On the sixth day of Treasure Island's existence, in the evening, the third rainbow light quietly shattered.

The sunset on the horizon was like blood, illuminating the entire Treasure Island, making every gold leaf, every golden apple, and every silver coin a blinding blood.

"Got it~Got it~"

The sound of cicadas has enveloped the island, but the sounds of humans are becoming less and less.

On the sea surrounding the island, only a handful of seven or eight sailing ships were able to pull anchor and set sail, carrying the treasure and drifting away.

More sailing ships anchored on the shore are destined to be swallowed up by ten times the speed of time in the time when Treasure Island disappears from the material world.

"We finally escaped alive."

"Roar! Long live the captain! ”

On the Golden Deer, pirates covered in gold and gold jewelry (there is not a single silver coin) and antique jewelry cheered.

The elite marines led by Byron spent most of their time in the [Overseas Frontier Order], and there was not much to lose on this treasure hunt.

At this time, not only everyone was given a cursed gold coin by Byron, and became the first core members of the Guard's [Deathwing].

He was also promised that everyone could share a fifth of their body weight in the treasure, and they would simply win.

Especially compared to other teams that landed on the island at the same time, but most of them ended miserably, their reverence for Byron has exploded.

Of course, they are not the only ones who can survive and find the treasure in the end.

Those third-order teams that were not too greedy and reckless, and whose character could stand the test, still survived only five or six.

And even they can't withstand the attacks of the low-sequence cicadas.

You don't have to wait for the island to sink, and if you can't get out before nightfall today, you'll never get out again.

With the new [Lantern Man] taking office, the contract between the human and the gods has been established, but there is no need to worry that there will be cicadas chasing humans out of the island in the next ten days.

In fact, even if not a single person on the island died, all the survivors were combined, and not as much as Byron himself would have earned.

Except for Violet, who was in charge of packing the boxes, and himself, no one knew how rich he was now.

Best of all, the treasure hunters who went with them to the third level and saw part of the truth had all been killed or become their own.

No one outside knows the true identity of [Wild Hunt], no one knows about the existence of "Faust Pact", and no one knows what the magic of turning stones into alchemy looks like.

As for some other things that didn't involve the core secrets, they couldn't be hidden from others.

For example, [Sea Hunter] Byron Tudor completed the "Pirate Chest" after his trip to Treasure Island, obtained the "Key Item" Azik's Cursed Gold, and successfully promoted to "Pirate".

The legend of [Title: Sea Hunter] has quietly reached 18 points, and it is no longer far away from 20 points.

Waiting for this news to ferment a little bit in the Bantaan Islands will naturally allow him to gain a new title ability.

This is the essence of inheriting the legend of the Great Pirate.

Every time you think of the more famous pirate, you naturally think of the rising star who conquered his treasure spot.

At this point, the Sea Hunter can be regarded as completely overpowering his old superior, "Bill", and has become the first of the seven pirate generals in the Black Courts!

The conditions are ripe for further growth.

"Byron, the Flaming Rose and the Lancer have all arrived nearby.

Do you want to intercept and kill those survivors halfway as originally planned?

Most of them are already out of the sailors, and they are not vulnerable at all. ”

Violet walked up to Byron and said the coldest words in the gentlest tone.

The latter looked at the other sailing ships that were moving away from each other, and after a little hesitation, rejected her proposal.

"No, take a long-term view.

I'm worried that the major forces will suffer heavy losses this time, and what will happen if they don't come back to Treasure Island in two years.

If you can do big things with a small amount of money and solve key problems, why not? ”

Although the mountains of gold and silver on Treasure Island are tempting.

But if once, twice, three times, those treasure hunters don't get any sweetness every time, and it's very likely that they won't come after a long time.

Only when there are treasure hunters who return from time to time can they continue to stimulate other people's enthusiasm for treasure hunting.

It also makes the island more and more gold and silver!

This is exactly the same principle as the lottery, where many people's money is pooled into a century-old jackpot that enriches one person.

It's just that they pay money to buy lottery tickets, and they pay for their lives.

In the end, only a few participants only need to share a little sweetness, and he, Lord Byron, has to occupy at least seventy percent!

"Oh, by the way, I can also use the artificial star-making program to find a few of my own people to come out and receive the award.

Spend money to buy two more pages from the Lighthouse Weekly.

No one needs to actually get the treasure, just make others think they can get the money.

I'm a genius.

Do it next time! ”

In fact, the condition on the other ships was exactly what Byron had thought.

Several other boats had just departed, and the captains' unifying action was to record their logbooks for the trip.

"Write it down, write it all down. The next time I have the chance to visit this island, I will definitely gain much more than this time. ”

The quill pen in his hand worked hard to write.

From "Rule 1, everyone has to use two gold coins to buy the gold-eating ants guarding the beach to land on the island"

"Rule number two, you must restrain your greed, otherwise, greed will turn your blood into gold.

In fact, it represents the power of turning stones into alchemy! ”

"Rule three, the rainbow light over the island will be reduced layer by layer"

and then to the new "Rule 4, Equivalent Exchange:

The substances that a person can take from Treasure Island, including water, food, treasures, etc., must not be higher than his own weight.

It is the most cost-effective way to find a burly transcendent of the [Gladiator] profession to land on the island. ”

"Rule Five: In the darkness of selfishness, a person's dark desires will continue to be magnified.

