1 Chapter 1: Arrival
[System Activated, Game Starting.]
'Am I dreaming? Who is speaking?'
In a daze, Ed tried to turn over, wanting to use a pillow to cover his head. However, in the next instant, a sharp pain pierced through his consciousness, making him jump.
"Ah! It hurts! My head hurts! What the heck? Did I fall off the bed in the middle of the night, or did I land on the back of my head first?"
Ed suddenly opened his eyes, and his familiar ceiling was gone, replaced by a completely unfamiliar one.
"Is this a… dream?"
A series of hammering pains from the back of his head made Ed extremely irritated. Furrowing his brows, he propped himself up with determination and surveyed the surroundings.
Dim yellow lights, barely illuminating the room. Stone walls were stacked, and to his right were two huge square windows. A slightly damp breeze blew in from the windows, carrying a faint salty smell. Outside the windows, it was pitch black.
Where is this?
What time is it now?
I'll probably be late for work tomorrow, won't I?
Ed subconsciously reached for his phone, and suddenly his body stiffened.
Gone, my phone is gone... (The greatest panic for an individual from the 21st century.)
His head suddenly started to ache again, and a complex flow of information surged from the depths of his mind.
After a while, Ed finally figured out the ins and outs of the situation.
"The Grand Line, the World Government, the Red Line… Did I transmigrate into 'One Piece'?"
Ed looked up at the ceiling, his face expressionless.
Can't make it to work tomorrow, there goes my perfect attendance...
To hell with the perfect attendance award!
Crossed over, ah!
Ed gently shook his head, feeling a slight gap in his memories. He wasn't clear about the specific experiences of his original self, only recalling some basic worldly knowledge.
Such as time, location, and characters.
In the year 1495 of the Sea Calendar, on an unnamed secret island under the World Government's command, and his name Adrian.
The original self was an orphan of war adopted by the World Government. The memories of the past had many gaps. Apart from a few basic facts, there were only vague recollections of a miserable childhood and challenging training moments.
Around the age of thirteen or fourteen, fair-skinned with black hair and eyes, he vaguely resembled his past self, maintaining the average appearance level for a genuine reader.
"Not bad, at least I haven't turned into some non-human species... Hmm, by the way, did I just hear something?"
Suddenly, a semi-illusory line of blue light appeared before him.
[Do you want to start the game?]
"System?!" Ed felt a surge of excitement within, "Activate, first check personal information."
A suddenly unfolding, semi-transparent blue light screen appeared in front of his empty gaze. It had a futuristic feel and didn't hinder his vision at all.
Name: Adrian (Ed)
Race: Human
Template: NPC (1.0 version public beta countdown: three years)
Level: 1
Experience: 0
Main Occupation: Civilian LV1 (0/50)
Secondary Occupation: None
Personal Attributes: Strength 3, Agility 7, Endurance 4, Intelligence 6, Charm 5, Luck 1
(Note: In the world of One Piece, the standard attributes for adult males are 5 points, and Luck is 1 point)
Free Attribute Points: 0
Skill Points: 0
Health Points: 20% (Brain trauma, hunger, severe weakness)
Stamina Points: 100%
Energy Points: Not activated
Expertise: None
Skills: None
Legend Points: 0
Equipment: None
System panel, it seems this is my cheat code.
Just as Ed, or Adrian as he preferred to be called, carefully studied personal information, he quickly noticed some unusual things.
NPC template? 1.0 version public beta countdown?
Adrian furrowed his brow, instantly realizing a few things.
First, I most likely did not cross over to the world of "One Piece", but rather to the world of "Game: One Piece," and it is unclear whether other people have also been digitized.
Second, I crossed over and became an NPC, and I have a system panel. This is very good news because I can grow rapidly like a player, without worrying about things like racial constraints and power bottlenecks. However, correspondingly, NPCs are not players; this is the real world for me, like everyone here, I only have one life.
Three, the corresponding time for the public beta countdown is three years later, which is in the year 1498 of the Sea Calendar.
Any fan of pirates would be well aware of what happened that year: Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King, was executed by the Marines. Before his death, he exclaimed 'ONE PIECE,' officially ushering in the era of the Great Pirate Age.
Now, it seems that along with the era of the Great Pirate, there also emerged the group known as the 'Fourth Calamity.'
Players, original plot...
Adrian fell into contemplation. In this instant, several vague thoughts flashed through his mind, but constrained by the current situation, they could only linger in the stage of ideas.
There are still three years until the public beta. Before the players arrive, Adrian has three years to develop. This is the only piece of good news that brings ease to Adrian.
Adrian is more aware than anyone in this world of the destructive power of the players. The Fourth Catastrophe, synonymous with chaos and madness...
"Clang!"
At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and several oddly dressed individuals walked in from outside. Due to the dim light, it was difficult to see their faces clearly, but from their twisted and strange silhouettes, it could be sensed that these individuals were definitely not ordinary humans.
"How is this kid doing?" The long-haired woman at the forefront inquired to those around her. Her sharp and hoarse voice gave him an uncomfortable feeling.
"It seems he has already passed the critical period. I originally thought he was beyond saving." A middle-aged doctor in a white coat replied. He looked at Adrian, and in his scrutinizing gaze, there was an evident shade of surprise.
Adrian endured the dryness in his throat and hoarsely asked, "Who are you?"
"Hmm? Is there an issue with his memory?" the woman with long hair exclaimed in surprise.
"It's somewhat normal," the middle-aged doctor walked over to examine Adrian's condition. "After all, he hit his head, and the back of the head is a fragile area. Not becoming a fool is already considered a good outcome."
"Forget it, as long as you're not dead." The woman with long hair no longer hesitated. She quickly walked up to Adrian, looking down at him from a higher vantage point. "Kid, I am a member of the world government's secret spy agency CP9, responsible for training tasks for you little brats on this island. My code name is Kumadori Yamanbako."
Taking this opportunity, Adrian got a clear look at the woman's appearance.
In her thirties or forties, with waist-length light pink hair, dressed in a black women's suit, her mature and hot figure seemed as if it would burst out of her clothes. What left a deep impression was her cold temperament, like a dangerous beauty snake choosing its prey.
After expressing a slight nod of respect, Adrian immediately fell into contemplation.
'Kumadori Yamanbako, isn't this the mother of the comical kabuki CP9 member, Kumadori from the Water 7 Arc? How did she end up looking like that when she was young?'
Oh, right, this person seems to be a super assassin! Managed to safely live until the time when Luffy set sail...
Recalling the appearance of the elderly Kumadori Yamanbako, Adrian couldn't help but shudder.
To be honest, Oda the old thief's attitude towards old women is really a bit too bad!!!
But then again, such a good-looking woman, it's a pity about her mouth...
Kumadori Yamanbako was unaware of Adrian's inner thoughts. She continued in her sharp, thin, and hoarse unpleasant voice, "You failed in the training. I thought that would eliminate a useless burden like you, but unexpectedly, you survived. Now, I'll give you three days to recover, and after three days, resume your training!"
Three days?
Or training at the level of CP9?
I'm just a level 1 newbie!
Adrian, who had recovered his senses, chuckled inwardly. The current survival environment is indeed quite harsh!
