I Have a Sailing Game-Chapter 228 - 169: Sea of Sin

Hearing Rogel’s words, Terren could only sigh.

Without a doubt, Rogel intended to continue toward the Sea of Sin.

To this, he could only let him pass, stating that the Royal Fleet could offer some protection for him.

But Rogel shook his head.

What protection did he still need?

The more than ten-meter-long underwater monster Heisatan was right beneath the Gelin. Wouldn’t it be a disgrace for Heisatan to have ordinary sailors protect them?

"... Good luck, Mr. Rogel."

After offering his best wishes, Terren turned to signal the Royal Fleet.

"Let them pass!"

As the Royal Fleet’s ships departed, the Gelin slowly sailed into the Sea of Sin.

...

On a dilapidated pirate ship.

A group of pirates was singing and dancing, laughing out loud, shouting obscenities.

They had just plundered a merchant ship and were richly rewarded.

A pirate hiccupped and staggered toward the bathroom for a leak.

But he bumped into a small, skinny boy scrubbing the deck.

Seeing this, the pirate frowned and kicked him hard with a bent knee.

"Damn it, standing in... in my way, kid... tired of living?"

"Get out of here, you useless thing..."

The pirate kicked him twice more.

As if it wasn’t enough to vent his anger, he spat long and hard, a thick glob landing on the boy’s head before he staggered forward.

Aitar remained silent, his filthy hair covering his eyes.

Ignoring the spit on his head, Aitar continued scrubbing the deck.

With a plop, a piece of meat was casually tossed in front of him, as if feeding a dog.

"Eat up, eat up, meat’s here!"

"Hahahahahahaha!"

A fat pirate pointed at Aitar and laughed heartily.

A group of pirates in the back were delirious with laughter.

"Eat up, kid; if you starve to death, nobody will haul away the crap buckets."

The fat pirate laughed twice before walking away.

Watching his back, Aitar pursed his lips, a trace of gratitude in his eyes.

These days, he’s endured endless humiliation; no one on this pirate ship treated him like a human being.

But this fat pirate always left him with some food.

Though he would verbally humiliate Aitar each time, Aitar knew deep down, if not for this fat pirate, he might not have survived.

He did it just to fit in.

So Aitar was genuinely grateful to him.

After finishing scrubbing the deck, Aitar went to his room.

This was next to the pirate ship’s "cargo hold."

This "cargo hold" was filled with living humans.

After plundering merchant ships, these pirates would take some prisoners and sell them in the underground black market.

In the Sea of Sin’s underground black market, human trafficking was very common.

Aitar tucked half of the dirty piece of meat into his bosom and deftly slipped to a spot when the watchful pirate wasn’t looking.

However, when he saw the figure in the cage, his pupils couldn’t help but contract.

"Ah Li, Ah Li!"

Aitar clutched the iron cage tightly, staring at the little girl inside, tortured almost beyond recognition. Blood vessels burst in his eyes, and his inner rage and sorrow nearly solidified.

But just then, a voice came from behind him.

"Hahahahaha, little bug, turns out you care so much about this little brat."

With a heavy kick, Aitar was knocked to the ground, and the half piece of meat from his chest fell to the ground.

The pirate guarding the cargo squatted down, leaned over him, and chuckled menacingly.

"Oh, so nice, bringing her a piece of meat?"

"Tsk tsk, too bad it seems she won’t get to eat it."

"Didn’t you guys agree last night that you were going to escape from here?"

"Go on, escape!"

"Let me see how you run away!"

The pirate’s boot pressed hard on Aitar’s head, a sadistic smile on his face.

In the environment of the Sea of Sin, there are the most psychopaths, especially those who find joy in tormenting others.

"We saved your life, and instead of gratitude, you’re thinking of running away?"

"Today I’ll let you taste my methods."

"You two are so close, I’ll make sure you feel all the pain I inflict on her..."

The pirate’s voice gradually turned cold; he particularly loathed such warmth.

Under his foot, Aitar’s eyes brimmed with endless fury and hatred.

At that moment, he finally made up his mind, recalling the contents on that page.

No matter what, by any means, he must become Extraordinary, to send these damned pirates to Hell!