A month passed in a flash.
Crowe, who gradually integrated into the identity of a Marine, has been observing Navy Branch 153 and Yarlin. This Naval Branch was different from the Marines he had encountered before. The terrible discipline seemed to be forged and engraved on the bones of every Marine soldier, as well as the ubiquitous personal worship that filled the entire base.
Every Marine, from the petty officer level to the lowest recruit, fanatically worshipped Yarlin. He now realized what Yarlin meant when he said "I don't lack people who would die for me".
"Everyone's original identity was a pirate. How can the gap be so big?" For the first time in his life, Crowe felt frustrated. This frustration was not because he was inferior to Yarlin in terms of force, but because he was inferior in terms of wisdom, and in terms of structure, he was completely crushed.
Thinking about himself, he didn't want to be a pirate, so he worked hard to become a rich man. Looking at Yarlin, he didn't want to be a pirate, but instead, he seized a Marine base … The gap between them couldn't be explained.
And this wasn't the end. Through this month's observation and communication with Yarlin, Crowe found that Yarlin's layout was far from a Marine base. This was just the beginning.
"… What he wants is the entire East Blue. This guy is crazy!"
With all kinds of thoughts in his mind, Crowe stood alone in the shadow of the prison wall, staring at the mysterious prison wall with a strange face. The prison in the entire Naval Branch was an isolated forbidden area. Few Marines would come here. This month, several batches of captured pirates were sent to the prison.
According to Crowe's estimation of the size of the prison, the number of pirates imprisoned in it should have exceeded the limit. However … the actual situation is that the prison is like a monster that devours human life, always able to quickly digest the prisoners inside.
This was not a baseless guess, but a strong intuition. The whole prison was filled with a cold and quiet atmosphere, unlike the prison where many pirates were imprisoned.
"It's too quiet!"
Even across the wall, Crowe couldn't hear the slightest movement inside. He could only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the flowerbed. It is worth mentioning that in Navy Branch 153's mission, in addition to the captured pirates who were brought back alive, the corpses of the pirates who were killed were also brought back and became fertilizer for the prison's flowerbed.
The other Marines wouldn't be suspicious, they would only think that it was because of Arlen's hatred for pirates, or some kind of special hobby, but Crowe would never believe such a reason. There must be a huge secret hidden in this prison.
Of course, Crowe's observation of the prison was more out of curiosity. He wouldn't wander in without permission. This Naval Branch was branded with Yarlin's imprint. Being in it, Crowe was inevitably influenced by it.
Especially for a smart person like him, the more he knew, the more curious he was, the more he didn't know, the more his awe would grow. At the same time, the depression and rejection of being forced to become a Marine would slowly diminish. Instead, he would truly be a Marine and begin to think about his own future.
In fact, this was what Yarlin wanted. Once the other party began to think, it meant that Crowe was not far from being controlled by him.
One had to be patient with smart people because it was their nature to be suspicious. Instead of blindly forcing and persuading them, it was better to give them some time to digest and let them observe and discover on their own. This was because they would usually peek at the iceberg from the corner and would naturally plant the seed of reverence in their hearts.
Then what Yarlin has to do is to guide him at the right time, show him the power and mystery hidden in the dark little by little, and then tell him the vast future to confirm some of his subjective guesses. This process of confirmation will produce a kind of emotional grafting and resonance.
Infected, convinced, trusted, and then have a strong impulse to join your cause!
The more intelligent a person is, the more difficult it is to escape this trap and temptation, because smart people are especially conceited and have a strong impulse to realize their self-worth. And the information he got from Zangal made Yarlin have a strict analysis of Crowe's character.
Faking his death to escape and wanting to be a rich man shows Crowe's conceit. He was tired of the cat-and-mouse game of the Marines chasing pirates. This simple and repetitive game can no longer bring him excitement and pleasure, so he designed the play of faking his death and played the Marines in the palm of his hand.
On the one hand, it was conceit, on the other hand, it was because he was confused. He lost the way to obtain self-pleasure, so he subconsciously decided to change a new identity and start a new game.
It's just that the pattern was a bit small. If Yarlin didn't appear, Crowe would eventually give up the game, because for his IQ, the difficulty of the game was too low. After the initial novelty, he would quickly feel disgusted and bored.
In Arlen's eyes, what Crowe really wanted wasn't stability, but excitement, strangeness, novelty, and grandeur. It was a huge stage where one's life was at stake. Only then would one be able to find the direction of one's life and have the impulse to realize one's own worth.
"Be willing to be calm and stable, don't deceive yourself, the smarter a person is, the crazier a gambler!" Yarlin stood in the inner wall of the prison. He looked at Crowe who was wandering outside through the ventilated iron window. Suddenly, he went out, opened the prison door, and waved to Crowe.
"Huh?" Crowe didn't expect Yarlin to be in the prison. He froze for a moment, then his eyes turned faintly to look at Yarlin.
"What? Didn't you want to come in and have a look? "Yarlin's face showed a playful look.
Crowe gently pushed the frame of his glasses, glanced at the bright flower bed, paused for a moment, and then walked towards Yarlin's direction.
The moment they entered the prison, a sinister and eerie aura assaulted them. The corridor was dimly lit, and Arlen's face seemed to exude a strange demonic aura. Klaur's expression didn't change as he sized up the place.
There was a painted white warning line on the ground. Ripa stood behind the warning line and stared at Crowe with cold and indifferent eyes. She didn't know if this strange Marine would be able to walk out alive after coming in.
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