Chapter 5 Actually, Buster's guess was quite right...
Buster was right; he was indeed awake the whole time.
It didn't just start from when he kidnapped them and put them on his pirate ship.
Having been imprisoned for so long, and having lost his sight, he had also lost his sense of time. He counted his heartbeats, knowing only that a very, very long time had passed.
His captors didn't care whether he got rest or not, and he himself couldn't truly close his eyes or relax for even a moment.
This form of mental torture severely depleted his divine power. What was terrifying was that he gradually became accustomed to this torment, which gave him the ability to briefly recover some of his mental strength simply by staying quietly in one place.
But the soft bed was so alluring that even the son of the gods, who had never experienced such treatment, was swayed.
The blonde beauty lay peacefully on the pristine white sheets, her freshly dried hair slightly disheveled. A fluffy pillow half-huddled her head, the soft rustling of her hair against the pillow. The bedding seemed rather thick, with a slightly soft weight that unexpectedly made the son of the gods feel at ease.
He unconsciously curled up, burying half his face in the blanket, his mind unusually relaxed.
He still couldn't fall asleep; his numb nerves, imprisoned to the point of despair, hadn't fully accepted the fact that he had temporarily gained his freedom. Besides, he couldn't be sure if he had jumped from one fire pit into another.
It may not be better than before, but it is also highly unlikely to be worse than before.
With his mind somewhat muddled, the Son of God knew he should stop thinking.
He then let out a barely audible sigh, temporarily letting his consciousness drift into nothingness.
Because of his impaired vision, the son of the gods cannot distinguish between day and night with the naked eye. However, having lost his sight, his other senses have become more acute; he can roughly judge the time by the humidity, temperature changes, and smells in the air.
The changes inside the room were strikingly different from those in the dark and damp underground prison.
Behind that closed door, the sound of footsteps echoed one after another. After a brief hesitation, the Son of God slowly rose and walked towards the door.
Just as the door opened, Madonna was about to knock.
Madonna gasped softly, feeling her morning grumpiness vanish with the holy beauty of the Son of God, which had been making her feel irritable just a moment ago.
"Wow..." There wasn't just Madonna standing outside the door. Judging from the scent that clashed with the others, there were at least three women standing in front of him. The one who spoke was one of them, excluding Madonna.
The Child of God could vaguely make out the outline of the other person's tall figure and twin ponytails. Combined with her lively voice, he could roughly sense that the other person was a very energetic girl.
"Did the chief kidnap a beautiful lady? Or are all gods this good-looking?"
“The mythology should be reversed.” The other one was shorter but had a strong presence; in the canvas of the son of the god, she was depicted with short hair.
The short-haired girl shook her finger and explained, "Gods always start with 'Don't be afraid, child.' If they were really good-looking, why would they say that? On the contrary, demons can easily bewitch people. Logically speaking, demons are more in line with human aesthetics."
The girl with pigtails nodded.
Her voice suddenly drew very close, and she leaned forward to get closer to the son of the god, saying with a soft laugh, "Then you must be a demon, a demon who slaughtered an entire city."
The son of the gods stood like a statue, motionless and offering no further response.
Madonna pulled the girl with pigtails away and said reproachfully, "Alright!"
“They are also partners in the military bandit gang. This one is called Celine, and this one is called Victoria.” Celine, with her short hair, and Victoria, with her pigtails, responded when introducing themselves, allowing the Son of God to easily identify them.
"They had to disembark temporarily for another mission, and only reunited with you today when the ship docked. They heard that the leader successfully rescued the Son of God, so they came to see you. It just so happens that we can disembark together to go for a stroll and buy you some clothes while we're at it."
Victoria let out two crisp, mischievous laughs and suggested, "I have some clothes there, I can get them for you to change into. It's not good to go out in your pajamas."
Madonna rolled her eyes at her: "He's a man, it's not appropriate for him to wear your fancy princess dresses, don't get any funny ideas."
She immediately changed her tone, her gaze sweeping over the Son of God, and said, "Go find a cloak. You're too conspicuous. If you go out like this, you'll run into trouble after only a few steps. You also need to buy shoes. You can wear mine for now. Our shoe sizes are probably similar."
The Son of God had no objection.
So he appeared wearing a cloak, a metal mask that covered his face, and a pair of soft-soled, heeled women's leather shoes.
Declining the three girls' offer to help him, the well-covered son of the god walked out of the cabin with them.
A sharp wind suddenly swept over my face.
The wind whispers, carrying a faint salty, fishy smell, cool and refreshing.
People were coming and going at the dock, seemingly carrying goods. On the black cloth that the Son of God was using to visualize, many people were hunched over carrying something.
Madonna remained kind-hearted, and before disembarking, she gave the Son of God a brief introduction to the situation.
