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No servants needed?
"I see. You want to train me into a sex slave and then give me to the Celestial Dragons for a sex party? Or do you like adopting pets? You like those special pets that crawl on all fours, stare at you expectantly, wag their tails and beg for your affection, sticking out their tongues in fawning obsequiousness?"
"For example, a famous beauty like me? Success would bring a sense of self-efficacy, right?"
Hancock made a gagging face, then shivered, her face ashen, and pitifully lowered her head.
The ghost shark opened its mouth, but couldn't utter a word.
*Crack!* She cracked the whip expressionlessly, practically spitting out the words through gritted teeth, "Even if you're a pet, I have lynxes and sharks, I don't need you!"
--ah!
Hancock groaned in pain, as if she had seen through Ghost Shark's intentions. A glint of intelligence flashed in her eyes, and her face contorted as if she had seen something extremely filthy.
"I see. One isn't enough, is it? You want to dream of the entire Daughter Island too?"
"You've developed foreign steamships, depriving me of my calm seas and making my voyages unsettling. What? You want to pry open my mouth, deprive me of my Daughter Island, and make my women lose their beauty, is that it?"
The more Empress Yi thought about it, the angrier she became. Her unique, domineering aura, unmatched among millions, was slowly amplified by this extreme sense of humiliation.
Click!
The Empress's expression changed drastically, and her whole body stiffened.
Under the combined stimulation of whipping and domineering, the white cloak had long since disappeared, and the tattered cheongsam could no longer hold on, cracks spread, and it shattered instantly.
Hancock's clothes ripped off!
A familiar Celestial Dragon's hoofprint was revealed!
She hasn't even eaten the golden egg fried rice yet!
Hancock's expression fell, her eyes dimmed. Her biggest secret had been completely exposed, and Specter had completely seized control of her.
In that instant, her figure seemed to age ten years; the remaining pride and spirit peeled away from her body, escaped, and became something that could no longer belong to her.
Are beauty and singing voice now equivalent to fame, wealth, and status?
Specter, you're even more hateful than the Celestial Dragons!
Wow!
Just as the empress was about to turn over and cover the mark, a warm, fragrant garment was suddenly draped over her back.
Looking back, the word 'justice' shone brightly in the moonlight.
"If you want to protect a secret, protect it well to the very end."
After being covered by the coat of justice, Hancock paused for a moment, looking at the beautiful girl with flowing white hair in the moonlight with a complicated expression.
She... protected herself?
"Why? How do you know my secret?"
Hancock's voice became dry and low.
"Well, innate knowledge? I'm not quite sure either."
To be honest, Little Shark himself didn't know why he had traveled through time or why he had merged his memories with the Doctor.
A moment of silence fell, and after about three or four minutes, Hancock's voice broke the silence.
"So it's true that you hate the Celestial Dragons? And that you despise the World Government too?"
She leaned forward, gripped the wild grass with both hands, and stared intently at the ghost shark.
"Hmm." Specter sat on a boulder, the unpleasant memories resurfacing in his mind. "If it weren't for Professor Zephyr showing up, I probably would have killed that trash, hahaha."
"Does the world even have... such stupid navy personnel?"
As she finished speaking, Hancock's voice nearly choked with emotion, as memories flooded her mind.
"Disregarding the danger to their lives, challenging the authority of Heaven..."
She recalled all the gloomy, dark, and suffocating memories.
I think of the dead children thrown away like trash, the scorching hot irons in the underground prison, and the three sisters' desperate escape amidst the raging fire. This cruel world is like this: once your hoofprint is on you, you are a slave to the Celestial Dragons for all eternity.
Tick.
A tear fell onto the grass.
She sat up with her back to the ghost shark. Although her buttocks hurt, it was nothing compared to the emotional damage.
Hancock removed her robes, lifted her long hair, revealing red hoof prints on her back.
Specter's first thought was, "Such a smooth back, it's such a waste not to get an essential oil massage!"
“That’s right, it’s the emblem of the Celestial Dragons.” The Empress’s tone was bitter.
She then slowly put on the coat of justice, turned around, and unguardedly showed her face to Ghost Shark.
"The brand on the slaves raised by the Celestial Dragons is proof of their inferior status that can never be erased throughout their lives."
Tick tock tick...
Hancock burst into tears, buried her head in her arms, and sobbed softly.
"No one has ever known my past, and I'm afraid to open up to anyone. I'm so terrified that I'm almost neurotic..."
Stripped of her arrogant and domineering facade, she was just a withdrawn and timid girl hiding in a corner.
White teeth!
The little shark sat trembling on the boulder, instinctively backing away, silently watching Hancock recount her experiences.
Don't tell me about this kind of thing!
Let's go to the East Blue! Let's find Luffy!
How did a fight turn into a fight that made the Empress develop feelings for him?
And judging from her appearance, she looks like she's about to get a fever tonight.
Step, step, step...
The ghost shark, its feet firmly planted on the grass, was intent on leaving when it was about to take off.
A shout stopped her in her tracks.
"Would you look down on...those of us who were once slaves?"
