2 How can i survive ?

I'll make even more words for the next one, I hope !

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A whole week had passed, and the days were still as exhausting as ever. I worked tirelessly, seeking to gather as much information as possible. Fortunately, all my efforts had not been in vain, as I had managed to uncover the current date: it was the year 1476. According to my calculations, I had about 10 years left before the Godvalley incident.

I spent long hours contemplating my situation in this new world and devised an ambitious plan: to explore the mysterious Sky Islands on my own, visit legendary places like Marineford, discover the One Piece, and journey through fascinating locations such as Enies Lobby. But above all, what I desired the most was to become a formidable fighter, capable of demolishing entire cities with a single punch, like Garp, or reducing an island to ashes in a clash, much like the legendary Roger or Whitebeard.

However, to achieve this goal, I first needed to escape from this ship... Why had I chosen to start my reincarnation at such a high difficulty level? Fortunately, I had already begun training. Before sleeping, I engaged in intense weightlifting sessions, despite the accumulated fatigue during the day. The results were already visible: my abs were sculpted like never before, my legs grew stronger, and my triceps and biceps were well-defined. It was as if my body was naturally predisposed to become powerful. I wondered if it was the influence of the world of One Piece that transformed every individual who set foot in it. Already, I was capable of performing one-handed vertical push-ups, an achievement I could never have accomplished just a few days ago.

Another crucial piece of information was the origin of the pirates who had captured me: they hailed from the East Blue, considered the weakest sea. With a little optimism and intensive training, I should be able to extricate myself from this situation within a few months. I had already encountered the captain of the crew, a towering colossus measuring 2.5 meters with an impressive physique. I had also observed him in combat, and based on my analysis, he possessed immense strength, capable of lifting a car without any difficulty. This realization worried me somewhat, as I had no knowledge of fighting. I had never fought before.

Suddenly, an old man approached me and said, "Young one, the chief's victory feast is about to begin. Everyone can take a break tonight, so come join us." This old man, named Harold, had also given me advice on my situation. A former peasant captured for reasons he kept to himself, he had taught me to meditate to alleviate my mental fatigue before sleep. I was grateful to him because this practice helped me feel better when it was time to rest.

But for now, the important thing was the upcoming feast. I expected a festive atmosphere with plentiful alcohol, but I was somewhat disappointed. There was almost nothing left to drink, and disputes even broke out among the crew members over who would have the last bottle. It was truly a crew of misfits. Some sailors sang songs of famous pirates, while others shared stories of their past adventures. I listened attentively, trying to learn as much as possible about the pirate life.

Suddenly, the captain spoke up, "Dear crew members, as you may have noticed, I have recruited peasants, women, children, and even animals into our crew. All of this serves a specific purpose: from today onwards, every day will be marked by a battle! We shall entertain ourselves!" Thus, I understood that the pirates were truly ruthless individuals, willing to kill their own without mercy. I wondered if I would be mentally capable of it, if I too could take a life. The prospect seemed dreadful, but I knew I had to prepare for it.

Then, the captain made an announcement that sent a chilling silence throughout, "Who wishes to begin? The first one will face a black wolf." No one aboard the ship volunteered. I understood their hesitation, but I also knew that I had to become accustomed to killing, no matter the cost. So, summoning my courage, I stepped forward to the center of the ship, locking eyes with the black wolf that stood over a meter tall. I was frightened, but I felt prepared. If I couldn't risk my life here and now, I would never be able to do so in the future. Life was a matter of choices, and I wouldn't let a single one slip through my fingers.

My determination was astounding, even to the crew members. A bluish aura seemed to emanate from my eyes, ready to devour everything in its path. In this moment of extreme tension, I recalled Harold's words about the need to stay calm and focused. I closed my eyes and meditated for a few seconds to recenter myself and find my inner strength. When I opened my eyes, a determined gleam shone in my gaze, as if a new power had awakened within me. I was ready to face the black wolf and prove my worth within this ruthless crew.