After landing on the island, the pirates tidied themselves up on the beach, sharpened their scimitars, loaded their muskets with gunpowder, and waited for the cooldowns of their various skills (NPCs also have similar settings, but they can't see the game menu or anything like that; they just go by feeling)...

In short, after preparing for five or six minutes, they lined up and headed towards the dense forest on the island.

The person walking at the front of the team was Mad-Eye.

This was also expected. When Blackbeard mentioned bringing this guy along, Feng Bujue, Honghu, and Snow all guessed that Mad-Eye would be used as a guinea pig to explore the way.

Following closely behind Mad-Eye was a cadre under Blackbeard.

This cadre's name was Nesslu. He looked to be about forty or fifty years old, but his actual age might be hundreds or thousands. He wore a very ordinary short shirt and mid-length pants, and had a very ordinary scimitar and musket at his waist. If there was anything particularly outstanding about him, it would be his "cake head" hairstyle.

One could imagine... at sea, maintaining this "upright" hairstyle was undoubtedly a very difficult task. Even Blackbeard, the captain, would inevitably be blown by the wind and splashed by water... Therefore, in a sense, Nesslu's cake head stood out more than any clothing or item.

Following Nesslu was Garlic Head and his trio. As the backbone of Queen Anne's Revenge, their experience and combat power could provide Nesslu with good assistance in the event of an emergency.

Next, there were five ordinary sailors known for their combat skills, following Garlic Head and his team, ready to provide support at any time.

These ten people were the vanguard of this "treasure hunt team." They were the most dangerous group in the team, and had to be vigilant at all times, otherwise they might be caught off guard and killed by something like "locust sand," losing their lives.

Blackbeard and the three players were positioned behind the ten people, in the easiest and safest spot in the team.

Looking further back, behind the players was an old cadre from the ship—Mr. Voges.

This grumpy old sailor with a harsh tongue was naturally no ordinary person. With him in charge of the team, Blackbeard could save a lot of worry.

Behind Mr. Voges were a dozen or so people, mostly ordinary sailors. The other two cadres that Blackbeard brought were left at the very back of the team to guard the rear.

Those two were a pair of half-orc brothers. The older brother was named Mark Tida (Tida meaning "big hoof"), with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse. The younger brother was named Mark Boco (Boco meaning "thick neck") (Note: Although these two names look like English, the surname comes first), with the head of a horse and the body of a human from the neck down.

Both brothers were the simple-minded, extremely developed-limbs type, roughly the kind that..."are very suitable to be pirates, but could never be captains themselves, and if they did, they would quickly lead to the ship's destruction and the crew's demise."

It was not difficult to see from the team and formation arranged by Blackbeard that the difficulty of this script was not high. As long as the players were willing, they could mingle in this team all the way to the end.

Originally... it should have been like this.

However, even the system could not have predicted that there would be unexpected factors intervening that were "beyond its control."

In fact, when that "master" appeared, the direction and difficulty of the entire script had already spiraled out of control.

The difficulty of this script now could not be measured by the general sense of "normal" or "nightmare," because both "normal" and "nightmare" were ultimately a summary of a series of causal events within the system's control.

But the things that the players were now experiencing, like "dimensional intrusion," were not situations that the system could control within the "rules of the game."

So, what would happen next... no one knew.

…………

While Feng Bujue and his group were following Blackbeard's men through the dense forest of "North Island," on Queen Anne's Revenge, the hunchbacked man with a scabby face who called himself "Ken" also took action...

"'That guy' has already landed on South Island, huh? This despairing ultra-high energy reaction... I wonder if Feng Bujue has noticed it." Ken held a bottle of wine, sat in the corner of the cabin, and muttered to himself.

"What if he has? Can you guarantee which side he'll be on?" It was still Ken speaking, the voice unchanged, but the tone was completely different.

"Heh... that's true. No one can predict that man's thoughts." Ken changed back to his previous tone and chuckled.

"Feng Bujue's appearance is just an accident. In my opinion, we don't need to involve him. Anyway, when we decided to carry out this mission, we didn't intend to rely on the power of a third party."

"Hehe... 'that guy' certainly doesn't want to involve Feng Bujue either, after all, it's Feng Bujue... 'Turning other people's carefully managed plans into bubbles and making the whole world follow his own plan of going astray' is his specialty."

"Are you saying that involving him will actually increase our chances of success?"

"That's right...

"In the current situation, we are 'destroyers,' and 'that guy' is the 'manager.'

"In terms of strength, we are at an absolute disadvantage and cannot fight her head-on.

"Our only advantage as 'destroyers' is that we can take the initiative and don't need too many rules. After all... even if we can't deal with 'that guy,' cleaning up the Phantom Demon Church's lackeys is still effortless.

"Under this premise, Feng Bujue's intervention and messing things up... will definitely greatly increase our chances of winning."

The other tone listened to these words, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, "But... even assuming that Feng Bujue will side with us after learning the relevant information, in terms of pure strength, he is by no means a match for Twenty-Three."

"Ah... I know. The current Twenty-Three, even with you, me, and those three players, is still impossible to defeat. But... what I'm considering is other 'possibilities.'"

"What is it?"

"Hmph... haven't you realized it?"

The other tone did not answer.

Two seconds later, the first tone continued, "Why didn't Twenty-Three directly attack our ship when our ship and the Brown Algae approached? She undoubtedly noticed our presence, didn't she?" He paused. "Not only did she not attack, but she also cautiously slipped away outside a certain range."

The other tone thought for a moment: "Because she doesn't want Feng Bujue to discover her?"

"Correct." The first tone replied, "She landed on South Island, probably to keep her distance from Feng Bujue; obviously, she can very accurately estimate Feng Bujue's 'exploration range,' so she has been avoiding him."

"This... can be exploited."

"Yes... let's get off the ship too."

At this point, the "hunchbacked drunkard muttering to himself in the corner" in the eyes of others... stood up.