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One piece: Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2025-06-13 16:09:54 +0000 UTCChoice paralysis is what happens to someone when they have too many choices. It’s also what’s happening to me right now.
I’ve been floating here for a while now. You see, now that I can wish something into existence, I find myself feeling frozen for some reason—especially after I wished for a perfect body for my soul. I ended up somewhere in the ocean, drifting away.
I didn’t think I’d have this issue, especially not after all the things I’ve been through and achieved—But here we are.
It all started when I wished for my soul to materialize somewhere in the same world with the perfect body. Do you know what someone who’s so used to their body tearing itself apart constantly for years would feel when they suddenly have a perfect body? First, bliss. Then, confusion. Then, they’d try to pinch themselves to see if their body still feels pain. Only after that does the rest of the emotions—positive and negative—get to take their turns…
I’m speaking from experience here. It’s been hours since I gained my new body. I’ve been through every feeling a human can feel and settled on stillness.
I know that all of this is in my head, but no matter how strong I’ve been before, the moment I gained my new body, my feelings dialed up to ten instantly. I mean, my Conqueror’s Haki has been going wild for hours now. The whole area under my influence has been through my emotional roller coaster.
And now that I’ve settled on stillness, I have no idea what to actually do when I can do anything by just wishing it.
I don’t want to go back to the Revolutionary Army—it doesn’t need me anymore. I made sure of that.
I don’t want to take my previous identity either— The Devil: Joy D. Marcus —is already dead. His death served its purpose: planting the idea of revolution into the minds of everyone in the world.
I’ve had my revenge already. I’ve killed so many Celestial Dragons that they were banned from leaving Mariejois by their Elders for years now—And that was just the immediate revenge—The rest of it will have to wait until some years later, so I can finally kill the rest. I need them to repopulate first.
*…Inhale… Exhale…*
Taking deep breaths while floating in the cold waters of the ocean is so relaxing.
Okay, now I’m finally calm.
I guess it took some time for my soul to fully sync with my body—perfect or not—especially after unlocking my previous life’s memories and gaining my new skills.
Alright, now what to do?
- “Should I leave the world?” No.
- “Should I gain a new identity?” No, I don’t want to, I’ll just keep the devil part to myself for now…
Hmm… Maybe it’s time to make my wish from my previous life a reality? Yeah, let’s do that.
Let’s create the best resort in the multiverse—And I’ll reach that ranking step by step. No point in just wishing it—plus, I don’t actually know the limits of my new skills yet.
I know that I can make wishes come true, but I don’t know where the energy comes from.
I know that I can travel anywhere I want, but I also don’t know the limits of this skill.
So, let’s take it easy at first.
Now, I should start by making an island that has every unique thing I’ve found in this world—from diverse weather to diverse life, plants, and lifeforms—An island that no one without high luck or a deep desire to escape/relax can find…
And so I wished… and so it became.
As soon as the island appeared beneath my feet, I couldn’t help but hold my breath. It took me one blink to make a paradise…
yeah let that sink in for a moment…
The island didn’t appear to be big—at least, from outsider prospective—it’s not as big as most of the islands I’d visited before .
What made me hold my breath though was the panoramic view I got as soon as I opened my eyes:
- A 360° view of an island where the four seasons meshed together.
- The icy mountain and forest ended where the rainy and tropical forests began.
- A summer beach with white sands that shone like marble under the sun, right outside golden pathways where autumn seemed to be in perpetual motion—trees shedding an endless supply of golden leaves.
-all kind of strange life forms from Dinosaurs to man eating plants
- the moving clouds and Cloudy stairs leading to a connected sky island.
- An oasis in the middle of the desert part of the island where the small lake led to an underwater island.
Truly, I have created a paradise.
Now, all that’s left is to start building an actual resort here. But first, let’s infuse the island with my other powers—making it accessible to important characters in the multiverse, as well as making being here as a part of a deal that lets me copy different powers across the multiverse.
Yeah, that’s a good idea…There are a lot of things in the multiverse I’d love to have.
Okay, now let’s start slow. Let’s make the resort appear in different forms according to the wishes of the people coming—so that to some, it may appear as a restaurant; to others, a hotel, an internet café, a hot spring, or literally anything— But that’s just it’s outside appearance…
I know I should take building this place slowly, but I don’t think I can. I’m itching to use my power, but I’ll try to hold back for a while.
Let’s make a hotel first—huge on the inside, modest on the outside, I’ll make it so that it’s appearance upgrades depending on how much people loved it. That way, it’ll blow the minds of those who see it every time. Of course, let’s not forget to add other nifty features too.
What else? What else?
Ah, a restaurant and a bar that makes the best food and drinks anyone could wish for. Yeah, that too.
Okay, I think this is enough for now…
Now, let’s go tan on the beach. I haven’t had a genuine vacation since the day I was born in this world—that’s sad, isn’t it?
Laying on the sand, the hot summer sun shining on me, I found myself drifting into the memories of my past life.
I can’t remember my previous name—I’d forgotten it long before I met that being in the void. But I remember being the oldest of three children. My father died when I was young; my mother died later when I was in my twenties, leaving me to take care of my two little siblings.
I died three years after her, but I didn’t really feel anything about dying young or leaving my siblings behind. I’d done everything I could for them by that point—taken care of their education, housing, and left them enough money to live comfortably for years to come.
As far as I’m concerned, I did exceptionally well.
Anyway, I hope they lived a happy life…
