Is Xia Luo a Useless Rich Kid?

The next morning.

The early winter chill had yet to fade, and a thin mist shrouded the sea.

The golden morning sun spilled down from the horizon, bringing no warmth—only making the cold feel sharper.

Xia Luo appeared at the dockyard pier with Poop-Throwing Gorilla and Zol Cruz.

Under the watchful eyes of Momonga, Cangya, and the others, Xia Luo boarded the warship he had named the Black Dragon Radiant Sea.

Then, the hundred Marines assigned to Xia Luo by Headquarters boarded one after another.

They were an elite group of Marines, but the highest-ranking among them was only a Navy captain. In terms of strength, even he was inferior to Poop-Throwing Gorilla.

It was impossible to expect them to capture pirates. At most, they could handle some small fry and wave flags for Xia Luo aboard the ship.

Deadweight? Not entirely. Without them, Xia Luo alone could not operate a warship.

Besides, someone had to handle the cleaning, laundry, and cooking. With them around, Xia Luo would at least not have to bother with such trivial matters. Whenever there were no pirates around, he could lie leisurely on the deck, enjoy the sea breeze, and bask in the sun.

From admirals to officers of captain rank and below, all of them had a group of "deadweight" under their command. They were practically useless in battle, yet indispensable in daily life.

As a result, ordinary Marines always suffered high casualty rates—unless they encountered a good superior who valued the lives of his subordinates.

As everyone knew, some commanders would stop at nothing to complete their missions. At times, they would even use their subordinates' lives as bait and send them to their deaths.

As long as the mission was completed in the end, they might not receive any punishment at