The Pirates ransacked the entire village, but they gained very little from their trip; the villagers seemed to have known they were coming and had vanished without a trace, even their food and other supplies were nowhere to be found.
Ultimately, the Pirates, having gained almost nothing, burned down some coastal houses and then hastily departed.
In the mountains outside the village, the villagers watched their burning home, a look of relief on their faces.
"We really owe it to Isaac."
"Yes, if it weren't for Isaac, we would have been killed by the Pirates long ago."
"It's just amazing how that kid Isaac could really predict these guys' arrival in advance."
"Are there not enough amazing things on this vast sea?"
"You're right, hahahaha."
"It's a shame we have to rebuild our houses again."
"Thank you, little Isaac." The elderly village chief affectionately stroked Isaac's soft black hair.
The village chief's praise made the purple-eyed little boy named Isaac a bit overwhelmed. "This...this is what I should do..."
A golden-haired woman, beautiful enough to make one's mind wander, picked up little Isaac and kissed his pinkish-white, slightly chubby cheeks a few times. "Our Isaac is the best. Now, let's go home."
"Mmm~" The Child in her arms responded like a cat, his magnificent purple eyes filled with joy. He knew he would have delicious apple pie tonight.
Back home, or more accurately, in front of the ruins of their home, the golden-haired beauty waved her arms and said with great enthusiasm, "Let's go, Isaac!"
"Okay!" The exquisitely sculpted little boy also responded in a childish voice, then stepped forward, and with his small hands, he actually picked up a wooden roof beam, three or four meters high and over a meter thick, and tossed it aside, seemingly without effort.
"Well done, Isaac!" The golden-haired beauty kissed her son again and walked towards the ruins. "Phew—luckily they didn't discover the cellar, otherwise Mama and I would have starved."
After a busy half-day for the Mama and Child, a simple wooden house was built.
"Alright, my cute Isaac, go to Uncle Kahn's house and get some apples." The golden-haired beauty dotingly stroked her son's soft hair.
"Okay!" Isaac was very happy; he would definitely have sweet and soft apple pie today.
"Uncle Kahn! My Mama wants some apples for apple pie!" At this time, Isaac was only three years old, all pink and tender, like a beautiful porcelain doll, very lovable.
"Okay, I'll go right now!" Uncle Kahn's house was relatively far from the coast; the Pirates, to avoid being caught by the Marine, did not venture deep into this not-so-large island.
"Hehehe, my cute Isaac~" Uncle Kahn's ten-year-old daughter, Amy, really liked this little brother. Seeing her father leave, she immediately ran over and started kissing and nibbling Isaac. "Isaac~ why are you so cute~ Come on~ Don't resist, let older sister give you lots of kisses."
"Wuwuwu..." Isaac was kissed speechless, but he couldn't do anything about it. He knew his strength was too great, and he didn't want to hurt Amy.
"Amy, you really like Isaac, don't you? Why don't you marry Isaac someday?" Amy's Mama walked over with a smile.
"That's not impossible." Amy finally stopped kissing Isaac but still held him. Isaac had innate monstrous strength, his muscle density was much greater than ordinary people's, and he weighed more than children his age. Amy, a ten-year-old Child, couldn't carry him. In fact, Isaac's mother could only hold him for a short while.
"Apples are here!" Uncle Kahn came carrying a sack of apples. "Come, little Isaac, I heard you're very strong. Come, try it. If you can pick it up, I'll give you this whole bag of apples, but don't force it, don't hurt yourself."
"Mm!" Isaac nodded his small head vigorously. It seemed he would have apples for several days to come.
Isaac stood before a bag of apples as tall as him, instantly filled with fighting spirit. With a double-handed embrace, Isaac lifted the bag of apples, much to Uncle Kahn's surprise.
"Oh my, little ancestor, you're really strong! Quick, quick, give it to me, don't hurt yourself." Uncle Kahn hastily took the bag of apples; it was not light.
Actually, Isaac felt nothing at this moment; it was just a bag of apples.
"See? I told you little Isaac was very strong." Amy stood with her hands on her hips, looking very proud, as if she were the strong one.
"Alright, little Isaac, let's go to your house now." Uncle Kahn carried the apples on his right shoulder and, holding Isaac's left hand, walked towards Isaac's house by the sea. Although Isaac's great strength had been proven, in Uncle Kahn's eyes, Isaac was still a Child and needed protection.
Author: A newbie writing for the first time. I'm about to take my college entrance exam, so updates can only be sporadic. Please understand.
Retracting the above sentence, my college entrance exam is now over, and updates will be stable.