Roar~~
Tigers roared, elephants stomped heavily, and all kinds of fierce beasts fled from the depths of the island.
It was as if some terrifying existence lay within.
Before long, a figure stepped out.
He was 183 cm tall, 19 years old, and exceptionally handsome.
"Year 1519 of the Sea Circle Calendar... It's time to set sail."
In his previous life, his parents had died, and he lived alone in a rented room, writing One Piece fanfiction.
One afternoon, during a nap, he suddenly woke up and found himself on this island.
Beside him appeared a Devil Fruit.
He gave himself the name Chris.
At that moment, he jumped into the air, floating silently as he looked down over the island.
"Fourteen years of hard training..."
Chris's thoughts drifted back to everything he had experienced on this island.
He had transmigrated here at the age of five and eaten the Repel-Repel Fruit, training diligently every day...
Now, it was time to leave—to make his name known across the vast sea.
Chris slowly opened his arms, his gaze turning cold. He uttered in a low voice:
"Shinra Tensei!"
A white energy ring appeared and rapidly expanded outward.
The whole space lit up.
Rumble~~
The island trembled continuously, and the cries of animals echoed one after another...
Gradually, the light faded.
Below, the island was gone, replaced by a bowl-shaped depression in the sea.
Soon, seawater poured in, filling the gap.
"My first target: the Goddess of Luck, Baccarat."
She wasn't very strong, but her Devil Fruit ability was insanely powerful.
She played a crucial role in his upcoming plans.
There could be no mistakes!!
"Repel Space."
Without hesitation, Chris's figure flashed and disappeared, heading toward the South Blue.
In his past life, he had been a One Piece fan and knew that Baccarat was born in a small town in the South Blue.
Speaking of which, the Repel-Repel Fruit was truly too powerful.
Chris had developed many techniques using its traits.
From the all-repelling Shinra Tensei, to the teleporting Repel Space...
One Day Later
South Blue, Nasika Town
At the harbor, a large ship was docked. Many workers were busy on it.
"Big Sis Baccarat, just three more days and our pirate ship will be ready!"
"Can't wait to set sail and hunt for treasure!"
"With Big Sis Baccarat leading us, we're bound to live the good life, hahaha!"
"The sea is where real men belong! I've been wanting to set sail forever, yaaaah~~"
Baccarat waved her hand and scolded them good-naturedly.
"I've told you all many times—the captain of this ship won't be me."
"We're not strong enough. That's why I'm leading you all to sea—to find the true owner of this ship."
She gently shook her head and said with emotion, "Sailing the seas without enough power is basically suicide."
Just then, a calm voice echoed from the sky:
"Looking for someone strong?"
"I wonder if I qualify."
"My goddess of luck, Baccarat."
Shock.
Everyone on the ship jumped in fright and quickly looked up.
There, standing atop the mast, was a young man.
Dressed in black, arms crossed, face calm and composed.
A faint but overwhelming aura radiated from him!!
"Who are you, and why are you—"
Before the crewmate could finish speaking, Baccarat cut him off.
"Silence!"
Everyone respected her, so they all turned to look at her and fell quiet.
Ignoring their stares, Baccarat bowed slightly toward the figure on the mast.
Her pretty face was filled with a radiant smile, and she spoke with joy:
"Captain, Baccarat has waited a long time for you. Welcome."
From the moment Chris appeared, her instincts had told her—
This was the strong man she had been waiting for.
No doubt, Baccarat trusted her instincts.
Because her Lucky-Lucky Fruit had never failed her.
"What!!"
"He's our captain? That's impossible!"
"Big Sis Baccarat, you're kidding, right? You can't be serious."
"You brats better shut it. Big Sis Baccarat ain't someone who makes mistakes. Anyone who doubts her, I'll beat them myself."
"That's right! Even if the captain is young, he must be a real powerhouse! Hehehe…"
"We've got a captain now! Woohoo~~"
Chris still stood with his arms crossed, expressionless, calm and collected as ever.
Unshakably domineering.
He had already expected this outcome and felt no excitement.
With Baccarat's Devil Fruit, she would surely see that he was powerful.
As long as she wasn't a fool, she would know what to choose.
With this, the first goal was accomplished.
Next up: the second goal—recruit more crew and expand his forces.
All of this had been carefully planned long before setting sail...
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