I am the Pirate Lord of the Universe

‘Alice ......!'

‘Alice! Wake up!'

‘Austin! I won't let you go even if I die!!!'

‘Henry, you're no match for me when you're alive, and I'm afraid when you're dead? Heh, what's the difference between a power that can't even protect your own woman and rubbish?'

‘Austin! I'll fucking kill you!!!'

‘Die!'

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Henry sat up violently in the narrow, cramped rented room.

His shirt and bedding were soaked with sweat, and he was panting heavily, his bloodshot pupils filled with rage.

But soon that anger turned to bewilderment.

His community had just been overrun by hostile forces, his comrades, friends, and women had all been killed, and he had been shot, so why was he suddenly here?

‘What is this ...... place? Why does it look so much like the flat I lived in five years ago?'

Henry muttered, his eyes falling on the old mobile phone on his pillow, he tapped on it and froze as he looked at the time it displayed.

‘3rd of July, 2077...'

‘The 3rd of July?!'

It was the day before the end times opened!

‘I'm, reborn?!' Henry was a bit incredulous and excited.

Outside the window, reflected in his eyes were endless streams of people and vehicles, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of bread.

Henry used a whole five minutes to make sure he was not dreaming, and in ecstasy, he opened the borrowing, loans, credit cards, funds and so on in his mobile phone, and loaned out all the more than three hundred thousand US dollars in it.

There are less than twelve hours, the end of the world, by then human civilisation will be completely destroyed, replaced by the law of the end of the world, money naturally became the most useless thing.

But before that, these loose silver were still somewhat useful.

‘Mr Henry, out and about, would you like to try some freshly baked cream puffs.'

Scott, the owner of the bakery downstairs, greeted Henry warmly.

Henry stopped his footsteps, looking at the seemingly loyal, but actually inside the treacherous bakery owner in front of him, the pupils flashed through a trace of imperceptible sinister, in his previous life he was nearly killed by Scott pit.

‘I was so naive and acted like an idiot in my previous life, not in this one.'

With that in mind, Henry smiled slightly, ‘Mr Scott, let me borrow your pickup truck.'

Scott tossed him the keys without even thinking, ‘No problem, feel free to use it.'

Henry took a few steps and turned around, ‘Make sure you pick up lots of cards at night, especially ones with colours.'

Scott was a little puzzled and wanted to ask what cards, when he turned his head Henry was already driving away.

......

Henry spent six hours shopping and another six hours forcing himself to rest, and came to 11.50pm in a flash.

He dropped the cigarette in his hand and stomped it out, slinging his hiking bag over his chest, a brand new mountain bike on his hip.

Star City Centre Pedestrian Street, was the most lively place in Star City, however, at this time, it was already early in the morning, and there were hardly any people on the road.

When the time pointed to twelve o'clock, a beeping sound that seemed to come from off-planet rang out, and immediately after that, pouring rain fell.

What was different from the past was that the rain in the past was rain, while the rain at this moment was a card the size of a playing card.

These cards were sprawling and densely packed.

The cards had different colours, white, green, blue, silver, gold...

‘Gold cards!!!'

Henry keenly locked onto the gold card that was dozens of metres away, his eyes went wild, and he used all his strength to rush over!

Without any surprises, Henry smoothly pocketed the gold card and directly stuffed it into his jacket pocket!

‘What is this thing, what's going on?'

‘The plane transporting the poker exploded? Didn't see any flying objects either.'

‘What are these cards for?'

Residents near the pedestrian street have come out of their homes, looking at the rain of cards with puzzled eyes.

At this moment, Henry frantically picked up the cards, without any picking and choosing, no matter what colour cards, all brain into the mountaineering bag, these are extremely important strategic resources, there is no one!

Soon a mountaineering bag was filled with cards, there were thousands of them.

Henry hung the hiking bag full of cards in the back seat of the car, took out the new bag, and started repeating the action.

While picking up the cards, he was also observing if there were any cards that were silver or above, those were the ones that must be picked up as a priority to maximise his survival rate in the end times.

‘Eh? Is that one ......?'

Suddenly, Henry's pupils tightened, in the rain of cards falling all over the sky, there was a card that was flashing with colourful light, and was floating and falling towards the front.

‘Colourful Legend Card!!!'

Henry gulped deeply and rushed towards the Legend Card, a flying lunge firmly clutching the colourful card in his palm.

