Arthur was a striking lad, with sharp, handsome features, jet-black hair, and eyes the color of midnight. Yet, his appearance was marred by tattered clothes, dirty from long wear, a testament to his harsh life.
Sunlight, sand, and surf¡ªa scene to inspire a poet. But Arthur found no joy in the picturesque view. This wasn''t the world he belonged to.
Have you ever seen fish the size of a house, capable of swallowing a ship whole? Or beasts in the forest that towered over buildings?
Behind him, the sea mist swirled. Countless pirate ships moved across the water, their silhouettes barely visible.
This wasn''t Earth. This was the world of¡ªOne Piece.
It was Jaya, an island in the first half of the Grand Line¡ªa lawless place beyond the reach of the Marines, a haven for outlaws, pirates, and bounty hunters.
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The thirteen-year-old was Arthur, Seabury D. Arthur. He was not of this world.
Before, back in his old life, he''d been a solitary soul, a bachelor for over two decades. No house, no car, no girlfriend. He was a man with nothing.
After graduating from university, he''d taken up welding, figuring it was a practical skill that would at least keep him fed.
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Life had been decent. He earned enough to get by, with a little extra for weekend drinks. He would dance at the local bars.
Then, one day, it happened. A faulty connection in his welding equipment sent a jolt of electricity through him, ending his life in an instant.
He awoke, surrounded by blackness, filled with a single man''s lingering resentment. He found himself in a new world, and in a new body ¨C that of an eight-year-old boy.
The boy was the descendant of a merchant family of some renown, with a trade route spanning from the Grand Line to the West Blue, navigating between the World Government and the pirate factions.
The thrill of it helped Arthur quickly adapt. He was in the world of his favorite manga, One Piece.
He was now a member of the "D" clan¡ªthe "Natural Enemy of God." Excitement surged through him, banishing sleep for three days. He dreamt of fighting the strongest Marines, of kicking the Yonko off their thrones.
But his fantasies were short-lived. The unpredictable weather of the Grand Line, coupled with the incompetence of the ship''s navigator, delivered a harsh dose of reality.
A torrential downpour and monstrous waves had struck. They smashed the merchant vessel, sending it and most of its crew to a watery grave.
Clinging to a piece of shattered deck, Arthur drifted for days. He finally washed ashore on Jaya.
As a newcomer, he was met with suspicion. Islanders were hostile to him. He found refuge in the sea cave, surviving by scavenging for shellfish, fishing, and setting small traps in the forest.
This harsh existence had continued for five long years.
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Arthur sighed, staring out at the boundless ocean, lost in thought. Then, he began his daily training.
In the world of One Piece, power was everything. You could live without authority, without a single Beli to your name. But you could not live freely without strength.
Only the strong could carve their own path. The weak lived in constant fear, never knowing if they would see the sun rise again.
His training regimen was simple: Push-ups to Strengthen his Arms and Core, frog jumps and squats to build leg power, and weight training to enhance his overall physique.
He dropped to the ground, his hands and feet finding their positions. A large rock was placed on his back, adding weight. He began his push-ups.
"One, two, three, four..."
With each repetition, he focused on his breathing, striving for a steady rhythm.
In this strange world, human limits were pushed. Effort yielded results. The food here was packed with energy.
This was a world of Great Swordsmen, men who could cleave islands in half with a single swing. Powerful warriors could unleash shockwaves with their fists, shatter ships with a kick.
"One hundred and ninety-eight, one hundred and ninety-nine, two hundred..."
Sweat dripped from Arthur''s brow, falling onto the sand. Two hundred push-ups with added weight was hard, especially for a thirteen-year-old.
An ordinary person would be gasping for air, muscles screaming in protest. But Arthur''s breathing was only slightly heavier. His limbs were still steady.
Minutes later, he reached five hundred. His arms finally gave out. The rock tumbled to the ground as he collapsed onto the sand, panting.
Brushing the sand from his tattered clothes, he stood up. His exhausted body had already recovered. His breathing returned to normal, as if he hadn''t just undergone intense exertion.
He attributed this incredible recovery to a perk from his transmigration. Who else could recover from such a workout so fast?
