Game Over!

He’d completely forgotten about that!

Tomorrow was the day of his doom—the moment he’d be kicked to death by the female lead!

Which meant, if he wanted to survive in this game world, he had to stop Loyre from attacking the royal fleet!

And he only had one night left to do it!

Black felt like vomiting a mouthful of blood right onto Hans’s face.

In the game, Loyre wasn’t a major character at all.

Players only knew that after her failed assault, her entire crew was wiped out—though she herself survived, captured and locked away in the imperial dungeon.

Her next appearance wasn’t until the Dragonblood sequel.

And he’d never played the sequel!

If it weren’t for helping his little sister grind the game while she studied for her college entrance exams, he wouldn’t have touched this otome game at all.

So, he knew nothing about Captain Loyre.

He’d already tried reasoning with her. It was impossible.

If words wouldn’t work—how about fists?

No way. They weren’t even on the same level.

At that thought, Black swiped the air, and a faintly glowing blue screen appeared before him—resembling a game interface.

On it, only two tabs: Profession and Inventory.

He’d discovered this a few days ago, when he was desperate and helpless—by accident, he’d summoned this panel.

At first, he thought it was the legendary “cheat system” every transmigrator was supposed to get.

But it turned out to be completely useless!

No weapons, no stat boosts for attack or defense—just a decorative gimmick.

Black tapped Inventory. Inside were only two items: Omniscient Glasses and Megaphone.

He clicked on the Omniscient Glasses, equipped them, and looked at Hans.

[Name: Hans]
[Identity: Vice-Captain of the White Pearl Pirate Crew]
[Class Level: Lv.30 Beginner · Bronze Knight]
[Favorite Food: Rum, Tuna Sashimi]
[Hobby: Backstroke]
[Critical Info: Never praise the Empire in front of him]
[Expected Fate: Death within 24 hours]

Just as he expected—the item worked exactly like in the game. It revealed all NPC information.

But that was it. Nothing more.

As for the Megaphone? A total joke. Effect: increases wearer’s volume by 10,000%.

And the Profession tab? He didn’t even want to talk about it.

His class was Pirate.

In Dragonblood, Pirate was an extremely niche class.

It had no offensive power like warriors or mages, nor healing abilities like clerics or medics.

It was a bizarre, almost useless class that only came in handy in rare, specific scenarios.

Less than 0.00001% of players chose it!

Who the hell got a transmigration cheat skill this useless?!

Because the original owner was so weak, Black was only Level 10.

Hans could crush ten Blacks with one hand.

And Loyre, at Level 40?

A mid-tier sorceress like her could vaporize him into a red mist with a single thought.

So, no way he could beat her in a fight.

But for the sake of his life, Black refused to just sit and wait for death!

Hans, the first mate, watched his crewmate muttering to himself again, acting crazy as ever, and sighed before walking away.

Maybe they shouldn’t have let him join in the first place. But back then, the boy’s eyes burned with fierce determination—like he’d die before giving up on becoming a pirate king.

I’ll find a priest to check his head tomorrow.

What he didn’t notice was the sly smirk creeping across Black’s lips as he turned away.

Heh heh. Can’t mess with the people? Then mess with the ship!

If he could sabotage the main sail—ruin the propulsion system—then the White Pearl wouldn’t be able to reach the royal fleet.

No fleet, no death. No death, no game over.

I’m a genius!

****

Deep into the night, the moon hung high. The sea was calm, the breeze gentle.

A shadow moved silently, like a phantom, toward the pirate ship’s main sail.

The White Pearl’s sails had three layers of defense. But since tomorrow was battle day, and every pirate on board was fanatically devoted to hating the imperial family,

Most of the crew were in their quarters, cleaning weapons, counting elemental scrolls, preparing themselves for war.

No one would suspect a traitor was already on board.

Black slipped easily past the final layer of defense—guarded by the White Pearl’s head chef.

A culinary master with skills bordering on divine, and also a Level 25 novice assassin.

But this chef had a fatal weakness.

Black had already scanned him with the Omniscient Glasses earlier.

[Critical Info: Hates anything that threatens food—especially rats.]

Black pressed against the wall, carefully pulling a small cage from his clothes.

Inside, a black rat scurried and jumped frantically.

Catching this thing had cost Black most of his already-scarce lunch.

His stomach was still growling.

Ah well. You can’t catch wolves without sacrificing lambs.

Black opened the cage, grabbed the rat by the tail, and flung it far away.

“Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!”

The rat shrieked in pain, its high-pitched cries instantly catching the chef’s attention.

“Damn rat! Stealing my food again!”

The chef turned as red as if he’d seen an imperial noble, his bushy beard trembling with rage. From somewhere, he pulled out a black kitchen knife.

With a whoosh, he became a blur, dashing toward the rat!

But the rat wasn’t defenseless. Surviving and thriving on a pirate ship meant it was a master of escape. It darted straight into the drain.

The chef stabbed into the drain, blade missing flesh, and kept stabbing deeper—completely distracted.

Only then did Black creep toward the main sail mast.

From his inventory, he pulled out a small explosive, attaching it to the mast. Once lit, the fuse would detonate it—boom—and the mast would snap, leaving the White Pearl powerless against the wind.

Of course, to avoid fire, Black had chosen a low-impact explosive, minimizing collateral damage.

He took a deep breath, lit the fuse, then quickly ducked behind a bulkhead, covering his ears. His heart pounded.

Back on Earth, he’d never done anything this thrilling!

5… 4… 3…

He silently counted down.

At zero—nothing.

No deafening explosion. Just silence.

?

Was the bomb defective? A dud?

Puzzled, he turned to check the bomb—then froze.

In the shadows ahead, a cascade of dark red hair fluttered in the wind. Moonlight silvered her face—was she brighter, or was the moon?

Her small leather boots thudded softly on the deck. Before she even arrived, the sharp, intoxicating scent of red roses reached Black’s nose.

Loyre stood there, holding the small bomb, her expression icy cold.

She’d already pinched out the spark on the fuse.

Game Over.

This was it. Done for.

Black forced a nervous grin, throat dry, before croaking out:

“Ah… the moonlight’s so beautiful tonight~”

“I set up a detection spell array on the sails earlier, just in case. I can sense anyone who approaches.”

Loyre’s beautiful face was frosty, her voice calm.

Crap. He hadn’t expected that!

Even Level 20 novice sorcerers could learn spirit arrays. How could he forget that a Level 40 mid-tier sorceress would have one?

And here he thought he was a top-tier Dragonblood player!

“But I never thought you would be the one to strike. Who sent you? The imperial family? The Round Table Knights?”

She spoke each word like ice shards.

“Doesn’t matter. You like bombs so much? Here—have it back.”

With that, Loyre snapped her fingers. The fuse reignited instantly.

The next moment, she hurled the bomb straight at Black.

He didn’t react in time. Instinctively, he caught it. The stench of gunpowder filled his nose.

Goodbye, cruel world.

Before losing consciousness, Black glanced one last time at the red-haired woman—and suddenly, a burst of character data flashed in his vision.

And in a trance, he whispered, “Loyre… no… Karin von Braun… the one who killed your father… wasn’t from the royal family…”

At the sound of that long-forgotten name, Loyre’s pupils widened in shock. Her face twisted with disbelief.

“Boom!”

The explosion erupted—cutting off the rest of his words.

“You… how… how could you know my real name…?”

Loyre whispered, trembling.

But no one was left to answer.