Boundless darkness, endless void, an incomparably huge door stood silently in the void. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The carved patterns on the info door reveal a sense of vicissitudes, simple and mysterious.

In front of the door, a figure waited quietly, as if it had stood here since eternity. Although I can't see the appearance clearly, I can feel the unyielding meaning.

I don't know how long I stood there, but the door finally opened slowly, slowly and heavily.

I don't know if it's because I'm nervous or too excited, my figure is standing straight, but I tremble slightly at this time.

The whole world is void, and this gate stands in the middle of the void, and it seems to be the center of this world. This world is this gate, this gate, which supports the whole world.

The door opened slowly, and a pair of eyes that shimmered crimson shone directly on the figure, with longing, with jealousy, with greed......

The door gradually widens from one to the slit. As the crack in the door grew larger and wider, the figure's trembling intensified significantly, as if it was fear. When the crack in the door was less than the width of a person entering or exiting, a short, dark red figure seemed to be unable to wait, squeezed out of the door, and rushed towards the person in front of the door. If you look closely, it is a baby-like figure with an endless bloodthirsty light in its eyes. Immediately after, countless babies glowing with a dark red light rushed out of the door and pounced on the man, only to wrap him in an instant, pull, tear and drag him towards the door......

The Gate of Truth!

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On the nameless sand dunes of an unknown desert, a middle-aged man in an overcoat sat quietly, letting the wind and sand in the desert hit his body, but he seemed to be unaware. The man's face had a scar that crossed the end of his nose, giving his rather masculine face a sense of yin.

"Master Crockdahl, you've been sitting here all day. A magnetic female voice came from behind the man, and then, a woman wearing a white wide-brimmed cowboy hat and a short hat walked behind the middle-aged man, standing quietly with her hands in her hands. The woman has black hair and black eyes, and her face is exquisite, no matter which world's aesthetics can be determined to be a superb beauty, especially her quiet and elegant temperament, which adds to the intellectual beauty.

"Hmm. The man known as Crockdahl snorted softly, counting his reply, seemingly unsurprised by the woman's presence, still looking into the desert in the distance.

Crockdahl didn't speak, and the woman didn't seem to be a talker, but just stood quietly behind Crockdahl with a smile, like a beautiful sculpture, under the perfect smile, but at the same time giving people a formulaic feeling. It was as if her smile had frozen on her face.

The atmosphere fell silent for a while, but the two of them seemed to be unaware, still looking at the empty desert, letting the scorching sun shine and the wind and sand blow.

Gradually, the red sun set, and the afterglow of the setting sun shed its last poignant beauty, and the crimson light shone on the sand, as if stained with blood. Everything in front of him made Crockdahl squint.

I don't know if it's the sun setting, but the wind in the desert is getting stronger. From a breeze to a gale, to a hurricane, wave after wave swept away. The wind and dust are swept up, how spectacular. The scenery of the Great Desert is so magnificent. Crockdahl squinted, as if enjoying it all.

"Robin......" Crockdar's hoarse voice suddenly exclaimed.

"Huh?" the woman named Robin leaned forward slightly, making a deferential gesture.

"What do you think...... How's the view of the desert?" asked Crockdahl, looking up slightly at the tornado storm that was gradually taking shape in the distance.

"It's beautiful. Robin laughed.

"Really?" said Crockdahl leisurely, "but you get tired of watching it for a long time, and ...... After this sandstorm, another town will disappear. ”

As Crockdahl spoke, the sand in front of him suddenly began to squirm, and then a sandbag bulged out of it, and as the sandbag got higher and higher, scattered sand continued to slide down from it. When the last grain of sand stopped sliding, a majestic sand castle stood silently in front of them, as if it were a miniature version of the city.

"Albana......" Robin muttered with a little surprise, the sand castle in front of him was obviously the appearance of Albana, the king of Alabastan, the kingdom of sand.

"Yes, Albana, the birthplace of holiness and hope. As if admiring his masterpiece, Crockdahl smiled with contempt.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a bang, and the sand and dust splashed, and the castle made of sand suddenly fell apart, turning into yellow sand in the sky, and they all flew up and fell like a torrential rain.

