Chapter 8: Ambition

Footsteps finally echoed, and emerging from behind the sturdy man with whiskers was a slightly hunched old man. His ruddy white complexion indicated that his physical condition was no less than that of the muscular man walking ahead of him. His eyes, which alternately opened and closed, seemed to lack vitality; however, if you observed carefully, you could recognize the fleeting glint in the old man's deep-set eyes, paired with his weathered exterior, that sufficiently proved his identity.

"Mr. Gote? I've long admired your esteemed reputation." Facing this pirate king who had roamed the Nether Sea for decades, Komer suddenly felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as if he was looking at a reflection of himself in a few decades.

That weather-beaten gaze seemed to record the tumultuous events he had endured over the past decades. Taking a deep breath and standing up, Komer stepped forward, "Meeting you today has unexpectedly filled me with profound sentiment."