Chapter 1: Death, Wishes, and a New Beginning
My name is Saiman Lamichhane. I'm 16—soon to be 17. Life was… peaceful. School, friends, food, and most importantly, One Piece. My hobby? Reading fanfics—those alternate adventures that let me sail with the Straw Hats in worlds both familiar and strange.
Everything was going great.
Until the truck hit me.
I don't even remember how or why. Just a blinding light, a split second of pain, and then... nothing.
When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in a hospital. I wasn't even in my body. I sat in front of a man—his presence calm, his robes glowing with an ethereal light. It didn't take long for the truth to settle in.
I was dead.
"I'm sorry, child," the man said gently. "Your time in your world has come to an end. But worry not—you will be given a chance to reincarnate. You may choose a new world to be born into, and I shall grant you three wishes."
My heart raced. Reincarnation? Like in those isekai fanfics?
I took a deep breath. This was my chance.
After thinking carefully, I looked him in the eye.
"My wishes," I began. "First, I want the powers of Ban, the Fox's Sin of Greed—from Seven Deadly Sins. Immortality, snatch, healing—all of it. Second, I want a system. A gamer-style interface that can help me grow stronger and survive. Third... I want to be born into the One Piece world, at the same time as Rocks D. Xebec. And I want to be the biological brother of Monkey D. Garp."
The man smiled, a mysterious glint in his eyes. "Interesting choices," he said. "Very well. As a bonus, I'll let you keep your memories. After all, it is your new life. Use it as you wish."
"Thank you… for giving me this chance."
The man raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Darkness.
Silence.
Then… warmth.
I opened my eyes—or tried to. My body felt strange. Small. Weak. I realized I was wrapped in a blanket, lying in a soft basket. Another baby was next to me, around the same age. A boy with black hair.
We were in a modest wooden room, and two adults stood over us—one man, one woman. They looked down at us with gentle eyes.
"What should we name them?" the man asked.
"The black-haired one," the woman said with a smile, "he will be Monkey D. Garp."
Her gaze turned to me. "And the white-haired one… He will be Monkey D. Gojo."
Gojo?
I blinked.
That was my name now?
I couldn't help but smirk—well, as much as a baby could smirk.
So this was my second life.
I had the power of Ban.
A system.
And the world of One Piece ahead of me.
Let the journey begin.