Chapter 143: Pirates (Part 2)
The screams continued to echo throughout the ship, mingling with the sound of clashing metal.
The pirates who had managed to break through the defenses began killing indiscriminately, looting everything they considered valuable. Some even began raping the women, regardless of whether they were alive or dead.
Despite everything that was happening, Michel and Kael didn’t move an inch in their beds; they even seemed to enjoy the chaos that had been created.
At that moment, the door to their room opened, and a pirate entered, looking at them with lustful eyes; he did not attempt to hide his desire for Kael and Michel.
"HAHAHAHAHA~! What a surprise! Two frightened lambs are waiting for this wolf to enjoy their bodies. The pirate laughed loudly, closing the door behind him. He intended to have fun with both of their bodies.
So what if they were men? That kind of prejudice had long since disappeared from his mind, but the pirate preferred to rape men because he felt that doing so gave him something he didn’t even know himself.
But what he didn’t know was that he had entered the cave where two tigers... or demons were resting peacefully.
Michel frowned at the pirate’s gaze; never in his life had he felt so disgusted. The feeling he had was horrible, and he couldn’t take it anymore.
"Damn pirate, how dare you covet my body when you are so repulsive?" His voice was so cold that if hell existed, it would freeze.
On the other hand, Kael simply closed his eyes again. He had no interest in that. Pirates? If Michel decided to kill them all, he would do nothing unless they attacked him first.
And he simply said:
"The world is full of men who cannot control their instincts. How vulgar."
"Hahaha~! I like it when they resist, it makes raping them even more enjoyable." The pirate had a completely perverted expression on his face, steam coming out of his mouth, and he looked at Michel as if he wanted to devour him with his eyes.
Michel’s expression turned extremely cold, and as he opened and closed his eyes, he disappeared, leaving only his residual image behind.
"!!" The pirate’s eyes widened, and before he could react, he was grabbed tightly by the neck, meeting Michel’s cold gaze.
"You really thought you could rape me, with that pathetic strength?" Michel spoke with a look of disgust on his face, and from then on, he felt as if he were touching shit.
He began to squeeze the pirate’s neck, adding more and more force. The pirate began to struggle as he felt the lack of oxygen. He wanted to free himself, but he couldn’t; it was as if he were a mountain.
"Please... forgive me... life will not return, it will appear before you." The pirate begged for his life in a last desperate attempt to survive.
However, Michel’s response was to squeeze his neck even harder until...
Crack!
A sharp crack echoed throughout the room, followed by the dripping of urine from the pirate whose neck looked like that of a chicken slaughtered for food.
Michel threw the body to the floor in disgust and, as if it were trash, turned to look at Kael and said in an indifferent voice.
"Lend me your sword, I’m going to kill all those bastards."
Kael opened one eye with a small smile.
"Oh, how noble of you to save the passengers on this ship." He threw the coin sword at him and closed his eyes again, completely ignoring Michel’s existence.
"..." Michel simply grabbed the sword of coins without saying a word. He wasn’t in the mood for jokes right now. He felt so disgusted that he needed to let off some steam. He left the room, closing the door behind him.
Once the strong smell of blood hit him, it flooded his senses. The hallway was littered with corpses and pools of blood, all from passengers who didn’t have the strength to defend themselves against the pirates.
Michel began walking down the hallway, and as he advanced, all he saw was death, until he heard heart-wrenching screams mixed with moans and saw an open door.
He observed the corpse of a man bleeding out on the floor and, next to him, a pirate brutally raping the woman who appeared to be the dead man’s partner.
"Come on, bitch! Keep screaming!" The pirate was in a state of ecstasy as he listened to the woman’s screams, which to him were like the most beautiful melody.
Until he felt his vision slowly begin to blur, and he lost the connection he had with his body, and his thoughts slowed down.
"Huh?" That was the last thing he could utter before his world went dark, and his head rolled disgustingly across the floor, leaving a trail of blood.
Michel brandished the coin sword as blood splattered on the floor and wall.
The woman who was being raped was in shock; it all happened so fast that she didn’t realize she was being bathed in the blood of the pirate who still had his member thrust into her private parts.
With a shudder, she gathered up and moved away that filthy body. Her hands trembled as she pushed the dead weight, and between sobs, she looked up at Michel. Uncontrollable tears streamed down her cheeks as, in a broken voice, she begged him:
"Kil...Kill me... My son and my husband were raped and murdered in front of me... I have no reason to go on living..."
Her words were like a blade that cut through the air. There was no resentment, only the absolute despair of someone whose life had been ripped away from her. Faced with this plea, Michel remained silent.
He was not a hero from empty stories that speak of hope, nor was he a savior capable of healing wounds with pretty words. The truth was more cruel: before him was not a woman, but an empty shell, a broken life with nothing to hold on to.
For a moment, he watched her. Her tangled hair, her face covered in tears and dirt, and, above all, the total absence of light in her eyes. There was no will, no desire, not even anger. Just an infinite void.
Michel didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Silently, he became the grim reaper she had begged for. With a clean, swift movement, his sword descended.
The woman did not look away. Even on the brink of death, she flashed a broken, almost unreal smile, as if liberation had finally arrived. For a second, she thought her request would not be granted, until she felt her strength fading, the world slipping from her grasp. Her body collapsed, and her head, growing heavier and heavier, fell toward the ground.
At that moment, she understood. And with her last trace of consciousness, her lips trembled in a barely audible whisper:
"Thank you... kind young man..."
Her world went dark as her head rolled across the floor. A calm smile remained etched on her face, the only peace that fate had allowed her.
Michel looked at the smile with which the woman died, and simply turned away, continuing on his way.
...
After leaving the corridors, Michel came across an interesting sight. The fight was still going on, but the pirates were gaining the upper hand, as they were far more numerous and therefore had the numerical advantage.
The cries of the dying mingled with the heart-rending cries of the survivors, creating a symphony of pain that pierced the soul.
The air, thick and stifling, was permeated by the metallic stench of blood, a tangible reminder that life could be extinguished with absurd ease.
The ground was covered with corpses. Children, women, elderly people... death had made no distinctions. Each face bore the mark of its last moment: eyes wide open, mouths open in a silent scream, expressions contorted by indescribable suffering. As if, before departing, they had all looked directly into hell.
Michel looked at everything, his expression unchanged, his body covered in blood from all the pirates he had killed, and also acting as the grim reaper for the survivors who no longer wanted to live in this world.
With a calm gesture, he circulated his mana essence toward his dantian, converting this energy into aura. His body was covered by the black aura that took the form of a dragon circling the coin sword.
This caught the attention of everyone present as they sensed the oppressive aura of someone of rank 7.
"I didn’t know there was a rank 7 master on this ship..." one muttered, his voice breaking.
"Shit, now we’re screwed."
"What do we do now? No matter how many of us there are, it’ll be difficult to kill him..."
The words came out broken, laden with despair. The pirates began to panic, for they knew well what it meant to face someone of rank 7.
The men swallowed hard, feeling their lives slip away with every second under that pressure. Some gripped their weapons tightly, others backed away without even noticing.
The instinct of beasts dominated them: absolute fear in the face of a natural predator.
Then, a lazy voice broke the tension.
"Why are you all staring at me, you pigs? I’m very sleepy, and you’re not letting me sleep."
Michel raised his sword reluctantly. His movements were slow, but something was terrifying about that slowness: utter contempt.
The coin sword glinted in the sunlight, and in that instant, all the pirates felt that their lives were hanging by a thread.