Chapter 357: Rats Filling the Sky
On a massive uninhabited island in the New World—
This enormous island stretched five kilometers across, considered a large island.
At the center of the island lay a vast plain.
"Squeak, squeak—"
"Squeak—"
Shrill cries of rats echoed, filling the entire plain.
From above, the whole plain looked pitch black, as if someone had spread a layer of black cloth over it.
But upon closer inspection, it was countless black rats scurrying about—nothing but rats.
The entire plain was layered with them, rats upon rats, some even trampling over others.
If someone with trypophobia came here, they would likely be terrified to death.
These rats continuously gnawed at the surrounding trees, spreading outward in all directions.
"Squeak, squeak—"
The sounds of rats rang out endlessly.
They soon covered the entire island. Every large tree was swarmed with densely packed rats gnawing away. In no time at all, a towering tree would be completely devoured.
As time passed, all the vegetation on the island was gradually consumed. Then the rats surged toward the sea, pouring into the ocean.
In the distance, a pirate ship slowly approached.
"Boss, look—what is that…"
On the lookout post, a pirate in tattered clothes held a telescope, staring at the island in the distance, his eyes filled with shock.
Below, a burly, ferocious bald man turned to look in that direction.
He saw the island ahead, dark and dense.
A trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes. Why was that island black… and why did it seem to be growing?
"Boss, they're rats… rats are coming toward us!"
The lookout shouted in terror.
"What?!"
The pirates on the ship rushed over one after another, all looking out.
The bald man grabbed a telescope and looked.
He saw countless rats swimming through the sea, their sharp teeth exposed as they rushed toward them at incredible speed.
"Fire the cannons! Blow these bastards to pieces!"
The bald man roared.
The pirates rushed to the cannons, grabbing their guns as well.
Boom! Boom! Boom…
Bang! Bang! Bang…
A barrage of gunfire and cannon blasts rang out.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft…"
The rats below were blown into chunks of flesh that splattered everywhere, quickly staining the sea red.
"Squeak—!"
Their attack only enraged the rats. They shrieked wildly and surged forward even faster.
Soon, rats began to reach the ship.
Crunch! Crunch!
The hull was like foam, being bitten apart piece by piece.
These rats were enormous—the smallest were the size of an adult's fist, while the largest were as big as soccer balls.
Crunch! Crunch!
More and more rats swarmed to the bottom of the ship.
"Boss, the ship is taking on water!"
A pirate ran out in terror, shouting.
"Damn it! Use oil—burn them! Hurry!"
The bald man shouted with a ferocious expression.
But the rats had already climbed aboard.
A rat the size of a soccer ball leapt straight onto a pirate's face, opening its mouth to reveal sharp, spike-like teeth before biting down fiercely.
"Ahhh—!"
The pirate let out a scream as two bloody holes appeared.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!"
More rats surged in from all sides, pouncing on the other pirates.
A chorus of agonizing screams filled the air.
"Roar—!"
The bald man roared in fury as his body transformed into a brown bear several meters tall. His massive paw smashed the rats lunging at him into pulp.