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"No, but where did this person go?" Abel asked, looking back absentmindedly, but there was no sign of Cordell McNeil.

He was definitely nearby when they escaped from the One Shot.

Suddenly, Abel turned his gaze toward the slave trading area and saw a familiar silhouette freeing a prisoner. He was talking about the places where pretty girls were confined.

"Come out here, lady."

"Oh my! Are you a knight?"

"Yes. My name is Cordell McNeill of the Imperial Guard. And you, with your clear and pure eyes?"

"My name is Isabelle Pearson."

"Ah, as expected, you are of noble blood."

"My father was a baronet. He served as a supply officer in the Eastern War."

"Oh! A war hero. I'd really like to talk to you."

Even in this situation, Cordell only thought about women. As expected, his way of thinking was completely different from that of ordinary people.

Still, Abel didn't feel as offended as usual. It would be better to free the prisoners than to waste time.

Sir Cordell McNeill, famous for his slyness.

"Oh my! I don't know if he'll act all cocky and say he did it all himself." Abel muttered. Since he had put a lot of face paint on the prisoners, it would be greatly remembered in many ways.

He didn't really need fame, but it annoyed him that Cordell was getting all the attention.

"We'll deal with that guy later, but let's clean up first," Abel said, looking down at the pirates slowly closing in.

Their eyes were filled with menace, but they couldn't rush in rashly. Of course, that's how it had to be. Abel had taken care of everything, including Admiral Baileys, Captain Hook, and even the ballista.

He must have seen Hector Punisher's power firsthand, so he couldn't help but hesitate.

But then, all of a sudden, the pirates who had come closer opened their eyes wide.

"Huh!"

"Huh?"

Besides, wasn't it adding a strange vibe? Even though Abel hadn't done anything yet.

'Why are they like that?' Abel thought, tilting his head and spinning Hector Punisher around. As he grabbed the cloth attached to the handle and spun it, a threatening sound was heard.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

What if he just let it go right at the moment when the speed was at its peak? One or two of them would probably get smashed to pieces. It must have been the flying warhammer that scared them so much.

But the guy standing in front of him let out a strange sound.

"Sun, sun… … ."

"Sun?" Abel repeated.

Didn't Captain Hook faint like that earlier?

He felt really bad because it seemed like he was the only one talking about things he didn't know about. So, what kind of results awaited them?

"I'm going to get hit harder. Cha-ha-ha!" Abel shouted, preparing to launch Hector Punisher, when the stuttering pirate finally managed to finish the sentence.

"It's the sea god!"

And then, he suddenly turned around and started running.

They had just closed in on them as if they were going to kill them, so Abel wondered how something like this was possible.

Besides, it wasn't just one guy who ran away. The pirates who had been preparing their arrows far away also scattered in confusion.

"No, what are you talking about? This again," Abel muttered, wondering where he could escape to in this cramped hideout.

But then, suddenly, he had a strange feeling. Was his shadow this big? Even a small person could look like a giant to some. The pressure and majesty created such an illusion.

He probably looked like a monster to the pirates.

But that didn't mean the shadow would become huge.

Abel looked back absentmindedly, and something huge was rising from inside the trap.

A head that looked like a devil's mouth and a size reminiscent of a cyclops. It seemed like it lived in the sea, as it had webbed feet between its fingers.

"Oh," Abel muttered, left speechless by the creature's appearance.

He never dreamed such a monster would emerge from Billy Gut's hideout.

'Come to think of it, didn't Captain Hook faint after saying that too?' Abel thought. Perhaps Hook had wanted to say the word 'sea god.' But how great must the creature be to be called the God of the Sea?

"It looks great, but it feels like nothing special," Abel commented.

If it were Shugle and Peltron, they would be able to give a refreshing answer. They would know the true identity of that damn monster.

But then, suddenly, a voice that seemed to ring in his mind was heard.

You're finally here!

"Me?" Abel asked, startled.

Yes. Tasty prey.

"Huh! What the hell is this?" Abel responded.