......

The rain of cards finally stopped after an hour, and Henry also managed to fill up thirteen bags of cards, the entire walking street of cards, almost wrapped up by him alone, a rough estimate must be more than ten thousand cards.

Looking at the pickup truck storage space bulging mountaineering bag, say not excited is false, he has never fought such a rich battle.

More and more people went out to pick up the cards, Henry drove away from the pedestrian street in order to avoid attracting attention, went to the hotel booked early in the morning, and transported the mountaineering bags to the presidential suite in turn.

‘These should be enough, now to wait for sunrise...'

Henry lay on his bed, breathing heavily, when suddenly his mobile phone rang, it was Scott.

‘Mr Henry, where are you?'

‘What's the matter Mr Scott?'

‘What are these cards for?'

‘Did you pick up a lot of them?'

‘Well, these cards are colourful and pretty.'

Henry sat up, some surprise: ‘You have colourful cards?'

‘Yes, there is a coloured one, gold one, silver three, white and green card most, can have a hundred or so.'

‘I'm at the hotel, bring the cards over to me and I'll tell you something.'

‘Okay yeah, but it's not a good time for a taxi, I'll be late.'

‘Wait for you, don't rush.'

Three forty in the morning.

Scott knocked on the door of his room and walked in, all the cards in a battered old school bag, almost half of it, a couple of hundred of them.

‘You really didn't pick up much.'

Scott smirked, ‘That's because you reminded me, how else would I have picked this up, Mr Henry, what's going on here?'

Scott's mind was filled with doubt.

Henry murmured, ‘Would you be willing to give me the colour card?'

‘OK.' Scott touched the coloured card from his pocket and handed it to Henry.

Henry took a deep breath, put the legend cards away, and said in a serious tone, ‘Mr Scott, wait until eight o'clock in the morning, when the end of the world descends, these cards will show their effects, since you gave me the legend cards, then in exchange, I'll give you a suggestion - while there's still time, go and pick up the cards, the more cards you pick up, the better the the greater the chances of surviving the end times, especially the cards with colours.'

Scott laughed bitterly, ‘Mr Henry, you're kind of scaring me with that look... End Times, are you serious?'

‘I'm not kidding you.'

Scott unintentionally glanced at the dozen or so hiking bags in the corner out of the corner of his eye, and without saying anything, he turned around and went out, while Henry, who took this greedy gaze into his eyes, just smiled darkly.

Time passed by, and the east was flooded with fish-belly white.

Seven thirty.

Half an hour before the end of the world.

Scott knocked on the door of the room again, panting, ‘Mr Henry, I'm back, these are my two cousins.'

Scott was followed by two young men, both eighteen or nineteen years old.

Henry nodded, unguarded, and let the three into the room, closing the door behind them in the process.

‘Mr Henry, you've picked up quite a lot, so much.' Scott opened his mouth with a grin.

Henry smiled faintly, ‘Yeah.'

‘Brother, share a few packs with us, we left the house late, many of the cards were picked up early.'

The young man on the left smiled and opened his mouth, deliberately lifting up his shirt to reveal the dagger pinned on the waistband of his trousers.

Henry froze, terrified, ‘Mr Scott, what do you mean?'

Scott smile with a little sinister, ‘Mr Henry don't misunderstand, I don't have any other meaning, is simply want to borrow some cards with you to use, just now the three of us wandered around outside, the harvest is really not much.'

‘So ...... you guys want to rob me.'

‘Don't say robbing so hard to hear, just borrow it. You have so much, surely you won't mind.' Scott spread his hands.

‘Fine, I'll split a packet between each of you.'

Henry sighed and went to fetch his hiking pack.

The young man reached for it just as he was about to pick it up, when a chilling saber suddenly stabbed him in the throat, and the young man didn't react as his throat was instantly slit, blood gushing wildly!

He fell down with wide eyes, one hand covering his throat, the other hand grabbing something randomly towards the air.

‘Reid!'

‘Harris!'

Scott gasped, looking at Henry incredulously, ‘You... Killed him?'

It was as if Henry was a different person to each other, with a cloudy expression, as if killing someone was as simple as eating and drinking for him.

‘I had expected you to come to this.' Henry haphazardly rubbed the blood on his saber on his clothes and spoke in a calm tone.