In the fluttering wind and sand, Crockdahl's figure gradually blurred, and the ability of the fruit of the sand made him turn into sand and merge into the wind and sand.

"Hey......" With a faint sigh, Robin finally stopped smiling for thousands of years, and looked slightly sadly in the direction where the hurricane disappeared, and there was another town over there that would be buried in the wind and sand......

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The kingdom of sand is Alabastan, a country on an island at the entrance to the Great Sea Route. The entire kingdom occupies all of the island, and because it is completely covered by desert, it has earned the title of the kingdom of sand. At the same time, because of the huge size of the island, it is not an exaggeration to call it a continent.

Alabastan has a shortage of water throughout the year, but there is a city where it always rains from time to time, and the people there never worry about the lack of water, which has made that city the most prosperous city in Alabastan, and that is the rain feast.

Feast of Rain, a very good and beautiful name.

At this time, in the basement of a huge casino in the center of the rain banquet, Crockdahl sat quietly in his chair and disappeared into the darkness around him.

"Am I Crockdahl from now on?" Crockdahl stroked his right hand over the place where his left arm had broken at the wrist, and there seemed to be a faint pain there. And where it was broken, it was now a huge golden hook.

More than 10 years ago, on an unknown island, a group of young pirates laughed and laughed together. A skeleton with wings on its back, its swords crossed over it, and the pirate banner of Crockdahl fluttering in the wind.

Looking at the pirate ship docked on the shore, a sincere smile appeared on Krokdal's young face. This is my own ship, small but my Crockdahl's boat! For a moment, a feeling of satisfaction filled Crockdahl's chest, and that feeling was called pride.

"Hahaha, Captain, I'm going to call you a new star in the future!" said a small, delicate-faced pirate holding a bounty to Crokodahl, grinning at the crowd.

Young Crockdahl, with childishness on his face, a smirk, and a simple look. But it can't hide his heroic face and self-confidence.

"Locke, don't make a fuss! isn't my bounty the result of everyone's joint efforts?" Crockdahl scratched his head and wiped his nose again, looking embarrassed.

"Wow!" Suddenly, a large bucket of water was splashed head-on, and Rao is Krokedahl reacted quickly, and he was also drenched.

"Ah!" Crokodahl cried out in horror as he jumped off the spot, assuming a defensive posture. But when I looked at it again, Locke was holding a large bucket and smiling mischievously at him.

"Ahh

Locke put down the bucket, jumped on top of the bucket, and said indifferently with his legs: "Ah~ What is a bucket of water! Anyway, it's on the island again, and the fresh water will soon be replenished!"

"Huh...... That's right. Crockdahl patted his head and laughed innocently. This Locke is the youngest in the Pirates, but he is very smart and often likes to play tricks on people, but after a long time, everyone laughs it off.

"Captain, come and sit, eat something, and bake the fire!" the first mate roasted the fish and beckoned Crockdahl over.

"All right!" Crockdahl replied happily, and ran over, beckoning Locke to eat with him as he passed by.

"Okay!" Locke's innocent little face shone brightly, but when Crokodahl turned around, he quietly glanced at the other companions. 、

Krokdal didn't notice the filth between the men, and happily crouched down next to the fire, grabbed the fish and bit it: "Ahhh

"Eat slowly, there's a lot more!" the co-inmate smiled and stood up, as if beckoning his friends to come and eat the fish, but when Crockdahl lowered his head and concentrated on fighting the grilled fish, he came behind him and pulled out the knife at his waist.

"It's delicious! your craft has improved again, so let's all come and eat together!" said Crockdahl, smiling happily, and beckoning him back. However, when he turned around, he saw the sharp blade that had slashed down. Crockdahl hurriedly raised a puff of sand to block it, and rolled to the side, dodging the sudden attack.

"Be careful! There's an enemy—" Before he could get up, Crockdahl hurriedly warned him, but he got stuck in his throat in the middle of his words, and the rest of the voice was full of disbelief.

"How are you ......?"

I saw that the ship's deputy was holding a long knife and looked at Crockdahl fiercely, obviously the sneak attack just now made him very unhappy, and his brows were furrowed high.

"You...... You guys...... Locke, even you ......" Looking around, Crockdahl was horrified to find that he had been surrounded by his friends who had once regarded them as treasures.