The longer you stay on the island, the more possessive you get.

Before landing on the island, you must select the crew, and the higher the morality, the less likely it is to die. ”

"Rule 6: When the cicadas chirp, retreat immediately!"

These very few adventurers who managed to survive completed some of the Treasure Island secret realm rules in their logbooks.

After a few days, they returned to shore with a logbook and a portion of the treasure.

No one will remember how many people have died on this island, how high the danger factor is, and how pitiful the survival rate is.

Those who dream of getting rich overnight will only remember these survivors who brought back large sums of money.

Then when the next opportunity comes, keep going!

I fantasized that I would be the lucky one too.

didn't know that at the beginning of the design of this game, there was no such "winner"

Just as the few surviving treasure hunters bid farewell to the cannibalistic Treasure Island and returned home.

The [Contract Devil] who escaped into the Sea of Essentia and the third of the Faustian contracts also returned to the material world along a world rift wider than Treasure Island.

According to the rating of the Lighthouse Federation, this crack would have to be rated a first-class crack anyway.

It's already enough to allow the grotesque and evil spirits of the high sequence to pass.

If this rift were to appear anywhere in the Old World, it would be enough to cause the local kingdom and the Church Night's Watch forces to become a formidable enemy.

But it's so strange that there's not even a single caretaker to be found.

There was a thick fog in front of me, and the air was filled with a wet and sticky fishy smell, which made people feel a chill from their bones.

I don't know what terrifying killing rules this secret realm corresponds to.

Of course, these are not in the scope of the contract devil, as an evil spirit, it only wants to eat people!

With a greedy soul in his perception as a signpost, he landed lightly and early onto a stone path covered with eerie moss like hair.

Soon after.

A tall figure stepped out of the mist.

In the fog with very low visibility, it looked like a humanoid creature two hundred centimeters tall, but it had scales and fins, and its head was more like a fish than a human.

The first thing he noticed was the Faust contract on the ground, and he picked it up from the ground.

Slurred language that "gurgles" like blisters emerges from the mouth.

Then he continued on, and within two steps he heard the sound of rolling waves in the fog.

Phew——!

At this moment, a fishy sea breeze blew, and the fog in front of me dissipated a little.

The Contract Devil looked up with the strange figure.

It turned out to be an ancient city half-soaked in the sea, cold and damp, unlike any other place in the Old World.

The structure of the buildings is all anomalous and completely contrary to geometry.

Its never-before-seen spatial structure and dimensional dimensions can cause people to feel a strong sense of disgust.

The buildings are made of huge, slippery green stone that seems to come from the bottom of the sea, and the city is dotted with dizzyingly high boulder carvings, grand stone statues, and ornate reliefs.

But whether it is the statue of the god or the relief, it is engraved with sticky tentacles that make people vomit in disgust, giving people a strong feeling of discomfort like falling into the tentacle socket.

The sprawling city seemed empty except for the figure, dead, cold, and chilling.

In the distance, there are tidal flats, bogs, mountains, and the infinite expanse of land.

There is no need to doubt that this is a new continent that countless adventurers are pursuing!

When the evil spirit retracted its gaze, the strange figure in front of it, which had finally come out of the thick fog and the city, had quietly changed into a different look.

Top hat, formal wear, civilization staff, gold wire glasses, a young gentleman dressed in the upper class of the old continent.

But the fool also knows that "he" is definitely not!

When the fog cleared slightly, a long coastline of silt, wetlands, and huge mossy rocks appeared in front of them.

In the milky white mist on the surface of the sea, an adventure ship in the style of the Old Continent was carrying a heavy load.

At the stern of the ship, in the style of the Kingdom of Makeri, the beautifully carved tail verandah is clearly written with the name of the ship, the Maywind.

This turned out to be the [Maywind] in the mouth of the Governor of Havana, Velasquez, who was about to find the New World!

It was an excellent adventure ship that had only been in contact with China not long ago, but now it looked like it had been shipwrecked and had just been fished out of the deep sea, and it was covered with barnacles and seaweed.

The hull was torn everywhere, the sails were tattered, and the whole ship was so dead that not a single human voice could be heard.

Byron must have never imagined that he might really have the gift of a great prophet and would be able to make a prophecy.

This pioneer adventure ship, led by a fourth-order adventurer, no longer knows when an accident occurred.

The "young gentleman" in gold-rimmed glasses strode up to the expedition ship, spread his hands, and laughed wildly:

"Mr. Balboa, bring back greetings for your people who belong to us, the 'descendants of the exiles.'"

Boom——!

As soon as the words fell, the entire lifeless strange warship seemed to suddenly come back to life, and six huge blood-red eyes like lanterns instantly opened in the holes on both sides.

At the stern of the boat, a few stout black shadows shook violently, allowing the boat to burrow under the water like a swimming fish.

Immediately, a white line of water on the gloomy sea gradually moved away from the "World Serpent Celestial Circulation Belt" in the north, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Obviously, who stipulates that those colonizers who do all kinds of evil in overseas colonization activities will encounter a weak civilization that they will take and take away?

In the unknown dark forest, every silent civilization is likely to be a hunter with a gun.

You don't have to wait for the adventurers of the Old World to find the New World, you have to experience the little shock from the New World first.

Seeing the white waterline go away, the "young gentleman" lifted the gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, and behind the bright lenses was a pair of blue eyes like the sea of local bay people!