In 1497, the peach town of the West Sea was full of birds and flowers, as the origin of sweet wine, it has always been extremely prestigious, look at the coast, the genius has just dawned, a merchant ship has sailed into the port in an orderly manner, and the people of the town are rushing there in an endless stream.

Bailey is something that can make people forget their troubles and fall into madness, according to the words of the local residents, that is, the morning peach town is full of Bailey, as long as you have the ability and means, they are yours.

Of course, there are two sides to everything, there is light and there is darkness, even in a prosperous town like Taotao Town, where trade is prosperous, there are also those poor people who are struggling on the line of death and dirty darkness.

Fifteen-year-old Bergerov stands quietly in front of a café on the bustling Lorain Street, where shops and pedestrians are endless.

He was slender, with a wicked smile on his face all the time, and his thick eyebrows were curved, like the bright moon in the night sky.

His black curly hair is staggered, his delicate facial features, tea-black eyes, and sea-blue ear diamonds on his earlobes make his handsome appearance a little more uninhibited.

“fuck！ Fifteen years have passed, and the second uncle finally no longer restricts my freedom. ”

Bergerov looked at the quiet café and couldn't help but curse softly, but he didn't expect that the last game of the offline final would become his swan song.

Terminal illness is irreversible, illness is ruthless, although the teenagers who have high hopes for themselves finally choose a strange lineup, but for him now, it doesn't matter.

Although the illness ended his life, the miraculous fate sent a new beginning.

"Tut, after all, it's the world of pirates, and it seems good to use it for retirement." With a wicked smile on his face again, Berger Porov walked into the café with a relaxed step.

"Good morning!"

As soon as the delicate-faced girl saw Bergerporov, she greeted her warmly, wearing a lace apron and showing a charming smile.

The café is not large, with three simple wooden tables, and on the counter, an old gramophone is playing soft music.

"Good morning." Bergerov replied, looked around to see everything in the café, and then sat down by the window.

At this point in time, no one usually comes to drink coffee, and most people don't want to waste their time on it, after all, to some extent, drinking coffee is only something that only the aristocracy and the rich will do.

"Is this the first time Mr. has come to Taotao Town?" The girl bowed slightly, vaguely revealing a half of snow white, and asked very politely.

Bergerov looked up at her, slightly surprised, but the smile on his face did not disappear, and nodded pretending to be calm, in fact, he wanted to say that he was not a foreigner, but for some reason, he rarely came to town.

"Bring me a cup of pure coffee."

"Yes, sir, please wait a minute."

After the girl left, Bergerov's gaze fell out of the window, and his expression became unusually serious, as if he was in deep thought.

Name: Berger Porov

Stamina: 53+ (strong - 1 for normal people)

Physique: 52+ (strong - 1 for ordinary people)

Realization: 51+ (strong - 1 for ordinary people)

Arena points: 0

Summoner's Rift: (inactive, missing Devil Fruit)

The information in his mind is not unfamiliar to Bergerov, who suddenly appeared when he was twelve years old, and for this reason, he sometimes complains, but fate is afraid that he is too bored here, and gives away belated benefits.

But this is just a joke, at least Bergerporov knows very well in his heart, after three years of research, he has roughly figured out the purpose of this information.

To put it simply, it is the system, the basic standard configuration of the cross-public.

Bergerov felt that he should be too obsessed with the League of Legends, so fate gave him such a benefit, and through the competition points, he could increase the value of the three attributes at will.

What this means, Bergerov doesn't have to think about it, but since the initial 150 competitive points were evenly distributed, the three attributes have not changed.

Not to mention how to get the competition points, Berger Porov found a miraculous thing, that is, the initial 150 competition points, which turned out to be the same as the offline fish belly team he formed, 150 games.

Only then did Berger Porov boldly guess that if he wanted to get competitive points, he could only achieve it by activating the summoner's canyon to open the black.

Devil Fruit is the secret treasure of the sea, in addition to relying on luck, only Bailey who spent a lot of money can get it from the auction, in fact, there are many ways to obtain Devil Fruit, such as joining a certain force, or fighting to rob it, or becoming a slave of the Celestial Dragons, etc.

Except for the first one, Bergerov had never thought about these methods, because before that, his range of activities was limited by someone, and if he hadn't been slapped in the face by the cruel reality for so many years, he really wanted to roar with pride: Lao Tzu is a hero of luck.

Since luck is not on his side, he can only think of other ways, although Berger Porov's background does not have a halo, but he has a powerful second uncle, an incomparably powerful lieutenant general.

This is only temporary, Bergerov knows very well that his second uncle's future achievements are limitless, of course, being old-fashioned and unreasonable, and pursuing absolute justice has become his label.

In any case, the family bond that blood is thicker than water cannot be severed, and despite the tension between the uncle and nephew, Bergerov still got the Devil Fruit when he was eight years old.

"Hey, you really shouldn't have eaten that devil fruit."

Every time he thought of this, Bergerov felt pity, he knew that it was impossible for the second uncle to get another devil fruit for himself, he could only say that the time was too unlucky.

"Anyway, I'm also a capable person, even if my talent is a mess, if I can't become a strong person with this superhuman demon fruit plus opening black plus points, then I can't say it."

Thinking of this, Berger Porov's eyes showed a strong sense of confidence, without the restrictions of the second uncle, he can finally do a big job now, everything is ready only to the east wind, at this moment, a crisp voice came from his ears.

Knock knock.

Outside the window, a little girl in a shabby robe was standing trembling, without even a pair of shoes on her feet, holding a basket in one hand and gently tapping on the glass on the window with the other, her sallow and emaciated face full of pleading.

Bergerov looked at the other for a moment, then his eyes stayed on the basket in the little girl's hand, and it was about a minute before he beckoned to him.