It never occurred to him that he would become someone's prey. No, that was true. Even if the creature ate him, he would still just be a human. But the creature had a look in its eyes, like it was holding a really delicious meal in front of it.

"No, are you really going to eat me?" Abel asked, confused.

This body has never once said anything nonsensical. Hahahaha!

The devilish monster burst into flames and stared at Abel quietly.

Abel had been talking about wanting to eat him, but the monster just stared. Its actions were utterly incomprehensible.

Abel held Hector Punisher tightly in his hands and quickly scanned the creature's body.

"The skin is covered in mucus. It seems very slippery. Will a blunt weapon work?" Abel thought to himself. Even if he hit it with a warhammer, it would likely only expose his weak points rather than causing any real damage. It would be better to just cut it with something sharp.

Of course, there were still ways to attack. If it was a highly concentrated lump of energy, it wouldn't matter if it was slippery or not. Abel prepared for a devastating retribution, planning to change his extreme choices to maximize his attack power.

But it was at that very moment, as they were about to change their attack stance, that a sound like sparks flying from the edge of his chest interrupted him.

"Huh?" Abel wondered.

He felt something strange, but the other creature didn't do anything. It just stared at him quietly.
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Then who on earth was it?

As Abel tilted his head and looked around, the ominous sound was heard again.

Ta-da-da-dak!

And then, all of a sudden, a huge explosion occurred right inside his body.

Kuhwaaaaang!

With a huge explosion, Abel was blown away like a piece of paper caught in a storm. He was just looking, but what kind of crazy powerful attack was that?

That too, inside his body?

'It's a technology that's almost like a fraud,' Abel thought.

Of course, the damage from the demon monster's attack wasn't that great. Fortunately, Abel had greatly increased his defense power through extreme choices. If the creature had changed its stance to attack, Abel might have died from the blow just now.

As that thought occurred to him, a chill ran down his spine.

Huh? Why are you alive? the demon's thoughts roared in his mind.

Abel felt like he was going to throw up, even though the voice was just ringing in his head. He thought this must be what a mental attack felt like.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

He flipped over in midair and scraped the floor with his feet. The place they arrived at was a rock mountain with a ballista installed.

"Hee, eek!" a voice suddenly squeaked, and Abel looked to the side to see a pirate lying on the ground with his face turned pale.

Judging by the broken ballista and injured leg, it seemed like he had been hit by a severed bow.

"Do you know what that monster is?" Abel asked.

"Are you talking about the sea god?" the pirate responded.

"Uh. When did you start showing up?"

"… ... ." The pirate went silent.

Abel continued asking questions naturally, but the pirate didn't answer.

"I guess you don't want to reveal information to the enemy," Abel muttered, preparing to move the pirate's heart.

"I have a potion that is very effective against trauma. It was made by a sorcerer from Nermia."

"What does that mean?" the pirate asked.

"I'm saying that if you answer well, I can give it to you. If you don't want to deal with the enemy, just leave it here. Let's just assume I heard you talking to myself."

"Hmm."

Abel thought he could hear the sound of heads rolling from here. After a while, the pirate nodded quickly.

"Keep your promise," the pirate said.

"What are you talking about? I just lost a potion," Abel remarked, putting down the potion bottle.

The pirate quickly swiped the floor. After a while, he put some of the potion on his leg and shrugged his shoulders with a satisfied expression.

"It's a real potion. Ask me anything," the pirate said.

"How long has that guy been staying here?" Abel asked.

"You've only been in our hideout for a short time, but he's been a great help."

"For example?"

"He tells me where the best ships to attack are and where they are going."

"Really? Then it would be good to just raid the Schultz headquarters?"

"Of course."

Abel finally understood how a small pirate group like Billy Guts had gained such real-time information. It wouldn't have been possible to control only the Schultz fleet with the help of the Navy alone.

"But why did you do something like that? If the sea god gave you the information, you could have raided other companies."

"I don't know. I just did what the Admiral told me to do."

Well, this guy was just a crew member who followed orders.