Dwarves Must Die

“Admit it. You can’t stand those arrogant dwarf nobles.” “They’re different from us. We can’t share their feelings, and our logic is worlds apart. There’s no way we can coexist.” “So it’s time to reclaim our ancestors’ tradition: fight, fight, fight!” “Fight on the Cursed Isles, fight in the mist, fight on the open sea. Fight for freedom, even if it means laying waste to the land and burning the oceans dry.” “Freedom, unto death!” A Selection of Levi’s Sayings Levi transmigrated. The good news: he awakened a golden finger. The bad news: this was a world of great voyages, but not the familiar world of pirates. It was a mysterious realm transformed by a great flood. The even worse news: the world’s overlords, the dwarves, had set their sights on him. And the worst news of all: the waters were full of bizarre creatures covered in tentacles, constantly whispering things no one could understand. “Old Croc attacked us, and now the dwarves want in on the action? Then let’s fight! Hoist the sails! We’re heading east to conquer the dwarves!” “Captain, we’ve captured the entire dwarf fleet. Should we…” “I’m no bloodthirsty brute. Pass on my orders: anyone shorter than an anchor gets spared!” “What do you mean, all the dwarves are shorter than the anchor? When did I say the anchor was standing upright? Lay it flat!” “Tremble, dwarves! The one coming for you now is the great enlightener of freedom, captain of the Wailing Leviathan, heir to the Mist Society, master of the Ghost Domain, hidden lord of the sun and moon beneath the deep sea, forging god who wields relics, culprit behind the Great Flood, Levi Valesca Sanchez!”