"I was just an ordinary worker."
"But I never expected that I would become one of the chosen."
"Yes… something as absurd as transmigration actually happened to me."
"I crossed over into the world of pirates—and became one of the most hated people of all: a World Noble, a Celestial Dragon."
"My current name is Aurelius D. Virel Is. They all address me as the great Saint Aurelius D. Virel Is!"
"In the end… I've become the very thing I used to despise. Well… even though I hate it, I have to admit—I'm really enjoying this life."
Of course, Is hadn't possessed someone else's body—he had crossed over in his entirety. And his identity as a Celestial Dragon had been granted by a system.
But after giving him this identity, the system claimed it needed to be activated. Two years had already passed, and there was still no movement.
When he had first arrived in the world of pirates, even though he became a Celestial Dragon, Is acted extremely cautiously. It took him a full year before he even left the Holy Land of Mary Geoise to wander around.
After that, he spent several months getting familiar with things, and gradually came to understand that even among Celestial Dragons, there were ranks.
Those who were originally Celestial Dragons but voluntarily gave up their status were regarded as lower-class people.
Next were ordinary Celestial Dragons like Is—those who enjoyed special privileges but held no real authority. Their daily lives consisted purely of indulgence, without involvement in any decisions of the World Government.
Above them were those with real power. While enjoying the same privileges, they also held authority and participated in various World Government meetings… and so on.
As for his status as an ordinary Celestial Dragon, Is was quite satisfied. He didn't have to worry about anything—his existence was purely for enjoyment.
Once he became familiar with everything, Is truly experienced the pleasure of being a Celestial Dragon. He came to understand the real meaning of doing whatever one pleased.
Money and women—those were never a concern.
Without exaggeration, if anyone from his original world became a Celestial Dragon, they would fall just as easily.
…
Holy Land Mary Geoise—on a clean and bright roadway.
A voice suddenly broke the surrounding silence.
"Saint Is, want to go to the slave market together?"
Hearing this, Is turned his head.
What came into view was a fat Celestial Dragon riding on a slave.
His display was far more extravagant than Is's. Not only was he riding someone, but several young women followed behind him.
Without exception, iron collars hung around their necks, the ends of the chains firmly held in the hands of the Celestial Dragon riding the slave.
Of course, if Is wanted, he could do the same—ride a slave and drag along a few more.
He simply didn't have that kind of hobby.
Although the Celestial Dragon before him was far more ostentatious, when it came to appearance, Is outclassed him by miles.
Tall and well-built, with sharp brows and bright eyes—even in the entire pirate world, Is could dominate in terms of looks.
But… aside from Is, no Celestial Dragon cared about appearance.
Because in their eyes, looks were useless.
And that was true. With their privileges, money, women, and everything else were always within reach.
So naturally, appearance held little value to them.
"What a coincidence, running into you here, Saint Dorak," Is said politely.
Among Celestial Dragons, they usually didn't address each other by their full surnames—just the given name followed by the honorific "Saint."
Of course, while some Celestial Dragons behaved in extreme ways, Is had no intention of interfering. As long as he handled his own affairs, that was enough.
What others did had nothing to do with him—and wasn't something he could control anyway.
As for the others, they didn't cause trouble for Is either. On the contrary, their relationships were fairly harmonious.
"Heading somewhere? Going to the slave market?" Dorak asked.
"No."
Is shook his head and replied, "Just finished lunch. Came out for a walk."
"I see. If you're free, why not come with me to the slave market? I heard a batch of high-quality goods just arrived."
Is had originally planned to refuse, but since he had nothing to do, going along for a look didn't sound bad.
"Alright then. Since you've invited me, I won't refuse."
If there really were high-quality goods, he might find something to his liking.
Of course, as for men—Is had absolutely no interest.
He didn't need a mount, and if a man wasn't used as one, then what was the point of buying him? Just to look at? Forget it. Is wasn't into that sort of thing. Buying a man would just be a waste of money and time.
Dorak glanced back at his female slaves, then picked one who looked relatively strong and ordered, "Go. Be a mount for Saint Is."
With that, he released the chain, and the woman stepped forward toward Is.
"No, thank you for the offer," Is replied calmly. "I'm not used to that. I'll just walk."
It wasn't that Is was being ungrateful—he truly wasn't accustomed to such things.
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