A banquet was held in a carriage full of corpses.

Heck originally thought this was just a joke that Vito mentioned casually.

But he never expected that this scene would happen to him after that, and he was also a participant in this absurd scene.

The dim light barely confined the night outside the window, and the ground was filled with blood and brains, which made people disgusting.

And these guys who claim to be bandits were drinking and eating meat in big mouthfuls by the sizzling barbecue stove, and they were cheerful and active in their conversations without any influence.

Heck sat tremblingly on the seat he gave him, dipping his butt a small half.

He knew that even if he became a so-called partner, he was an outsider after all, so he didn't rush to seek integration into this group. After calming down, he just kept pouring wine into his mouth with his head in his mouth.

How interesting the life experience is, the ups and downs are often in a moment.

Sitting on the familiar leather seat and drinking the wine he brought from Marinfando, Heck recalled the spirit of his energy when he took his companion to his post a few hours ago, and then smelled the vague smell of blood floating in the carriage at this moment, and for a moment he was a little dazed.

He did not dare to show any thoughts, and soon came to his senses and lowered his head and poured wine to hide his emotions.

At this moment, he noticed that Vito, who was sitting opposite him, didn't move his knife or fork, just smoked a cigarette silently and stared at the darkness outside the window.

What is this man thinking now?

...

Vito naturally noticed Heck's gaze.

He did not look back, but still stared at the sea shrouded in the dark night.

The heavy rain had stopped, the tides were surging, and the sound of waves was constantly passing through the glass windows and coming into my ears.

Just like the scene I dreamed in the mountains.

"Sixteen years."

Vito rubbed the old and old lighter in his hand. After a long silence, he muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, "I finally took this step..."

sixteen.

Only Vito himself knows the meaning of this number in this world.

He is twenty-six years old this year, but in fact he has only been in this world for only sixteen years. In the past ten years of his life, the original owner of this body, a sick and thin little boy.

That was the real Corleon Vito, and before his soul came here and took over this body, he was a man named Li Ang from the earth.

It was a world where social order was completely collapsed after the catastrophe. Countless mutant monsters were rampant on the ground and escaped the first wave of disasters by chance. The remaining humans could only hide in many refuge cities scattered underground and survive in a harsh environment.

When the disaster occurred, Li Ang was still in his infancy. His parents died at the hands of monsters. He grew up in an orphanage since childhood. Later, he was attracted by a large organization that controlled the new order. He made military achievements in hunting monsters many times and gradually became the most powerful warrior in the dungeon where he was located.

Logically speaking, under this new order that relies heavily on personal force, he is fully qualified to compete for control of the dungeon. As for the purpose of turning the guest, it is not difficult to take over the organization that trains him under his command.

However.

Li Ang is indifferent by nature and focuses all day long to practice martial arts. He even doesn't care if he has become a pawn for big men to fight for power.

In his opinion, if you have the time to form a clique for personal gain, it is better to go out to carry out missions and hunt more monsters that are rampant on the surface to comfort the parents' undead spirits in heaven.

Unfortunately, the tree wanted to be quiet but the wind continued. Li Ang, who had not expressed his opinion on taking sides for a long time, in the end, attracted the fear of all the people in power.

It happened that the underground base was attacked by a large number of monsters. In danger, Li Ang volunteered to cut off the rear. The powerful figures in power promised to leave transportation to support reinforcements. However, when Li Ang finally completed the task of cutting off the rear and arrived at the agreed location, he was desperate to find that he had been completely abandoned in the lonely city.

That day, Li Ang, who fought hard, died under the siege of monsters like a tide.

When he opened his eyes and woke up, he had become a ten-year-old boy, reborn as Corleon Vito.

Everything around him was so strange. Li Ang never thought that his life would end in such a ironic way, and so absurdly brought him into a comic world that he once regarded as virtual.

Yes, comics world.

The days of the Doomsday Orphanage were boring and difficult. When he was young, he also spent his time with several comic books left before the disaster. So after understanding his situation, he quickly matched the world he lived in with one of the comics called "One Piece".

This is a very unfortunate thing, because those comics were read too long ago, and Li Ang has long remembered the details clearly.

Moreover, since the comic was not yet completed when the catastrophe broke out, the author of the island country died at the mouth of a monster, and the ending of the whole story became an eternal unsolved mystery.

In other words, the vague memory in his mind only let him know what kind of world he came to. The advantage of foresight does not exist for Vito at all.

Fortunately, the goddess of luck made up for him somewhere else.

Li Ang, who had never experienced family affection in his previous life, had a father who had a child in his later years. Although this father had no prospects and had spent his whole life staying in the mountains and forests, becoming a bandit leader with no future, he loved and cared for Vito, his only son.

Excessive doting made Vito's predecessor arrogance and naughty. He couldn't hold it in the top of the mountain and secretly went down the mountain to play alone without his father. As a result, he accidentally drowned and eventually died on the edge of the river beach. Li Ang, who was pierced by his soul, picked up a bargain.

"Oh……"

Recalling the anxious father's look of howling and crying happily when he just dragged his wet body back to the village, Vito shook his head with a laugh, looking at the night outside the window, a look of nostalgia appeared.

When he first came to this world, he never expected that he could get the warmth of his father and son he had dreamed of in his previous life, and enjoy it for more than ten years.

Even the experience before his death in his previous life completely changed his personality, resulting in his extremely eagerness for power, delaying his original plan to go to sea. It was not until he accompanied the old man to die on the bed for a long time and finally walked out of the deep mountain.

"Old Ron..."

He withdrew his gaze from outside the window and stared at the familiar lighter in his spread palm. This was the last thing the old man gave him before he died.

"You said you, it was obviously more than ten years ago, and I wish I would stay in the mountains and not go out all my life. Why did I hand this thing in my hands when I was about to die?"

The orange lights reflected on his handsome face, and between the shadows, half of his face exposed in the light could not see any expression.

"As it true that I didn't hide it from your eyes? I know that I have unified the entire eastern bandit forces during the years you fell ill in bed, and were wanted by the world government to offer a reward. I can't hide in the mountains all the time, right?"

"As a result, I was still stubborn, saying that the family in the mountains should not be lost. If I really can't make it, I will take your lighter and go to the Navy headquarters to join an old friend of yours."

"You guy, it's really not as simple as a bandit leader. What should I hide from before? I went into the deep mountains and forests. Don't you want me to touch the outside world?"

"What a joke."

Vito took a last look at the lighter, took it back into his pocket in his arms, and looked through the night, looking faintly at the distant skyline, "It's never something I can do if I go to someone."

In comparison, it is better to achieve your small goal first and become a marshal first.

Then check it out and see what happened back then, so that you, a stubborn old man, will never take a step into the Red Clay Continent until you die.
Chapter completed!