After push-ups, Arthur moved on to frog jumps, hands clasped behind his head. This further developed his leg muscles.
An hour later, he stopped, drenched in sweat. He sat down, enjoying the gentle sea breeze as he contemplated his future.
[2] : The Oceans Current and Wild Ambitions
On the vast ocean, there was no faster path to power than the Devil Fruits.
Ordinary fruits didn''t interest Arthur. Even if he had one, he wouldn''t give it a second glance.
People spouted nonsense, saying things like, "There''s no such thing as the strongest fruit, only the strongest user." It was complete rubbish.
Imagine two geniuses, both with the same effort and talent. Give one a stronger fruit, and that person''s starting line is instantly ahead. Where''s the fairness in that?
Of course, developing a Paramecia fruit took more than just talent. It took a creative mind, a certain spark.
So, Arthur had a plan. He either wouldn''t eat a fruit, or he''d eat the strongest one. And, being familiar with the One Piece story, he knew just which fruits were the strongest.
His top choices were two: the Dark-Dark Fruit, which hadn''t appeared yet, and the Rumble-Rumble Fruit. Both were Logia-type.
The Dark-Dark Fruit''s power was gravity. It could pull everything into nothingness. But it had a fatal flaw: it couldn''t turn the user into their element.
However, any damage could be absorbed, converted into double the pain.
What if the pain exceeded the brain''s limit? Only one outcome: the user would pass out, becoming easy prey.
The biggest issue? Arthur had no idea where it was.
In the original story, it appeared before the year 1520, when Luffy reached the Alabasta Kingdom. It was found by Thatch, the 4th division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates. Then, Marshall D. Teach, Blackbeard, killed him for it.
Right now, it was 1493. The most infamous fruit was either in the New World or hidden somewhere in the Four Blues.
His second choice was on Sky Island: the strongest Logia, not yet eaten by Enel - the Rumble-Rumble Fruit!
Arthur knew where it was. He also knew its terrifying power.
First, lightning was almost as fast as teleportation. It was better for travel than Kizaru''s Glint-Glint Fruit.
Light travels in a straight line. One wrong move, and Kizaru could end up miles away. That''s why he used the Yata no Kagami, to reflect light for directional movement. (Realistically, Kizaru couldn''t reach light speed. If he could, pirates wouldn''t stand a chance.)
But the Rumble-Rumble Fruit was different. Lightning could change direction.
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Then there was electromagnetism. With training, it could be like Shiki''s Float-Float Fruit or Fujitora''s gravity fruit, maybe even stronger.
Don''t forget, lightning generates heat. Just like Charlotte Oven of the Big Mom Pirates, Arthur could use heat to attack.
The extreme heat of a lightning strike could reach ten thousand degrees, ten times hotter than magma.
With its destructive power, it could easily destroy an island. Its electrical waves, combined with Observation Haki, could cover an entire island. And it had piercing and cutting power.
This fruit could do the work of several. Arthur coveted it. It was his, as long as Enel didn''t get to it first.
Based on the timeline, Enel wouldn''t eat it for a while. Arthur had time to get there first.
Enel destroyed his home, Birka. He drove out the God, Gan Fall. He took over and became the new God in the year 1514!
This fruit was nearly flawless. It had top-tier destructive power, speed, and Haki amplification. Only someone like Arthur could truly unlock its potential.
So, after his family''s ship sank, he wasn''t afraid of this lawless island. He was excited.
Blackbeard hid for twenty years on Whitebeard''s ship, all for a slim chance at the Dark-Dark Fruit. Why couldn''t Arthur stake his life on the Rumble-Rumble Fruit?
Arthur was just as ambitious as Blackbeard. He knew the timing of the sky current was near.
He''d waited five years for this. He might be smashed to pieces or he might reach Sky Island and claim the fruit he craved.
No one starts at the top, not even Gods. But the throne in the sky was waiting. The Pirate King would be born in three years. The tide of the era was coming. And Arthur would rise to the very top!
Life or death, it was up to fate!
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Jaya wasn''t a large island. Centuries ago, a sky current had ripped away half of it.
Originally, the island was skull-shaped. The missing part was the top of the skull. What remained were the teeth.
