On an unnamed island somewhere in Las Vegat.
The pirate crew led by Clyde Phoenix was plundering the little island they had stumbled upon.
Among the countless pirate crews, this group had originally amounted to little more than a handful of nobodies. Any pirate with a little strength would have dismissed them.
But after changing captains, under Clyde Phoenix's leadership, both their strength and their numbers had multiplied several times over in a remarkably short period.
All of this was thanks to Clyde's decision to put to sea without hesitation during the maritime ban. With the prices of all kinds of supplies rising severalfold during the ban, his fleet had made a fortune.
Inside a luxurious tent, where Captain Clyde rested.
He looked at the array of items laid out before him, a faint smile touching his lips as he murmured, "I've almost gathered everything for the Sequence 8 Potion."
Compared with six months ago, Clyde carried more of the air of a leader. He was no longer impulsive and had become much better at thinking things through.
In Las Vegat, a nation surrounded by the sea, territorial control was not particularly strict. Many islands were effectively independent.
As long as they did not openly rebel against the Empire's rule, they could do whatever they pleased within their own domains. This had spawned countless pirates who controlled islands, living as ordinary citizens ashore and becoming pirates aboard their ships, plundering wealth wherever they went.
If Clyde wanted territory of his own, he needed to prove his strength.
Advancing his Sequence was an unavoidable hurdle.
Suddenly, a hazy gray mist appeared before Clyde's eyes.
Something stirred in his mind. He stepped outside the tent and instructed his men that he needed to rest. Whatever happened, no one was to disturb him