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Chapter 640: Human-Shaped Misfortune Machine
Chapter 640: Human-Shaped Misfortune Machine
Flame-lit night, a woman smiling within the flames, and the demonic figures surrounding her.
This was the single unresolved wound in Moer’s heart after all these years.
He had been a loyal knight of Tada Kingdom until he met Lisa.
That year, a nationwide plague ravaged the land. This woman, like a holy maiden, brewed the serum that saved the entire nation. But that same year, Lisa perished there.
From that day onward, Moer lost all faith in Tada Kingdom—and in the world itself.
He gradually became this slovenly, apathetic man until he encountered Saleria, who bestowed upon him the strength of ‘sloth’ and reignited his desire to save the world. Yet when he returned to Tada Kingdom, he found not only the nation gone but even its land reduced to nothingness.
After learning the truth from the old bookkeeper, Moer etched Kuro’s name into his memory.
Inside the office.
Moer recounted his story while a group of officers listened.
Lida sat on the sofa, focused on eating snacks, devouring bag after bag, her attention seemingly divided.
Ai En sat beside her, dutifully tearing open snack packets.
Klah stood behind Kuro, hands clasped, glasses gleaming with an unreadable expression.
Kas and Wilbur flanked the entrance like guardian deities, backs rigidly straight.
Donald leaned against the wall, idly polishing his cross spear.
Binz meditated in a corner.
Sazil glanced around, inspecting the office decor.
Ju Geng browsed a recipe book, while Fen Ni’s gaze held quiet complexity.
Kuro rested his chin on his hand, striking a ‘Commander’ pose as he scrutinized Moer.
The man’s curly hair cascaded to his shoulders, his sharp features softened by an air of laziness. His loose, disheveled clothes gave him the look of a wandering vagabond.
Whether Moer joined the Navy mattered little to Kuro.
His subordinates already included those of dubious backgrounds—Klah, the former pirate captain; Sazil, the ex-pirate trainee; Donald, the wanderer from Flower Country whose résumé blended ‘bodyguard,’ ‘swordsman,’ ‘bandit,’ and ‘thug’; and even himself, a failed world-saver.
“What do you all think?” Kuro asked.
“Whatever,” Lida mumbled through snacks.
The others’ expressions echoed her indifference.
Only Kas and Wilbur pondered seriously. “We welcome anyone who upholds Justice,” Kas declared. “Moer, let us fight together for the Justice Cause!”
“Ah, Commander Kas,” Moer chuckled, “I just need a job.”
Klah adjusted his glasses. “A job? You don’t have to join the Navy. With your skills, any path would suit.”
As Kuro’s strategist, he had to assess risks. Since Kuro rarely delegated decisions, this was a rare chance to shine.
“It’s not that simple,” Moer interjected, lowering his head sheepishly. “I’ve always been… short-lived in roles. Once, I guarded a merchant ship—then it caught fire, cargo lost. Another time, I protected a wealthy family, but thieves stole their incriminating evidence, bankrupting them. I became a Pirate Hunter, yet never caught a single pirate. So many pirates in Grand Line, too!”
He paused, then shrugged. “Then I met the holy maiden. She convinced me to join. I just want another job. The Navy’s huge—surely I’ll last longer here?”
Sazil’s lips twitched. Last longer? You’re a walking curse.
“I object,” Wilbur said. “Kuro, his record suggests chaos. Demotion risks, disasters—”
“Me? Cause demotion?” Moer blinked. “That’s great news!”
Kuro’s eyes gleamed. He slammed his hand on the desk. “Join the Navy. We aid the desperate. You’ll be G-3’s messenger. Rank from the bottom, but the title’s yours.”
If he’s half as unlucky as claimed, maybe he’ll bring me luck?
“Hah! I’ve got work!” Moer beamed. “Salary’s negotiable, but pay on time. Uncle Moer may be a volunteer, but I’ve got standards.”
“The Navy never shortchanges wages. Dismissed.” Kuro waved them out.
The Navy’s reputation for timely pay was ironclad—World Government funds were bottomless.
As the office emptied, Moer approached Sazil.
“Hey, bro,” he grinned. “Sorry about our fight. No hard feelings, right?”
Sazil scoffed. “Stay away. Your misfortune’s contagious.”
“Me? Unlucky?” Moer laughed. “The fire? I just got hungry at night, lit the stove, and—flame had its own ambitions. Burned the soup, the ship, everything!”
You started the fire?! Sazil’s eye twitched.
“And the robbery?” Moer sighed. “I was sleeping! Who knew thieves’d strike? These days, no one works honestly.”
You’re the guard—your job’s to stop thieves! Sazil’s temple throbbed.
“Even as a Bounty Hunter,” Moer mused, “I never found a pirate. Just met friendly folks inviting me to drink, promising to show me the One Piece.”
He recalled a ship with a skull flag, its crew of ferocious men toasting with him.
“Their sails had a white face—idol maybe? Looked like a skull. Probably malnourished.”
“That’s a pirate flag!” Sazil snapped.
“Pirates? Nah, they were hospitable!” Moer protested. “Fed me, gave me drinks—”
You’ve got to be kidding me! Sazil’s vein pulsed. Is he mocking me or just blind?
(End of Chapter)
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