"This place belongs to the Gray Triangle Zone and is not under the jurisdiction of any country, but an ancient rule curse lies dormant here. No force can disrupt the peace of this place, or they will all die a violent death. For the past few hundred years, this rule curse has existed, just rightly protecting the peace of this dock."
This rule has both advantages and disadvantages.
As Madonna said, the Rule Charm can protect the people of the docks, as well as those who land there, regardless of their good or evil. Thus, if a criminal hides in the peninsula docks, he can receive the protection of the Rule Charm and escape punishment.
In fact, the island's residents all knew this, but as long as it didn't affect their interests, they wouldn't care whether the person next to them was a murderer or not.
Victoria added, "To avoid big trouble, the chief will also use energy stones to disguise our pirate ships as ordinary cruise ships. By the way, do you have a human name? I mean, I can't keep calling you 'Son of God.' Although it's not impossible..."
"Reinhardt."
The son of the gods suddenly spoke.
The sound, now fully restored, flows like a clear spring, gently cascading down the mountainside as snow melts.
He said in a gentle tone, "My name is Reinhardt."
The three women were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other in bewilderment.
It seemed that only at this moment did they realize that the so-called Son of God was not some legendary, high-ranking being.
He was a person, someone with outstanding looks, yet no different from them.
It is impossible for an ordinary human to survive for so many years without food or water.
“Reinhardt?” Madonna laughed. “It’s a nice name, much better than some tongue-twisting ‘son of the gods.’ We’ll call you that from now on.”
Having a name made the "son of the gods" feel much closer to them. The three beautiful women then escorted a handsome, fully armed man into a clothing store.
Victoria took out a long dress first: "This one, he has fair skin, and pink looks very good on him."
Madonna shook her head: "Black! Paired with this blonde hair, it looks like royalty."
“I think white is nice too, like an angel from mythology.” Celine also picked out a two-piece outfit.
The three held their own opinions and kept gesturing with the clothes on the Son of God, ignoring the fact that the Son of God was blind.
He doesn't even care about the style, let alone the color.
He wasn't the one paying for it; as long as it was wearable, he didn't care about anything else.
However, there was one accessory for which the three of them surprisingly agreed.
So the heavy metal mask used to cover his face was removed, and a white veil was placed over the eyes of the Son of God.
The three of them couldn't convince each other about the style and color of the clothes, so they decided to buy them all and then ask the leader for reimbursement. Of course, the things they wanted reimbursed for didn't stop there. The lively trio dragged the son of the god around for a whole morning before finally stopping under the deafening urging of their inner demons.
"Let's go eat, we can shop around this afternoon."
Someone called out to them from behind.
“Hey!” It sounded like a man, and Reinhardt could sense his thinness. He walked up to Victoria and greeted her naturally, as if they were old acquaintances. “Have you seen Mark? I saw your ship, but I haven’t seen him at all.”
Celine explained, "He got off the ship as soon as it docked. Didn't he come looking for you?"
“I wasn’t home this morning.” The man sounded quite annoyed. “Never mind, I’ll go back home and look for it again.”
“That’s Mark’s lover. Mark always goes to see her first whenever he comes here. Mark is one of our members,” Madonna explained. “There are thirty-two people on this ship, and with you, we’re thirty-three now.”
Reinhardt nodded, indicating that he understood.
It was just a minor incident, and nobody took it to heart.
After a quick lunch, the three of them decided to go to a place that could provide pleasure for women, so they first sent the Son of God, who had changed into a new outfit, back to the ship.
The Son of God, who hadn't engaged in such strenuous exercise in a long time, was also exhausted and needed to replenish his energy. He rested from dawn till dusk until he heard someone shouting in the distance. Only then did he slowly get out of bed, preparing to go out and see what had happened.
Perhaps someone needs help.
The leader, Mr. Storm, seemed to live on the same floor as him. Just as the Son of God slowly opened his door and came out, Mr. Storm was walking over from the other side of the corridor.
The Storm Lord was probably scrutinizing him, now dressed in his new clothes; the Son of God could feel his gaze and the noticeably slower pace. Then, a soft chuckle drifted into his ear.
The movement of raising his arm was obvious. He brushed past him, and the veil wrapped around the eyes of the Son of God was tugged by a slight external force.
Immediately afterwards, the delicate scarf slid across his eyelids and the skin beside his eyes, disappearing in an instant.
The light ribbon danced in the wind, but by the time Reinhardt turned his head, it had already drifted away into the night and disappeared from sight.
The long-haired son of the god silently uttered: ...?
A note from the author:
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Storm Childish Buster, actual age 28 [Sunglasses]
Reinhardt is actually 21 years old. [kiss]
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