Lu Fei Leaves Moya's Misery

Moya had still taken this world of pirates too lightly.

Perhaps it was because the anime and manga had painted the protagonist's pirate crew in such a beautiful light.

He looked at these sailors who bullied the weak and feared the strong, looking at the greed etched onto their faces.

Could these natives be planning to frame him as a pirate and hand him over to the Navy to fill their quota?

The cruise ship had been attacked by pirates, and the pirates had already retreated.

To protect his reputation and avoid being labeled as someone who offered passive resistance to pirates, the captain needed a scapegoat.

He had originally intended to capture the pirate Koby to take the fall.

But Koby looked like Luffy's lackey, and the captain dared not poke the hornet's nest that was Luffy; besides, Koby had already left with him.

So, he set his sights on Moya, whom Luffy had carelessly "left behind."

The captain intended to use Moya, a weakling with an unknown background, as a pirate to seal the passengers' mouths.

Only then would he avoid the negative fallout of failing to resist the pirates!

At the very least, he would have captured one pirate.

This world was just that dark; those without power had no right to resist.

Moya took a few steps back. With his physique, he was no match for the people of this world, especially not several burly sailors!

Moya no longer held any hope for Luffy; they had truly left, and the current, pressing situation was a wake-up call for him.

This was not an anime; this was the real world. A single moment of carelessness could truly mean death.

Moya needed to rely on his own abilities to survive!

Watching the sailors surround him, they reached out to seize him.

Having recognized the reality of his situation, Moya turned and ran toward the other side of the deck. The chance to find Luffy was gone; he had to think of another way.

Unfamiliar with the cruise ship, Moya ran around like a headless chicken and was soon cornered by the sailors.

Bang! A sailor punched Moya in the stomach, his face twisted in a cruel grin.

"Trying to run, are you? Taste the invincible iron fist of yours truly!"

Moya clutched his stomach, hunching over like a shrimp. The intense pain stimulated his central nervous system, and his internal organs felt as if they were burning.

Moya felt his consciousness beginning to blur; he couldn't even withstand a single punch.

The level of martial prowess in this world was truly too high for him.

Another sailor grabbed Moya by the hair, raised his hand, and slapped him twice.

His fading consciousness was jolted back by the stinging pain, and his face immediately began to swell.

Anger surged within Moya—whether it was shame turned to rage, fear turned to fury, or the pride of a civilized man.

He stared fixedly at the sailor with fierce, bloodshot eyes.

It was as if he wanted to bite a chunk of flesh off the sailor before he died.

The sailor was startled by Moya's gaze, but he quickly recovered, becoming even more enraged.

He slammed a heavy fist into Moya's eye, causing the corner of his eye to split open and blood to stream down.

"You dare stare at me? I'll beat you to death!" the sailor roared in anger!

He unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks with all his might.

"Enough, enough! If you keep hitting him, he'll die, and we won't be able to answer to the captain!"

A third sailor grabbed Moya by the heels and dragged him across the deck, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

The scene was like the Shaolin monks beating up the God of Cookery in a Stephen Chow movie—dragged along, blood everywhere, a truly miserable sight.

His eyes were already stained red with blood. The stinging pain stimulated his tear ducts, and his vision blurred with a mixture of blood and tears.

Moya looked at this crimson-tinted world.

It hurt! It hurt so much! It was so hard to breathe; every breath was a struggle against the intense agony!

Feeling the endless despair of this world, a helpless rage burned within him.

Moya was ruthlessly dragged onto the deck and thrown heavily to the ground.

"Captain, this 'pirate' has been caught!"

"Hmm! Well done."

The captain crossed his arms, squinting his eyes as he replied nonchalantly, as if he had caught a stray cat or dog.

Moya looked at the gloomy captain, the stinging pain in his body a constant reminder that his life was no longer his own.

Perhaps he would become the most miserable transmigrator in history, the one with the shortest lifespan.

Moya looked toward the Miss Love Duck, which had just departed.

Perhaps if he had just followed the pirates when they retreated, he might have been able to serve as a chore boy on their ship like Koby, rather than being trapped here in such a helpless state.

Things are hard to predict!

Who could have known that in less than an hour, he would experience transmigrating, being framed by Nami, saved by Luffy, abandoned by Luffy, beaten senseless by sailors, and framed all over again.

Could it be that he was truly destined to become a scapegoat, falling into a prison cell to die in silence?

