The face between Basem's chest and abdomen looked like an ancient marble sculpture, without distinguishing gender, its beauty seemed almost otherworldly.
In stark contrast to the Great Pirate's ugly body covered in purplish-black sores, it was like a white lotus blooming from the mud, evoking a striking sense of contrast.
"Ha kaka, those who stagnate will be swept into the dust of history! The members of the Yellow Sand Sect are numerous, and you think I, Basem, am given the opportunity to hunt the strong on the ocean for what reason?
Ho! Witchcraft really is a fascinating power!
I originally wanted to spare some effort on you, but everyone who sees my current appearance must die!"
The mouth with a bitten-off tongue naturally couldn't speak anymore.
Yet the marble-sculpted beautiful face suddenly opened its eyes, revealing sinister pupils with black pentagrams, while laughing and speaking with a voice as grating as Basem's like gravel.
