1 The Beginning

In this story, I don't accept the yonko versus admiral debate, it's more than obvious that yonko are much stronger than an admiral, according to my expertise, an admiral is about the same level as a yonko's second

I'd like to make it clear that this story isn't serious, so please don't attack me... but I'll do my best not to destroy the universe that is one piece and the incredible powers of sung jin woo. By the way, I can't wait for the solo leveling video game, you?

if you have any information that can help my story, please let me know, I look forward to it!

the next chapters will be longer

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I'm Ash, i have always been passionate about anime. Since my early childhood, these animated works have illuminated my life, offering fantastic escapes from my daily routine. I grew up in the comfort of a warm home, surrounded by a loving family that nurtured my overflowing imagination. The hours passed by, absorbed in captivating storylines and the wonderful worlds that these cartoons introduced me to.

In this fulfilling routine, I even had the fortune of experiencing a romantic relationship. Unfortunately, my girlfriend betrayed me, shattering the trust we had built together. However, I carry within me the memories of the happy moments we shared, despite this bitter betrayal.

That day started like any other. Nothing foreshadowed the tragic fate that awaited me. Suddenly, an out-of-control truck violently crashed into my head. My body dispersed, bursting like a smashed tomato sauce can, spilling its crimson liquid in a macabre ballet. My death came swiftly and mercilessly, at the innocent age of 17.

Curiously, I am not overwhelmed by sadness or disappointment. A deep conviction had always resided within me, persuading me that my life held relative value. Thus, I welcome it with peaceful acceptance. However, pain pierces my heart when I think of my father, mother, and sister, who will have to face the sudden absence I leave behind.

Ash woke up with difficulty, blinded by the cold water dripping from his face. His mind clouded by confusion, he found himself in a cramped and inhospitable place. A macabre aura hung in the air, permeating every corner of the room. The grimy walls appeared to be coated with a viscous substance, and a nauseating stench of decay filled the stifling atmosphere. The only sources of light were thin cracks in the dilapidated wood, allowing pale and ghostly beams of light to penetrate.

A shiver of horror ran down Ash's spine as he realized that the room he was in was nothing more than a confined space on a ship. The unstable floor swayed beneath his feet, as if the waves themselves were trying to unbalance him. He was both fascinated and terrified by this realization. How was it possible that he was alive when he was convinced he had perished? Questions raced through his mind, but before he could find answers, his attention was captured by a towering man, two meters tall, who stared at him with a hateful expression.

In a hoarse voice, the man disdainfully commanded, "Go work, slave! It's already 9 o'clock in the morning!" Ash felt trapped by the rage and hostility emanating from this intimidating individual. Although he did not understand how or why he ended up there, he reluctantly submitted and headed towards the spot pointed out by the man, starting to scrub and clean the floor in a constant state of astonishment.

Each stroke of the cloth served as a reminder of his physical condition. His body, resembling that of an eight-year-old child with black hair, blue eyes, and an innocent gaze, was in stark contrast to the relentless reality that surrounded him. Fatigue seized him after an hour of relentless toil. His aching muscles and short breath attested to the hardships of his work. Yet, he persisted, unable to resist the relentless pressure weighing on him.

After another two hours, Ash finally heard the voice announcing a short break. He hurriedly moved away from his cleaning station and approached an old man, desperately seeking answers to his questions. The response he received stunned him: "We are in the East Blue Sea, aboard a pirate ship..." In a matter of moments, the truth imposed itself upon him with striking clarity. He was now immersed in the captivating universe of One Piece.

A glimmer of hope mingled with fear shone in Ash's eyes. He had always dreamt of living an epic adventure like the ones he had seen in anime. Now, he was immersed in this fantastical universe, but the reality of pirate life wasn't as glamorous as in the stories. He would have to face unknown dangers.

As the pirate ship continued its course through the tumultuous waters, Ash stood on the deck, the wind gently brushing his face. A determined smile formed on his lips as he gazed at the endless horizon, ready to embark on an adventure that would change his life forever. A new chapter of his story had just begun, and Ash was prepared to write the narrative, step by step, episode after episode, in the vibrant and thrilling world of One Piece.