Looking at the azure sky and feeling the gentle sea breeze, Moya, who had lived in a civilized society for twenty years, felt his entire body racked with excruciating pain.

For the first time, he craved life; he craved to survive.

Mom, Dad, are you doing okay? Your son is about to die, and I want to see you one last time. I'm in so much pain right now, it hurts so much.

Moya's eyes were filled with blood and tears.

He stared at the shattered planks scattered across the deck.

At that moment, Moya smiled, a crazed expression spreading across his face; no one knew what kind of transformation his mindset had undergone!

He cast a sinister glance at the sailors who had let their guard down, likely assuming Moya was too severely injured to put up any resistance.

He looked at the pirate ship in the distance, the pursuing Navy vessels on the other side, and the vast, open sea.

Without a shred of hesitation, ignoring the agony, Moya suddenly lunged, grabbed a wooden plank, vaulted over the railing, and jumped.

A moment later.

"Oh no! The pirate escaped!"

By the time the sailors reacted, it was already impossible to stop him.

Moya plunged into the sea, the salt water stinging his wounds and sending sharp, violent jolts of pain through his body.

But the desire to survive, the madness, and the hatred drove him; as soon as he surfaced, he clung to the wooden plank and began to swim with every ounce of his strength toward the direction of the Miss Love Duck.

"Captain, should we open fire and kill him!" a sailor shouted!

The captain suppressed his rage, glaring gloomily at Moya's back as he struggled to swim, cursing under his breath, "A bunch of useless trash."

"Are you talking nonsense?! Fire! Fire! Kill him for me!"

Gunshots rang out, and bullets splashed into the water all around Moya, danger closing in from every side.

Moya ignored it all, his brain occupied by only one thought: keep chasing.

Fortunately, firearms in the world of One Piece were not highly advanced, and since Moya was swimming in the opposite direction of the cruise ship's path, the distance between them quickly widened.

The cruise ship captain watched Moya drift away, then turned his fury on the sailors, raining punches and kicks upon them to vent his rage.

Luffy was still on his small boat, stuffing his face with meat as if his stomach were a bottomless pit, leaving Coby, who was watching from the side, completely stunned.

At this point, Moya was kicking his legs in a rhythmic motion; he knew how to swim, and the wooden plank was merely to conserve his stamina.

The survival rate for this desperate leap into the sea was not high.

But Moya jumped anyway, because he refused to be tortured to death as a pirate, or to die in a prison cell due to a language barrier.

He wanted to control his own fate; there was at least a sliver of hope out here, even if it was only a tiny fraction!

Looking at the pirate ship still far in the distance, Moya realized more and more that his chances of survival were slim.

The stinging pain from his wounds, the risk of dehydration in the seawater, and the presence of terrifying sea beasts and Sea Kings in this world all loomed over him.

But he could not give up, for he had no way back.

The madness and hatred in his heart were the only things fueling him.

The pirate ship continued to sail, and Moya chased from behind; watching the ship grow smaller and smaller, Moya felt increasingly desperate. Even if a sea beast didn't eat him, he would eventually die from sheer exhaustion.

Finally, perhaps the Goddess of Misfortune had cared for Moya long enough, and that bitch, the Goddess of Luck, began to take notice of him.

On the Miss Love Duck.

"Captain, the errand boy has betrayed us!" a fierce-looking pirate shouted.

Alvida was still fuming over being defeated by Luffy, and before she could even reply, the navigator looked through his monocular and called out: "Captain, there's a kid holding a wooden plank who has been following us for a while."

"Oh? Is that so? Could it be that he is so captivated by my beauty that he insists on following me?"

Alvida said narcissistically, while the underlings looked on in speechlessness.

"In that case, turn the ship around and pick him up. Anyone who knows how to appreciate my beauty deserves to be on my ship! Hahaha!"

Alvida raised her pinky, covered her large mouth, and let out a shrill laugh.

"Yes, Captain!!! Turn the ship around!!" the navigator shouted at the top of his lungs.

Moya, who had already been in despair, saw the pirate ship turning around, and hope reignited within him.

His legs suddenly found renewed strength; even if he were to be humiliated or forced to do chores on the pirate ship, Moya did not want to die. He just wanted to live.

Soon, the pirate ship and Moya met, and the pirates threw down a rope ladder, shouting things Moya could not understand.

Moya guessed they were telling him to climb up. Even though his body was exhausted and pushed to its absolute limit, he had reached the final step. He gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength to climb onto the pirate ship.