Arrival at Tinos, the Sickly Little Girl

"System, draw!"

The next day, Aeneas specifically tested how proactive the system was. Until six that evening, the system did not make a single sound.

Aeneas was truly speechless. If he accidentally forgot the daily draw, the system would simply ignore it, and he could not make it up the next day.

What a scam!

Aeneas stared intently at his "emerging" fame rank, hoping that today's draw would land him a Silver reward as well.

"Congratulations, Host. You have drawn a Bronze reward: an item, a map of Fantom Island."

"..."

Aeneas looked at the map in his hand, covered in symbols he could not understand. He was utterly at a loss for words!

"Where the hell is Fantom Island? What do I need a map of that damn place for?" Aeneas rolled his eyes wildly. The sight of the map made him want to tear it into pieces, but reason told him that would be completely pointless.

Fortunately, it was only a map. Aeneas put it away and left it at the bottom of his storage.

"Sure enough, a ten percent chance of drawing a Silver reward is still pretty low. Hoo..." Aeneas kept patting his chest, comforting himself that this was normal. Once he had more draws, he would definitely get Silver rewards eventually.

Judging by the Essence Breathing Technique, a Silver reward should be very helpful to Aeneas at his current stage.

So Aeneas eagerly anticipated drawing a Silver reward, but there was nothing he could do if he failed to get one.

Today was another dull day of training. Aeneas looked out over the endless sea, swinging his sword again and again, sweat flying with every strike!

Obi-Wan also corrected Aeneas's mistakes from the side. When they got hungry, he even made lavish meals—and his cooking was not bad at all, easily comparable to the food Aeneas had eaten at high-end restaurants in his previous life.

Aeneas had originally thought that the task of swinging his sword ten thousand times each day would not be too demanding. In reality, however, Obi-Wan's standards for every swing were extremely high. Every movement and every bit of momentum had to be perfect.

As a result, even a single sword swing took three to five seconds. By now, he had only completed a little over six thousand swings.

Part of the reason was that Aeneas still kept a terrible habit: he did not get up until nine in the morning, then slowly began his training. Although he could immediately recover his stamina with the Essence Breathing Technique after becoming exhausted, Obi-Wan strongly disapproved of this lazy habit.

Obi-Wan had already decided that he would force Aeneas to get up at six tomorrow.

"A man of the sea must rise before the sun over the sea!" Obi-Wan said solemnly to Aeneas. "It's only six. The sun has already risen above the horizon, so you're already late enough!" Obi-Wan's words made Aeneas's heart sink.

"Waaah, my sleeping in!" Although Aeneas found getting up early difficult, the moment he remembered that he was in the world of pirates, a surge of determination filled him. He wanted to grow stronger as quickly as possible.

If that was the case, then sleeping in was absolutely unacceptable.

Little did he know, Zoro of the Straw Hat crew was a training fanatic. He even had his own training room, where he swung around weights weighing several tons.

"That's why Zoro is the undisputed vice-captain, at least in terms of strength!" Aeneas deeply admired Zoro. "Since we're both swordsmen, I absolutely can't lose to him."

Aeneas had envisioned a rival for himself.

"Zoro should still be in Shimotsuki Village in the East Blue with Gu Yuena, right?" Aeneas stood on the deck and casually looked into the distance. "If he can do it, why can't I?"

During mealtime, Aeneas took a moment to draw a reward, only to get a map of some island he did not even know the location of.

How boring!

Then Aeneas had to continue training that night to finish the task he had not completed during the day.

"Hiss..." Although Aeneas could use the Essence Breathing Technique to restore his stamina, the soreness in his body was very real. It had lasted the entire day, and the repeated sword swings had long since become unbearably dull, but he had to persist.

"If I can't even finish one day's training, what right do I have to talk about getting stronger? I'd be too embarrassed to call myself a transmigrator when I go out!" Aeneas gritted his teeth and resumed training.

"An extra two thousand swings tonight, as punishment for my laziness!" Aeneas continued practicing the three most basic movements. He could now grasp the essentials and understood what the proper feeling was like, but he still needed more practice.

"Come on!" Aeneas cheered himself on.

The training continued until after sunset. With a lamp lit, he finally finished the day's training.

"Eleven thousand nine hundred ninety-eight!"

"Eleven thousand nine hundred ninety-nine!"

"Twelve thousand!"

The final slash fell, and the wind from his blade rustled through the air.

Thud! Aeneas collapsed straight to the ground and fell asleep.

Obi-Wan watched Aeneas from the side and saw that he had voluntarily added two thousand more swings. He did not stop him. He wanted to witness Aeneas's resolve.

Originally, Obi-Wan had intended to let Aeneas rest a little longer. Though he had said six o'clock, he still could not bear to be too harsh on such a young child.

Yet strangely enough, Aeneas woke up right at six in the morning.

Aeneas had actually started his morning training on his own?

It turned out that Aeneas had already come to an agreement with the system the night before: it would wake him up at six.

A grand lottery system was being used by Aeneas as an alarm clock?

That truly made it an oddity among systems!

With the Essence Breathing Technique, Aeneas could quickly sweep away the fatigue in his body. So the next day, he did not feel much pain. Instead, he felt full and swollen with energy.

His progress was almost changing by the day.

Aeneas's momentum on the second day was even stronger than on the first. He actually completed his ten thousand sword swings six hours earlier, finishing in the afternoon.

However, Aeneas did not add extra training today, because an island had appeared not far away on the sea!

After three days of traveling at sea, they had finally arrived at the "Port of Chaos"—Tinos!

According to Obi-Wan, they would be settling in Tinos for quite a long time. Therefore, Aeneas had to prepare himself. What awaited him next was true training life.

Obi-Wan did not choose to dock at the harbor—the streets there were full of outlaws, and whenever a ship docked, they would immediately surround the poor souls aboard.

They sailed around the flank, passing a long stretch of relatively steep coast. Then, a white beach came into view, with lush greenery behind it.

And on that beach stood a figure waving at them—or rather, waving at Obi-Wan at the bow.

They drew closer and closer, and Aeneas finally saw clearly—it was a girl, a little girl about his age. However, her face was deathly pale, and her body was thin and frail, as though she suffered from severe malnutrition.

In short, she was a sickly little girl!

"Is this the girl Uncle Obi-Wan mentioned, the one called Rami?"