Everyone in front of the big screen froze.
They listened to Randall's calm account, their fingers trembling harder with every word.
Their hands and feet went cold.
They stared in disbelief at the ordinary-looking man kneeling on the ground.
He was actually a devil wearing human skin.
How many families had been destroyed because of his captain?
How many places had been plunged into war because of his captain?
And he was an accomplice—the greatest accomplice of all!
In an instant, public outrage erupted.
"Devil! Kill that devil!"
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"Heavens, this is terrifying!
Why do things like pirates even exist in this world?"
Among the crowd, some wept quietly, while others suddenly burst into loud sobs.
They were all people who had suffered at the hands of pirates.
Tears streamed down their faces, and they gritted their teeth in hatred.
The people around them, swept up in their emotions, began looking at Rayleigh on the big screen differently.
Even among ordinary people, there were always a few who were not quite right.
Lured by tales of loyalty among pirates, they wanted nothing more than to set sail and become pirates themselves.
Most of them were teenage boys and girls.
But now, the pirates they were hearing about were nothing like the ones they had imagined.
They stood rooted to the spot, lost and bewildered, like young animals that had strayed from home.
Randall's words had undoubtedly shattered their dreams of becoming pirates.
Yet some pirates, after hearing about the Pirate King's exploits,
began entertaining ideas of their own.
The Pirate King was an idol to most pirates.
And one time-honored way of worshipping an idol was to retrace his footsteps.
They might never reach Laugh Tale, but they could kill as many people as the Pirate King