In this world, there is such a thing as "strong luck".

A person with [strong luck] is like a cockroach that cannot be killed, no matter what kind of predicament, no matter how fatal the injury, he can survive.

There are also such people who are born with all the glory and wealth, and no matter what they do, they will be much smoother than others.

Such a person has the favor of destiny, countless talents, and strong people will meet him unexpectedly, and eventually become his most solid arm. Just like the One Piece who has become a legend, a character like Roger.

Strength? Step up your game? Will?

Is it true that only these legendary men became the king of the pirates?

No, these are only part of the story.

Luck! Luck! That's the most important thing!

One Piece can transcend all these difficulties and obstacles and achieve great things that no one has ever achieved, how can it be completed without [strong luck]?

Everything in this world is at the top, and all the famous people in this world are favored by the [luck], and the disputes between these people are just to see whose [luck] is greater.

Just like this bleeding man, he received as many as eleven gunshot wounds, countless knife wounds, and the whole person was bloody and kicked into the sea, so he didn't sink into the sea, and he was still angry when he was fished up.

"Then, that, if you don't stop the bleeding quickly......"

Shirley's clear voice cautiously suggested, and the man with eagle-sharp eyes sat face-to-face in the chair with Wren. The problem was that the man struggled to lean back in his chair, blood pouring out of his wound like running water, and he looked almost breathless.

Compared to him, Wren crossed his legs, looking indifferent to his injuries, looking at the man who had once had a bit of fate.

His eyes were blurred by the blood that flowed down, and Mihawk looked at the man, who was a little more mature than he had been three years ago.

The two have no hatred, although they fought once because of a misunderstanding and almost died with each other, but they did not hate each other's small temperament. If anything, they are very similar, and if you compare them as a warrior, although there is no hatred between the two sides, they are the whetstones that are most likely to die at the hands of the other party.

People of equal strength will subconsciously see the other party as a competitor, so after a long absence of three years, Mihawk does not want to be unable to meet the opponent because of the weakness of the injury.

If the two are compared to two swords, Mihawk is a broken sword waiting to be repaired at the moment, with a miserable appearance, while Wren on the other side is a sword that is strong and sharp on the surface, but gradually begins to rust on the inside. The only thing that is commendable about the navy as an enemy is that it rarely uses too inferior means in battle. It's not like being an enemy of pirates, and it's almost anything.

These two are also men with [luck], but they don't have [strong luck] like Roger who gathers companions and makes everything go well, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is [bad luck].

often falls into the place of death, implicating innocent people around him to die together, but because of his own strength, he breaks a scarred dawn in the [bad luck] that must die again and again. Because of this, they will act alone, unwilling to have deep friendships with people, because they can still fight their way out, what should the people around them do?

When Mihawk saw this man who was similar to himself again, he felt the qi emanating from him, and he could probably imagine what kind of situation this man had been like along the way. Just as Wren saw the scarred Mihawk, he could somewhat guess why he became this virtue.

Mihawk shuddered and took an old coin from his jacket pocket and glanced at Wren, who immediately understood and grinned indifferently.

Sister-in-law Liang Shirley looked at these two people in a daze, she didn't know what kind of dumb riddle these two people were playing without saying a word, and she didn't understand why the man who was about to dry up didn't stop the bleeding, and she didn't understand that when the eagle-eyed man took out the coin, the atmosphere between the two people suddenly became heavy, and Shirley seemed to be able to see the momentum behind the two of them climb to the peak, almost making her hallucinate that there was something behind the two people.

It's like a battle for life and death.

Wren grinned indifferently and said with his hands on his chest.

"The flip side."

Mihawk swallowed the blood that poured into his mouth and said hoarsely.

"Positive."

Shirley's red and black eyes were involuntarily attracted by the bouncing coin, and she tossed the coin weakly, which was enough to witness how far the man had run out of oil and dried up. But Mihawk still stared at the churning coin with his piercing eagle eyes.

Wren, who seemed to be indifferent, stared intently at the coin. His eyes were bad, and it was a miracle that he could still see things because of the toxin that had taken over his retina when he was in Rednans, so he had habitually squinted his eyes in order to see the results of that coin.

Boom.

The small sound of landing made Shirley involuntarily nervous, as if the two people would be separated from each other because of the result. Although the little sister-in-law Liang, who finally settled down temporarily, followed a bad-tempered captain, she was already very content, so she didn't want any accidents.

The result is......

The coin snapped straight into the gap between the planks.

Mihawk closed his eyes expressionlessly, and Wren stared at the coin with mixed feelings.

When they meet again, it makes no sense to divide life and death, precisely because they are so similar to each other, as if they see another self, but will you be happy because of this? Some people will be particularly disgusted by the existence of such guys who know each other very well, just like the principle of same-sex repulsion, which is incompatible. Wren and Mihawk were different in that they were happy, because they were equally unfortunate and equally powerful, and they had the same sympathy for each other, but because of this, because of their own pride, there was no reason to pour out their pain to each other like weak women.

Mihawk, who was seriously injured, did not want to be rescued by sympathy, especially the person in front of him, so he made a decision, and Wren respected his choice.

Unable to fight any longer, Mihawk tossed a coin, he would have a chance to live if he won, and if he lost, he would be killed by Wren on the spot, he was like a stubborn sword, rather than bending, clinging to some stupid pride. This pride will make him stronger, but it can also kill him.

But the goddess of fate, that Bichi, didn't have a choice.

Everything fell back into Wren's hands, and Mihawk could no longer hold on and collapsed on the deck, in a pool of his own blood.

Shirley looked at the two of them at a loss, she wanted to help the miserable man, but without the captain's words, she didn't dare to act on her own.

Wren got up from his chair and walked towards the bow of the boat, just waving his hand casually, regardless of whether Shirley understood what he meant, and just left Shirley's line of sight. And sister-in-law Liang Shirley hurriedly carried the medical box that had been prepared long ago, and began to rush to carry out emergency treatment, she had only seen similar knowledge in books, and this was the first time to practice.

The Echoing Dolphin is moving smoothly in the direction of the Kingdom of Alabastan according to the instructions of the permanent pointer.

Wren sat cross-legged on the head of the dolphin at the bow of the ship, one hand supporting his chin and staring at the endless sea as always.

"Is there a must?"

Wren was a little dazed by himself, he knew Mihawk's pride in not being willing to accept help in the face of him, but he didn't understand where this stupid pride came from. If the person who saved Mihawk was someone he didn't know, this man would probably accept it silently, and then wait for the injury to heal and give back with all his might. However, he met himself, who was also a martial artist, and faced Mihawk, who made him his opponent, but gave his life to luck.

Thinking about it, Wren couldn't help but laugh.

Perhaps it is because of his similar relationship with himself that he lives alone like a lone wolf. Maybe it's because of their increasingly strong relationship, and it's hard for Wren to imagine that if the role is replaced, he will meet Mihawk with a dying appearance, and then say to this man miserably: "Please, help me!" ”

I believe that I will be saved, but while I live, I will definitely lose something in my heart. As this way of survival, they must no longer be themselves.

Wren felt like he had grasped something, and he reached out to the empty air.

Yes, that's it.

It's something that you don't have.

But what exactly is it that will be lost?