It had two towns: Mock Town, a pirate haven, and a small village nearby with a few hundred people.
The small village survived because of one man, a pirate from the village with a bounty of over one hundred million Beli in the New World. His reputation kept the outlaws of Mock Town away.
Bounties in this era weren''t inflated. They were earned with blood.
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A dense forest split the island. The villagers of the small village made their living by fishing and hunting. They weren''t rich but had enough to eat and wear.
In the forest, Arthur leaped between branches, swinging from thick vines.
He moved like Tarzan.
He was multitasking, thinking about the information he had gathered from the villagers.
According to village legend, the sky current was caused by a giant sea dragon turning over in its sleep.
The timing of the dragon''s movements was unpredictable, but there was a pattern. Arthur had figured out from the pattern that the current was coming soon.
He didn''t believe in sea dragons. He thought it was a giant Sea King or maybe an earthquake. It was just a natural phenomenon.
He reached the beach in front of the village and sat down, taking off the homemade fishing net he carried.
Moments later, a gruff voice broke his thoughts. "Arthur, quit daydreaming! Time to go!"
Arthur stood up, straightening his posture as he brushed the sand off his pants.
In five years, he had integrated into the village, persuading the fishermen to take him to sea.
Of course, he had to contribute. He couldn''t expect them to carry a useless burden.
[3] : The Arrival of the Current and Pirates
"The timing of the current is always shifting¡ªsometimes long, sometimes short. It''s been like that for centuries. If my calculations are right, it''s coming today or tomorrow!"
"Five years. Five long years I''ve waited, playing nice with these villagers. And now, finally, the chance is here. If I succeed, I swear I''ll live free. I''ll never bow down to anyone again."
A sly grin twisted Arthur''s handsome features. His eyes gleamed, holding a fierce, burning ambition.
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On the distant beach, three fishing boats were moored, two or three men on each. Their fishing gear was ready.
Arthur boarded his boat. The anchors were raised, the sails unfurled, and they used the wind to head out to sea.
"Arthur, you''re giving us half your catch today. The village is running low on food." It was Uncle Sam, a large, imposing man missing a tooth, a grin on his face.
Pirates often visited this village, buying up food and supplies.
Uncle Sam and his crew were pirates'' descendants. They had the same greedy blood.
But Arthur didn''t care. He believed in give and take. He had given five years, shared his catches. In return, he got the information he needed: the timing of the current.
Was it a loss? Not at all. To Arthur, it was a perfect deal.
If he didn''t need them, he would have punched Uncle Sam and knocked out his remaining teeth.
"Sure thing... I can''t eat it all anyway. Take as much as you want!" Arthur smiled, hiding the rage boiling inside him.
''Soon,'' he thought, ''Once I get the fruit, I won''t have to take this anymore!''
The three fishing boats sailed swiftly, helped by the wind. Uncle Sam threw a huge net into the sea, his powerful arms making it look easy.
Arthur watched with trepidation, his eyes twitching. He suspected Uncle Sam was no ordinary man. That strength was beyond even his own.
It was one reason he had endured the villagers'' greed.
The world of One Piece was full of hidden talents. Many powerful people lived quiet lives, disguised as ordinary citizens.
The year was 1493. The New World was a storm of activity.
But only three people stood at the peak.
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There was "Golden Lion" Shiki, captain of the Golden Lion Pirates, also known as the "Flying Pirate." There was Edward Newgate, "Whitebeard," captain of the Whitebeard Pirates. And there was Gol D. Roger, captain of the Roger Pirates.
Others, like the "Dark King," Silvers Rayleigh, were powerful but a step below. Even the famous "Red Count," Patrick Redfield wasn''t quite on their level, though his individual strength was top-tier.
These men were legends. The future Yonko were not yet established. Kaido and Big Mom might have been active, but Arthur hadn''t heard of them.
The current Marine Fleet Admiral was Kong. "Iron Fist" Garp was a Vice Admiral. Admiral Sengoku and Admiral Zephyr were at their peak.
And there were the monstrous newcomers: Sakazuki, Borsalino, and Kuzan!
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This era was far more exciting than the later years. If Arthur didn''t make his mark now, he''d be a disgrace to all transmigrators.