Picked up by the Protagonist of a Tormented! MC Novel - Volume 4 Chapter 11

My girlfriend is too beautiful.

And, she treats me so nicely.

I didn’t even confess, I was confessed to.

So…

Why me…?

‘Lil Schweiz’, a famous pirate in the southern seas.

While on a smooth voyage, shocking news fell upon her.

“The Admiral is coming.”

Despite the hot weather, chills ran down her spine. Lil took her eyes off her hands and looked up at Alain, the boatswain.

Not that she didn’t hear him, but she wanted to check again.

“Who?”

“The Admiral of the Peninsula! That madman! Admiral Retiro!”

That infamous admiral, known for skinning the heads of pirates he captured and throwing their limbs as food for the cannibal fish, the one with an eccentric and bizarre reputation will come to the South.

“It will be for the best to not cross his path. We should get out of here before he arrives!”

But there’s one thing that Lil doesn’t know…

[I, Lil, are notifying you, Ed, that you’ve been punished respectfully according to the Sesbron etiquette.] …It’s a setup!

“I’m glad I have a role in this interesting play.”

He briefly looked up at the sunlight passing through the huge veil. The sky above his head soon became covered in several ivory lights.

“It’s a good one, it’s going to be a lot of fun.”

A marine romance fantasy between a pirate captain and the admiral!

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‘Forbidden romance on the high seas!

It was all smooth sailing for Lil Schweiz, a famous pirate captain, until some shocking news almost threw her overboard. The notorious Admiral Retiro, known for scalping and feeding his pirate captives to flesh-eating fish, is on his way… And he’s coming for one thing only.’

Who will tell her what happened?

Is she wilding a child in the wilderness? The child’s umbilical cord was bitten off by a mutant mouse, my God, what’s going on?

Yin Xuehan was trembling to deal with the umbilical cord problem for the child, but she felt pain in her stomach again. This is another…

At this time, the voice of the system came, and she actually gave birth live in the wilderness?

Is this the rhythm of going crazy? This world actually relies on live streaming and doing quests to earn points, God, please save her, she brought her two cubs into such a difficult wilderness dungeon at the beginning.

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