"I'm not going to die. My body just went over its limit. I'll be fine after some rest." Lying weakly on Drake's back, Bellamy answered his questions sporadically.
Broken bones all over his body, excessive blood loss, myocardial strain, extensive skin burns, complete exhaustion of stamina.
It was a miracle that Bellamy hadn't passed out and died.
Muret's medical skills weren't particularly advanced, and faced with such severe injuries, she was a bit at a loss for a moment.
The sun had long set.
They were still in the forest, unable to return to town.
Fortunately, Drake's constitution was far superior to that of ordinary people. As an Ancient Zoan Allosaurus user, even with serious injuries, his combat effectiveness wouldn't be greatly diminished.
With him around, Bellamy wasn't worried about them encountering any danger.
As for that giant beast, it was just an accident.
"Boss, your injuries..." The most worried among them was surprisingly Ross.
Bellamy's current appearance was indeed quite miserable, and Ross's concern wasn't unfounded.
"Ross, we are pirates."
"In the days to come, fighting, injuries, and even death will become commonplace."
This was the reality of the pirate world, and they had to start getting used to it.
After saying so much, Bellamy was already feeling drowsy.
But he didn't fall asleep immediately, because they were still in the dangerous wilderness.
Now wasn't the time to rest; he had to grit his teeth and force himself to stay awake.
The team's progress was already quite fast, and in about ten hours, they would be back in Neon Town.
As they walked, the atmosphere in the team was somewhat frigid.
Lying on Drake's back, Bellamy could clearly see their expressions.
"Are they feeling guilty?"
That's good. It will give them more motivation to train in the future.
This forest adventure had exposed all the shortcomings of the Bellamy Pirates in one fell swoop.
This team was not only weak, but also immature in many ways.
They needed time to hone themselves, not days or months, but years, even decades.
Bellamy was confident that, given enough time, he could completely train Ross and the others.
This confidence stemmed not only from himself, but also from the Navy's Six Powers possessed by Drake.
The greatest feature of the Navy's Six Powers wasn't how strong it was, nor how high its upper limit was.
It was its ability to be stably passed down. Even the most ordinary Marine soldiers, as long as they worked hard, could learn one or two of the techniques.
Stability and universality were the greatest features of the Navy's Six Powers, and also their greatest strength.
As long as he could get all Six Powers from Drake, Bellamy's strength would definitely increase significantly.
If it had been when they first met, he might have had a headache figuring out how to gain Drake's trust.
But they had just gone through a fierce battle together, narrowly escaping death.
There was no stronger bond than the camaraderie forged on the battlefield.
After a fierce battle, even Bellamy had developed some appreciation for this spy, Drake.
"At least he's not a cowardly waste."
Bellamy didn't know what Drake thought of him in his heart, but after his injuries healed, he would take the opportunity to directly express his needs.
No matter what, he had to get the Six Powers.
It was already noon when they returned to the dojo.
As soon as he got home, Bellamy, who had been barely holding on all night, finally fainted.
Before passing out, he seemed to hear a few screams.
These guys, hadn't he already told them? They were really a headache.
The most famous doctor in Neon Town was an old man in his sixties.
Muret's medical skills weren't quite up to par, so Ross simply took the money and brought him over.
When the old doctor saw Bellamy's injuries, he almost jumped out of his skin.
It was a miracle that he hadn't died from such severe injuries.
The old man's diagnosis made Ross's veins bulge, and he almost took out his pistol and shot him.
Fortunately, the others in the room were very calm.
Diagnosis, prescription, recuperation, treatment.
With Muret and Mia's assistance, a series of treatment plans were quickly implemented.
Three days later, Bellamy woke up from his coma.
"How long have I been asleep?"
As soon as he woke up, he saw Muret dozing off beside him.
"Ah? Captain, you're awake!"
Muret was startled awake by the sudden sound, and soon, she cried out in surprise.
"Everyone, come out! The captain is awake!"
It was just waking up, was there a need to be so excited?
Bellamy struggled to get out of bed, laboriously moving his body.
He didn't know how long he had been asleep this time, but he felt like his body was rusting.
Just lifting his hands and kicking his feet caused a feeling of soreness and stiffness.
It was really uncomfortable.
Before long, everyone in the dojo rushed in from outside.
"Boss, you're really awake!"
Everyone was very excited, and Bellamy felt a little baffled. "What's wrong? Have I been asleep for a long time?"
"Not too long, just three days."
"But the old man said that if you didn't wake up, you would sleep to death."
So that's why everyone was so excited? Bellamy realized.
"Alright, since I'm awake, everything's fine."
"How could it be fine? You have to take your medicine on time every day from now on." Muret glared at him fiercely, forcing him back onto the bed.
He was now wrapped head-to-toe in bandages, looking like a mummy.
Bellamy was naturally aware of how serious his injuries were.
It was actually very lucky that he had survived this time.
If the Sandra Gigantic Tiger's paw had grazed him even once, he would have been torn to pieces like a lump of tofu.
But if he had to choose again, he would still have fought to the end without hesitation.
If he ran away every time he encountered an unbeatable enemy, there were too many strongmen in this world who were considered monsters.
Could he keep running forever?
Could he run faster than Kizaru?
If he was just going to run, then why even go out to sea?
Wouldn't it be better to be an ordinary civilian?
Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to be a gang leader in the slums?
The path to becoming a strongman was bound to be full of thorns. Without the resolve to die in battle, it would be better to go home and farm.