White Town

"No! You can't do this!"

"Please, spare these poor children!"

"Didn't you say you'd let us go? You butchers, you devils, you'll all be punished by heaven."

Bang!

With the sound of a gunshot, the nun, driven to despair by deception, fell into a pool of blood.

"Blah blah blah, do you believe anything I say? Hahahaha! If I hadn't said that, how would you have brought these brats to me willingly? You've saved us a lot of trouble! Hahaha."

"I'm not afraid to tell you, the order we received was to leave no one alive in this country. Except for your king, who fled with the royalty like a stray dog long ago, everyone left here, including the elderly and children, must die!"

A soldier nearby frowned upon hearing this. "Simon, you're talking too much."

"What are you afraid of? They're all dead men walking anyway, and dead men don't talk."

"Open fire, finish them all!"

As the soldiers grinned and raised their guns, flames erupted.

The last image in the fallen nun's eyes was of children being shot one after another.

Listening to the children's desperate and helpless cries, the nun shed tears of regret before sinking into eternal darkness.

"I'm sorry."

Until the very end of her life, the nun did not receive a merciful light of salvation for them, these pitiful people.

There was only despair.

In September of Sea Year 1506, Freyvans in the North Blue was annihilated by a neighboring country during a war, and the "White Town" was destroyed by a great fire.

Throughout the entire process, the World Government and the Navy offered no rescue.

The only known survivors at this time were the former Freyvans Royalty, who had contacted the World Government early, abandoned their country, and thus managed to escape.

However, faintly, through the pitch-black clouds, a sliver of weak sunlight seemed to pierce through the despair and shine down.

Although the "White Town" of Freyvans was destroyed, the aftermath work continued.

For example, the bodies that the great fire had not completely burned.

If they were not dealt with promptly, plague would become the first wave of revenge from those 'White Dead'.

So, body after body was transported and gathered at the border of Freyvans, awaiting the delivery of fuel to be cremated uniformly.

The mountains of corpses were like a scene from hell on earth!

An ordinary person would likely be so terrified after just one glance that they would have nightmares for three days straight!

Therefore, even most of the soldiers responsible for transporting the bodies did not linger here, leaving immediately after each delivery, far from this ominous place of death.

After all, what was there to guard about a pile of corpses? Could these corpses stand up and run away on their own?

But amidst the silence, several corpses actually moved unnervingly!

Thump...

Hoo... hoo...

As the corpses above rolled down, a small, blood-covered, and disheveled figure finally struggled out from underneath, breathing heavily from nearly suffocating.

Then, a mixture of blood, the stench of corpses, and other indescribable foul odors flooded his nostrils.

"Gag! Gag!"

He immediately began to vomit violently, especially when he got a clear look at his surroundings, which made him vomit even more.

"So there really is an afterlife, and it's this terrifying!"

"No, this isn't hell. This is Freyvans, my name is Gustavus Abel!"

After Abel had vomited until he had nothing left to expel, he finally finished integrating the memories of two lifetimes.

In his previous life, he was a 'self-made man', a relatively successful 'outstanding young entrepreneur'.

By the age of 30, with a little help from his in-laws, he had easily earned several small fortunes.

Then, to prove he wasn't just a pretty boy living off his wife's family, he poured all his energy into his company. As a result, after a long day of work, he got into a car accident while driving late at night due to fatigue.

The next moment he opened his eyes, he was here, in a place that resembled hell!

And the body he had transmigrated into was also quite unlucky.

Gustavus Abel was his name, born in a remarkably beautiful and prosperous place in the North Blue—Freyvans.

He also had a happy and fulfilling family; his parents were well-known merchants in the area, possessing considerable wealth.

From childhood, he received a good education, had a cheerful and generous personality, and inherited his parents' excellent genes, making him handsome and popular.

If it were just this, he might have felt fortunate to have transmigrated into such a person.

But as more memories surfaced, and terms like 'White Town', 'Lead Sickness', 'Pirate King', 'World Government', 'Celestial Dragons' appeared in his mind, he realized what a terrifying world he had arrived in!

Moreover, the environment he was currently in was quite terrible!

After all, he had also watched famous "sweat, blood, and tears" manga like Bleach, Naruto, and One Piece when he was younger. He just rarely watched them anymore after gradually focusing his energy on his career. He only checked the plot's progress occasionally during his breaks.

For example, the Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Nika Form. He heard it was mocked for a long time back then.

"Truly, I transmigrated at the wrong time, and to the wrong place."

After a moment of recollection, Abel couldn't help but give a wry smile.

Living in Freyvans, known as the 'White Town,' wasn't a good thing at all, because almost everyone there suffered from the incurable Lead Sickness. In his generation, they would die in endless agony before reaching adulthood.

Looking at the white spots clearly visible on his arm, Abel knew he was no exception. It seemed that getting a second chance at life had used up all his luck.

Even worse, if he had transmigrated just a few days earlier, he could have found a way to escape with his parents and slowly search for a cure.

But now it was too late. To conceal their secrets, the World Government had almost let Freyvans be completely destroyed in the war. His parents, naturally, died by the sword and gun along with everyone else.

And then there were the deceived nuns, and the innocent children who died under gunfire.

Even a simple recollection made Abel clench his fists subconsciously.

After all, with the memories merging together, there was no longer a distinction between "you" and "me." Only one name remained: Gustavus Abel!

He felt everything as if it were his own.

Sooner or later, he would seek justice for his parents and for everyone who died in Freyvans!

However, this matter would require careful planning. At least, in his current state, he had neither the ability nor the means.

"The immediate priority is to escape quickly. Although I've finally gotten used to the smell here, if those soldiers find me, I'll probably have to transmigrate again. If there's even a chance."

Muttering to himself, Abel immediately flipped over, trying to stand up, but he rolled straight off the pile of corpses.

His condition wasn't good to begin with. He didn't know how long it had been since he last ate or had a single drop of water. Coupled with the violent vomiting just now, he was not only dizzy and seeing stars but also extremely weak.

"Damn it!"

Abel leaned against a corpse, managing to sit up and gasp for breath. Intense hunger and weakness were assaulting his brain nerves in waves.

In this state, trying to leave here without being discovered and crossing the border was simply wishful thinking.

He needed to at least recover a certain degree of physical strength.

But the bad news was that there was neither food nor water here. And the longer he delayed, the greater the chance of encountering those soldiers!

"Damn it, since I've even encountered something like transmigration, isn't there supposed to be some cheat or something?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

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