Flevance, a medium-sized island, was a dreamy kingdom known as the “White Town,” resembling a fairy-tale land of ice and snow, beautiful enough to captivate the heart.
The houses in the town were unique, with pointed and flat roofs scattered in an orderly fashion, looking like layers of white waves from a distance.
The trees lining the roads, unlike normal lush green, were a translucent white with an almost pearl-like luster, covered in dense white crystals.
A gentle breeze passed through, making a crisp sound.
Flevance had no vibrant colors, no verdant greenery, only an endless white—a silent, eternal, almost deathly white.
At the highest point of the town, a magnificent palace stood, silently overlooking the entire white kingdom.
Inside the palace, beneath the dome.
A brown-haired boy was on the floor, laboriously wiping the white floor where no dust existed.
“Thatch, didn’t you eat?
Hurry up and work!”
A man wearing a chef’s hat, with unnaturally pale skin, was holding a spoon and yelling furiously.
“Yes…
I’ll be done wiping in a moment.”
The spoon heavily struck Thatch’s head, and immediately, scarlet blood flowed from his forehead.
He quickly looked up, not daring to let the blood spill onto the floor.
If he stained this “noble” white, he would undoubtedly face another severe beating.
“Hurry to the back kitchen!
His Majesty’s dinner is about to be prepared!”
“Yes, Mr.
Ryan!”
Thatch hastily wiped away the flowing blood with his sleeve and stumbled towards the back kitchen.
He had to prepare all the necessary ingredients before Ryan started cooking.
If His Majesty didn’t have dinner on time tonight…
His life would be forfeit.
The small figure was busy in the back kitchen, skillfully gutting and scaling a sea fish as tall as himself, then expertly deboning it…
But as he worked, tears he could no longer hold back streamed down his face…
“At least…
I’m still alive…”
His name was Thatch, an orphan.
He was sold as a slave by an underground broker to this outwardly glamorous, inwardly rotten kingdom.
Most of those sold with him were sent to the mines.
He heard that most of them had already died, and a new batch of slaves was still on its way.
He was relatively lucky; he had a talent for cooking and was sent to the palace.
Although he often went hungry and was frequently beaten, there was no life-threatening danger.
However, he raised his hand, looking at the unnatural paleness on the back of his hand, and a feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart.
In this country, whether royalty, nobles, or commoners, anyone with pale skin would not live past forty.
Endless pain surged into his heart, his shoulders trembled violently, but he meticulously continued to prepare the ingredients that would soon be needed…
Flevance, Amber Lead mine.
The bottomless mine shaft resembled a gaping maw, devouring every life that entered it. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
The air here was murky, thin, mixed with the stench of blood, and filled with deadly white dust.
Slaves, wearing heavy shackles, numbly swung their pickaxes.
Their bodies had long been corroded by the Amber Lead dust, appearing a sickly white.
“Crack!”
The sound of a whip tore through the air, and a bloodstain erupted on the back of a gaunt slave.
“Hurry up and work!
If you don’t finish digging today, none of you will eat!”
The masked overseer raised his whip, and his roar followed.
The slave grunted, kneeling in the damp mine shaft, yet he dared not stop for a moment.
He trembled as he got up, mechanically swinging the pickaxe in his hand.
The overseer’s roar echoed between the rock walls.
No one looked up, no one protested, only the dull thud of pickaxes striking the rock…
“Cough, cough!”
Occasionally, a slave would cough, spitting out black-red phlegm mixed with white, like ants squeezed into the narrow mine shaft.
“Rumble—!”
The sound of the mine collapsing rang out.
Then, a suffocating silence.
A moment later, two emaciated corpses were thrown onto an Amber Lead mining cart and transported out along with the ore.
New slaves were quickly brought in to fill the void, and the cycle continued…
Crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow in the palace dining room.
The pure white rectangular dining table was covered with silk embroidered with gold thread, and silver cutlery gleamed with a chilling coldness under the light.
The King, wearing a golden crown inlaid with expensive jewels, usually high and mighty, a ruler who bossed his subjects around, now stood like a servant, his waist bent almost to the dining table.
“Your Excellency, the difficulty of mining the Amber Lead veins this year…”
The King lowered his head, cold sweat continuously seeping from his forehead.
His voice was very low, fearing he might anger the CP0 agent in front of him, who was dressed in a white suit and wore a strange mask.
The CP0 agent did not reply, merely elegantly cutting the fish fillet on his plate and eating the various delicacies served by the servants.
Only the crisp sound of cutlery clinking against the plates could be heard.
After a long while, the CP0 agent, having eaten his fill, picked up a napkin and meticulously wiped his fingers, then spoke:
“So far, the output of Amber Lead ore is three-tenths less than last year.”
A cold, emotionless voice came from beneath the strange mask.
The King shivered, a smile on his face worse than a cry, and said, “Y-yes…
The mine collapsed several times this year, and many slaves died, so the mining progress…”
“The World Government’s funds are for hiring laborers, not for you to purchase slaves.”
The agent’s eyes narrowed under his mask, interrupting the King.
“Y-yes, laborers!
I misspoke, they are laborers!”
The King’s face turned pale.
Before he could finish speaking, the CP0 agent slammed a document onto the table.
He looked down and instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar—it was the slave purchase agreement he had privately signed with Giberson, the Shipping King of the Deep Current, bearing his personal signature.
“Y-your Excellency…
please let me explain.”
The King immediately fell to his knees, his voice almost tearful, saying, “This was all done without authorization by my subordinates—”
“Silence!”
The agent raised his hand, and the King instantly felt a fierce sense of suffocation.
Under that terrifying pressure, he couldn’t move at all, and his face turned crimson.
“Output, next month, I want to see it compensated.”
Having said that, the CP0 agent slightly reined in his aura, and the King instantly felt a lightness throughout his body, gasping for breath as if granted a great pardon.
“Y-yes, yes, I will immediately send more laborers and mine day and night!”
The agent said nothing, merely gently wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up.
The King hastily scrambled to his feet, bowing and fawning at his side.
The agent, dressed in a pure white suit, glanced at him, casually put on his top hat, and said, “Tonight’s meal was to my liking.
I am very pleased.”
“As long as Your Excellency enjoyed it!”
The King watched the agent’s figure gradually disappear down the corridor before he let out a heavy sigh of relief.
A few seconds later, his expression instantly twisted, and he overturned the dining table.
“Useless, all of you are useless!”
He roared at the empty dining room, as if to vent the humiliation he had just endured.
The attendants trembled, not daring to make a sound.
“Go!
Call the Captain of the Guard for me!”
…”Bururu bururu bururu…”
“Bururu bururu bururu…”
Kacha!
“Hello, Adrian, is something wrong?”
The CP0 agent from earlier pulled out a Den Den Mushi from his inner suit pocket, looked at its anthropomorphic features, and spoke.
“Nockel!
Get out of Flevance immediately!”
“Rocks, the Rocks Pirates…
have crossed the Calm Belt and are about to reach Flevance!!!”
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