or were confirmed to fall, causing a shock among the major forces in the world. Later, there was a shocking rumor that an ancient ruin was unearthed in Hualan Kingdom, and those who entered the ruins were those who disappeared.

There are even rumors through the grapevine that the fierce crocodile of Hualan Kingdom got the treasure of the relics, but was forced to blow himself up. And with the self-explosion, the ruin space is no longer stable, and it can no longer be entered. Naturally, although these rumors have spread well, because of the disappearance or disappearance of key people, the ruins can no longer be verified, and this rumor cannot be confirmed.

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Is it dead, what's the matter with the fishy sweet sea breeze at the entrance? Obviously it blew itself up, how could there still be pain, memories poured in like a flood, and the tearing feeling swarmed up, snorted in pain, and simply fainted.

When he woke up again, he finally saw the ・・・・・・ around him clearly, looked up to see a blue sky, the sound of the tide beating around him, wounds all over his body, and most importantly, his left forearm was gone. With a shake of his head, the memories began to merge. Everything starts to play back slowly.

From getting the information about the excavation of the ruins, to plotting and planning, leading the backbone of the Blood Crocodile Gang into the ruins. to inexplicably get the treasure of the ruins, besieged by many strong people, and the enemy blew up. The old-fashioned process changed everything because of a bead. The mysterious bead came from the ruins, but this bead was not obtained by chance. Instead, it forcibly entered his body, and there was even an unfamiliar consciousness that wanted to take him away.

This is also why he can escape for his life under the desperate death of the backbone of the Blood Crocodile Gang, but instead chooses the most violent way to die. In addition to avenging his dead brother, he also wants to drag this strange consciousness body to die together.

It's a pity that apart from burying the other Heavenly Rank masters who were besieging him, the self-explosion didn't really make that mysterious existence die. The mysterious bead opened the space-time crack of the ruins, and swept away the ** damaged by the fierce crocodile and entered the space-time turbulence together. As soon as it entered the space-time turbulence, the flesh of the fierce crocodile was twisted into powder, even if it was a hardness that could resist the cannon with a heaven-level body and was only seriously injured, it could not stop a wisp of chaotic mist from the space-time turbulence.

I thought it was going to die, but I didn't expect that the existence who wanted to take him away at the beginning finally couldn't sit still and gave up devouring the soul of the fierce crocodile. It began to drive the mysterious bead to emit a thin curtain of light, and the seemingly inconspicuous light curtain actually blocked the erosion of the chaotic mist.

I don't know how many years or how long it takes in the chaos, or it may just be a moment. The fierce crocodile soul hiding in the bead clearly felt that the light curtain outside the bead began to tremble violently, and then, with the mysterious existence, it seemed to struggle with great unwillingness. A flash of light flickered, and the picture fell into deep darkness again.

The remaining memories began to be spliced automatically, and the crocodile, no, it was no longer possible to say that he was a crocodile. The mysterious consciousness did not really die, but as the shattered fragments of memory merged into the new soul, it lurked in the depths of memory. And the soul of the fierce crocodile has long been crippled when it explodes, and with the orb descending on the new ** now, combined with the weak soul of this **, the three of them barely became a new complete soul under the influence of the orb.

The crocodile smiled and looked at the mutilated left forearm. Klockdahl, the original owner. And the pirate Edward Newgate, interesting.

Because under the influence of the mutilation of the conscious body, although the soul personality of the most sober fierce crocodile now occupies the main thought, it is no longer a fierce crocodile.

On the contrary, although the original ** soul is weak, but after all, there is ** offering, and it will inevitably merge the other two parts in the end. But even so, all three are no longer their past complete selves, but a new individual.

After thinking about it for a while, the fierce crocodile also understood that when he blew himself up, he no longer existed: "Hey, forget it, since that woman left, he no longer has a name, and the fierce crocodile is just a code name." It doesn't matter what it's called. Breathing in the fishy sweet sea breeze, "Betrayal, it's so similar, haha, well, I'll be the new Klockdahl from now on." ”

Since I've already died once, I've lost everything. Then let it all start again, and I'm going to take back everything that belongs to me. Under the backlight, the long shadow looked so gloomy.

Klockdahl glanced back at the broken pirate flag that had washed up on the shore. With a determined gaze, he walked forward step by step・・・・・・ picked up the broken pirate flag in his hand. Behind the winged skeleton are two sharp swords crossed over, this is the Pirate Banner of Klockdahl.

After fighting the pirate Edward Newgate in New World, Crocodall was defeated, losing a small arm, and the crew was either killed or defected. And the pirate ship was smashed to pieces, and the flag that was regarded as the spirit of the pirates also became a rag strip in the hand.

The wave crashed again, making a fishy sweet splash, and Klockdahl's already scarred body shook violently again, staggering back a few steps. Klockdahl stared at the sea, holding on to not falling, not even retreating. Whether it's the murderous crocodile of the past, or the current Klockdahl, or even the mysterious existence. They are all arrogant characters, and they will never lie down here, but would rather die standing than kneel to survive.

Pack up your belongings, in fact, there is nothing to clean up, the wreck of the ship, there are not many useful things, except for a few clothes, medicine, some gold coins. Klockdahl didn't get anything useful, but fortunately he drifted to the coast by the wreckage of the ship, if it was the sea. According to the original memory, there will be a Devil Fruit curse against this **, and then it will be the place where there is no place to die.

With these so-called belongings, Klockdahl went deeper from the shore, and his understanding of the terrain made Klockdahl sure that this was a small island, but he didn't know whether it was a small island with people or a desert island. If it's a desert island, hopefully there aren't any other big predators! After all, Klockdahl might not be able to handle it in his current state.

Holding the "rag strip" tightly in his hand, Klockdahl looked back at the rising sun just from the sea level, breathing in the smell of the sea breeze, perhaps for him this is what it feels like to die and be renewed. And this world has become more different because of this rebirth. In the future, there will definitely be a terrifying super sea thief who will stir up the storm in this strong world.

PS: New people and new books, please bear with me.