Turning around, I saw a slender figure sitting on the grass like a duck.
Hancock leaned forward, meeting Specter's eyes with a hint of anticipation in her gaze.
Ghost Shark wanted to say yes against her will, but when she met that pitiful look in his eyes, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
"No." The girl exhaled, spread her wings, and disappeared into the sky.
Late at night, the Empress's cheeks were slightly flushed, and she was suffering from a high fever.
"The doctor? Where is the doctor?" Sandasonia shouted from the cabin.
“It’s no use, all the doctors in Lone Star Town have come.” The third brother, Marigold, shook his head helplessly, his face pale.
Suddenly remembering something, Sandasonia looked at her third sister hysterically, "Go and fetch Grandma New!"
Chapter 147 The Finals! (Bonus chapter for my adorable antics, explanation below)
A week passed.
Full Moon Island, Lone Star Dome Stadium.
The rain was falling softly, and the night's rain curtain enveloped the entire Round Moon Island in silence.
A frenzied crowd, holding flower-patterned umbrellas, surged in from all directions. Ghost Shark stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a Pocky stick dangling from his mouth, watching for a long time, yet his mood remained utterly peaceful.
Today is the day of the finals of the singing competition.
How high the music industry in Lone Star Town can go remains to be seen.
These people, no, not just these people.
Tonight, I will make the eyes of the whole world focused on me.
Today's final match is destined to be recorded in the annals of humanity's shining stars.
Its impact may be even more profound than a speech on justice.
"Colonel Ghost Shark".
Ayn draped Laurentina in a brand-new Justice Coat, while she herself put on light makeup and wore a low-key yet luxurious evening gown.
For no apparent reason, she suddenly felt that Laurentina's demeanor had become unfamiliar, profound and arrogant, as if this competition was her domain.
One against ten is no problem at all.
"We'll definitely win, right?" Ain gently brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and smiled softly.
Ghost Shark remained calm, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Hmm."
Uta's level in this match is no longer important.
Her real opponent is herself, the self that has forged ahead through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, like a warrior who has overcome all obstacles. Her goal is always the same: to be faster, higher, and stronger!
Only by reaching the summit can one experience the joy of becoming a god.
But she didn't want to become a god; she just wanted to kill the weak version of herself she had been yesterday.
This singing competition that caused a worldwide sensation was, in her eyes, merely a game to surpass herself.
Of course, it would be even better if the power of the song could also be conveyed to the fans.
"Are you still wearing the disguise tonight?" Alice shook off the raindrops and walked over, smiling as she handed her a throat lozenge.
Ghost Shark rolled its eyes, tore open the packaging, and said, "Your identity has already been exposed, so what's the point of pretending?"
Three figures stood silently watching below through the floor-to-ceiling window.
The cluster of colorful umbrellas formed three lines at the entrance, with rainwater flowing along the umbrella ribs in all directions. The naval officers on duty, wearing raincoats and carrying guns, patrolled and maintained order.
The finals were very popular, especially after Morgans released "The Beauty of Two Divided," which led to a surge in visitors to Lone Star Town, mostly young men and women from the surrounding area who diligently followed the broadcast.
A burst of fierce shouts erupted from the crowd, and the audience members who had not yet entered the venue were almost driven to madness.
Fortunately, the patrolling navy formed a human wall in time, preventing the zombie-like crowd from blocking the car's progress.
Gordon, wearing a coat, got out of the driver's seat. He was tall and had a lapel collar. He then opened his umbrella and opened the car door for Uta with a serious expression.
Uta wore a veil and was completely shrouded in a form-fitting black bodysuit, a necessary requirement to enhance the prestige of the finals.
She stretched out her delicate arm and placed it on Gordon's arm, using the momentum to propel herself forward. Her pure black stiletto heels made a crisp sound as they touched the ground.
"Oh! It's Lady World!" The onlookers immediately reached out excitedly, as if they were on drugs, but were quickly stopped by the navy.
Ghost Shark glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window and strode towards the lounge.
The final has begun.
The audience and judges quickly took their seats, and the most eye-catching group in the audience was the Empress and her entourage.
No one expected that this loser, who was crushed by Specter a week ago, would now be holding a banner for Little Shark, jumping around excitedly like a little girl.
"Hey, Lady Laurentina," Hancock said, gesturing intently with her fingers as she muttered to herself, lost in her fantasy world, "am I your most beloved wife?"
At this moment, her gaze fell on the thumb, and she spoke in a high-pitched voice, her pace slowing down:
"Yes, of course, you are the woman I love most!"
"—Ah Yi~ So how much do you love me?"
At that moment, she reverted to her natural voice and suddenly became charming.
"A little more than yesterday, a little less than tomorrow."
"Lady Laurentina~ My dearest husband~"
Amidst the shocked gazes of the second and third brothers, the Empress, eyes closed and panting, turned her head shyly, her two fingers intimately touching.
Grandma New's words instantly echoed in their minds: Love is always a whirlwind!
Is love really this powerful?!
The Empress lifted her cloak of justice, buried herself in it, took a deep breath, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction appeared on her face.
High season!