One Piece (1)

In his deathbed filled with negative influences, Ozymandias was calm and accepting of what was happening but at the same time Ozymandias could not stand it the powerlessness of his body, unable to do anything but accept as he falls deeper on a dream of rebirth at the farthest end of time.

Until he was suddenly hurled away with a tug of a string as he jolted out from his dreamlike state.

There he was kneeling in an unfamiliar place, unlike the lone and level sands that stretch far away. It was cold with white snow, the white mountains reach toward the skies, the auroras in the distance, a thriving crop field in the blizzard snow but in the distance was a pillar of dark smoke that tainted the skies, he blinked for a second and now he was in the center of it all, screams of bloody murder all around with flames raging throughout the kingdom, men and women fighting with blades and some with a stick with metal pipes that emits a thunderous sound, in a distance a woman with strange magical powers emits lightning in her palms and she was fighting a man with a black metal sheen throughout his body.

He was still kneeling in the ground and found himself unable to control his motor functions as more and more people arrived surrounding him until he felt another tug in his soul as he received the memory of a king called Darius Frederick, he was a man of focus, commitment and sheer fucking will, a wise, strong and peaceful king. He raised his kingdom in an isolated island covered with mountains, forests full of dangerous beasts, poisonous-carnivorous plants and blizzards all year round. All of it started from his years as the son of a village elder until he was an old man, he was there every step of the way. He is centered, he is decisive, he lives with integrity, he protects his realm, he provides order, he creates and inspires creativity in others, he blesses the lives of others. Even with all the disadvantages he pushed through them all and created his kingdom and even conquered the mountains, the forests and the cold blizzards but in the end, he was defeated by a fleet of New World pirates seeking to destroy whatever was in their path for fun, it was unknown on how did they survive the blizzard raging waters of cold sharp icicles, spiky shore, glaciers and icy monsters underwater.

By the time Ozymandias was done assimilating with the king before him he regained his focus towards the pirate's leader who was speaking to him a while ago along the lines of killing, hanging or decapitation, he was still calm and unable to move even a single muscle, this went for a long time until he was impaled in the back with a icicle covered in armament haki, burned, hacked, shot, diced, dismembered, gutted with the leader going in for the kill by decapitation, with his head flying away from his body he heard the words "Long live the king." and everything went black.

It is a familiar feeling, back towards the transient sleep but he was now in control of this dream-like state so he tried testing things and as time goes on, he made the world of sand as well as the world of snow as a reminder of the fallen king. He was practicing, making things, writing, contemplating, thinking, assimilating with the previous king's memories and making ideas as the time passes as there was nothing to do.

It was only after a long long time where he felt a tug in his soul so he prepared himself for an experience but what he saw was a familiar place. It was the blizzard ridden land from what seem to be many of years after the slaughter as the kingdom was no more, covered and scattered by the winds and snow, it was now a desolate place overgrown with trees that stretch towards the skies and vegetation that has overgrown and covered the trunks and branches of the trees.

He was not surprised by the amount of time that has passed but he was surprised by now having control over it, he checked his body for any disturbances but he was moving perfectly and one more thing, he was now armed with an armor and a massive glaive in one hand, he was also in a constant disintegration, fire, smoke and reassembling, it is a feeling he cannot describe as if the world of living is not compatible with him around and trying to pull him back to the dead, he ignored all of it and proceeded to find a water source.

Within a minute he reached for the water he saw his reflection or to be precise there was none, then he checked for more, he has no shadow and he was missing a head so he went towards the tugging feeling that he ignored the first time around. There it was, a pyramid like temple in the middle of the jungle, from there he went inside where he found many skulls of what seem to be his former citizens, he stopped for a minute and prayed for their passing and went deeper inside the temple where he finally found a blazing helm and as if a gut feeling beckoned it to come and so it did fly and went to his side waiting for him to hold it and he did and put the head back to it's original place.

Like magic he shrunk and transformed into his human form where he didn't feel any problems whatsoever so he felt good and proceeded to go to a room where he found a throne and a room beside it, he decided to ignore it and went towards the throne and sat on it.

Fruit:

Human-human model Ruined King

Ruined king + Dullahan + Spirit of Vengeance + Necrons + Litch King