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One Piece: Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2025-06-23 23:36:31 +0000 UTC---
"Ah~ this is life…" I lazily stretched as I woke up from my nap—surrounded by the fluffy white clouds of my sky island. I was a little hungry, so I stopped the laziness, stood up, and jumped down. The cloud stairs instantly changed into a slide leading toward my hotel.
"Wooohoooo!" No matter how many times I do it, it's still fun.
You see, it has been a week or so since I gained a new body, and I gotta say life has been very comfortable. I’ve been having the time of my life just relaxing and playing around, especially after I tested out my new body—and boy, did I get surprised. Still, that was like six days ago.
You see, on my first day here, after I’d tanned and relaxed for a while, I went back to my new hotel to shower and get something to eat. It was only after I ate about thrice what I normally eat for a meal—which is a lot—that I noticed this little detail: I *shouldn’t* be able to eat that much, especially not in a new body that hadn’t been trained.
That’s just how it is. The amount of food you eat is proportional to the amount of energy your body requires. If you are weak and eat a lot, then you’ll become a fatso. If you are strong and don’t eat, then you become a weakling. So yeah, if you are strong and want to keep that strength constantly at its peak, you have to eat a lot of food—at least that’s how I know it to be. So I needed to check this new body of mine.
And so I wished for a training room to test things out.
Anyway, the room itself wasn’t that impressive, partly because I didn’t need it to be and partly because no one else besides me was using it—and also because I didn’t put much thought into it. But that’s not important.
Anyway, only after about three hours of extreme testing did I discover that my new body had almost all the characteristics of my last one: my insane regeneration, extreme strength, extreme control, extreme durability, etc.—all back.
That *shouldn’t* be possible—because most of these characteristics were acquired during the experiments. So while pondering the reason for this, I wished to know why this happened.
Oh, believe me, it wasn’t that I was a genius at utilizing my skills—especially one so recently acquired. No. What happened was—I was just racking my brain theorizing and trying to figure out how this happened when I frustratingly blurted out:
"Ugh, I wish I just knew the reason without having to come up with ridiculous theories!"
That, ladies and gentlemen, is how I found out that my soul took almost all the prominent characteristics of my previous body because, as it turns out, my soul *does* that.
In hindsight, this should have been obvious to me since I didn’t feel any weakness in my new body, but I guess that just didn’t come to mind at the time.
Anyhow, after that, I just did what anyone in my place would have done if they found out they could just wish to know something: I wished to know *everything* about my reincarnation and skills.
That was a bad idea. It wasn’t the headache I felt when the information poured into my head that clued me in—no. It was the existential dread I felt when I tried to understand the information that was shoved into my mind that finally snapped me out of my stupidity. I quickly wished the information I couldn’t understand—locked in my mind—to be automatically unlocked when I’m ready. Still, that didn’t mean I didn’t get anything useful.
There were three things I actually understood from all the gibberish left in my head:
1. I didn’t actually meet an all-powerful being after death but wandered into a newly born dimension outside of my previous reality after being kicked out for some reason. Anyway, being the first to enter said dimension automatically made me the owner and configured it to my liking.
Here’s where it gets tricky: because I was kicked out of my reality, the dimension couldn’t connect to it either, so it had to search for another one. But my dimension was a newly born one; it didn’t have the power to connect to just any reality it wanted, so the solution was finding dying, separated, desperate, independent, or weak realities/worlds and connecting to them.
2. My soul wasn’t powerful enough to continue living inside my dimension, seeing as it lost its core identity memories—and no, even with my newly merged memories, I can tell those are missing. Like, I know I was a good son, a good brother, etc., but *who was I outside these*? What did I enjoy doing? What was my name? How was my temperament? These things were missing—so I instinctively did something to solve the problem: I wished for reincarnation.
3. The being I met was actually a projection made by the dimension out of my deep thoughts, as it set the tone for what kind of thing my dimension would become—which, in my case, is raw, unfiltered potential. Anyway, the skills I got? Those were the things I unconsciously thought had the most potential, and so I got them.
The rest of the information—about how that actually happens, the process of it, etc.—that’s with the information package sealed within my mind.
Still, I now at least know the minimum and could actually guess where the energy I use for my wishes comes from, how I would travel between worlds, and what kind of worlds I would travel to.
This would explain some of the differences I found between my memories and the reality I lived in.
‘Sigh, that was a long day’
From that day until now, I didn’t do much. I just lazed around and chilled for a change. I didn’t have much to do: no organization structuring, no celestial pig killing, no navy terrorizing, no slave rescuing… truly, I was living in bliss.
Still, I don’t want to remember all that I’ve done this soon. There was a reason the World Government wanted my execution to be public and shown to the whole world—I was a menace that made Rocks D. Xebec look like an angel—at least to the World Government.
Anyway, I don’t actually know how long it has been since my execution. It could be a day, and it could have been a year. The space-time in this world is kind of flexible, so anything is possible.
Still, it would be good if it has been more than a year. At least that way, when I go out to the world, I’d find out how the Revolutionary Army is doing without me.
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