Shamrock Arrives

Yet suddenly, his figure vanished from where he stood. Like a streak of light, he crossed the pirate ship's deck in an instant and silently appeared in the area where several pirate leaders were gathered.

His movements were light and soundless, leaving no trace at all, not even stirring the slightest ripple.

At that moment, some of the pirates aboard suddenly became alert. They felt an invisible pressure envelop the entire ship.

Everyone's expressions grew increasingly tense. For some reason, a sense of unease quietly gathered like dark clouds.

"Stay alert!"

One of the pirates shouted, his eyes fixed firmly on the figure that had suddenly appeared before him.

The pirates drew their weapons one after another, nervously fixing their gazes on the mysterious man.

Yet the wariness and fear in their eyes seemed utterly futile, because the man before them merely smiled faintly, the corner of his mouth carrying a hint of mockery.

"You overestimate yourselves."

His lips moved slightly as he let out a soft laugh. His voice was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable pressure.

"If I wanted to make a move, every one of you would already be dead."

He said it casually, but the composure and coldness in his tone sent a chill down the pirates' spines. It was as though some fatal power lay hidden beneath that relaxed voice.

The surrounding pirates exchanged looks, almost unable to believe their ears.

This stranger who had appeared out of nowhere was so confident, not even trying to conceal that frightening aura.

He casually waved a hand, his movements graceful and unhurried.

"I have no intention of fighting."

His gaze was as cold as ice and snow, yet his tone remained even.

"I came to help you."

He smiled faintly, his tone laced with disdain, as though