There are many ways to die: in battle, of old age, in a blaze of glory atop a mountain of fallen enemies.
Takuya Ichiro died choking on a microwaved dumpling.
At 2:47 AM on a Wednesday.
Wearing nothing but boxers and a My Hero Academia hoodie.
He wasn't proud of it, but then again, he wasn't proud of much. At 22 years old, Takuya had peaked sometime around the third semester of college, then gracefully nose-dived into dropout life, living in his parents' basement, mastering the arts of procrastination, convenience-store cuisine, and obsessive anime debates on Reddit.
That night, he had one goal: to heat up the last of the frozen dumplings and grind out the last 50 primogems in *Genshin Impact*.
Instead, fate—or maybe karma—decided it was time to pull the plug.
He'd wrapped the dumplings in foil to "lock in flavor," because he'd read it online once and thought he was a culinary genius. He forgot, however, that foil and microwaves were sworn enemies.
The result?
A brief flash, a muffled pop, and one slightly charred, wide-eyed fool slumped backward into a stack of Funko Pop boxes, a half-chewed dumpling lodged in his throat like poetic justice.
When he woke up, it was in a white void.
No angels. No clouds. Not even a sad violin.
Just a vast, blank space and a floating, semi-transparent laptop screen blinking above his head.
> Welcome, Takuya Ichiro.
> Status: Deceased. Cause of Death: Microwave Dumpling Explosion Incident.
"Unbelievable," Takuya muttered, sitting up slowly. "I survived moldy dorm food, two IKEA furniture collapses.
Heck I even survived a guy chasing me with a katana at Anime Expo for accidentally causing his girlfriend's wardrobe malfunction where she had cosplayed as zoro and a one wrong misstep from me caused me lose my balance and pull down the bandages on her chest down causing her breasts to be exposed out in the open, surrounded by lots of people.
Which caused a major uproar in the whole expo, and I got chased by her boyfriend with the katana that was part of her cosplay. Luckily the blade wasn't sharp or I would have definitely ascended to another realm.
Now that I think about it, she definitely had good pair of tits, who could have thought those bandages would be able to bind those huge jugs, I can still feel her breasts in my hand,"
Takuya thought as his hands made the expression of grabbing those breasts as a perverted smile spread across his face.
"Wait a minute, now I remember, it was someone in Sanji's cosplay that pushed me that lead to the accident, demn was it all staged?!
Did they even inhereit the rival nature of theirs in real life as well and used me to fight amongst themselves." Takuya thought as if he had cracked some sort of conspiracy theories against him.
"MAN, that's not fair, I didn't even get to click photos with the milfs that had brought their sons and daughters cosplayed as some cheap heroes." Takuya exclaimed as if something important was taken away from him.
"Back to the topic, I have been through enough ordeal and survived it. But this? Dumpling death?! Fucking Dumpling death?!"
As if in response, the floating screen gently blinked again.
> Due to the… unique, utterly laughable nature of your demise, and for the good laugh I had, you are eligible for a one-time Reincarnation Package.
> Please select the following:
> • World of Rebirth
> • Desired Ability (within reason)
Takuya blinked. "Wait. You're serious? I get a second chance?"
He stood up fast in excitement, slipped on the nonexistent floor, and fell flat on his face. Groaning, he rolled onto his back and grinned like a lunatic, while invisible laughter of the same being could be heard, however Takuya didn't bother with it.
"Well then," he said, cracking his knuckles. "If I'm going out, I'm going out anime-style."
His finger hovered over the menu.
> World: One Piece.
> Ability: Overhaul Quirk (full power, fully awakened, fully mastered, I just want to enjoy my life, and no it shouldn't be devil fruit, I want to be able to swim, dammit, not to forget to save devil fruit waifus when they fall in water, oh and haki, I want all three of them, but awakening haki can wait till grand line.)
> Backstory Suggestion: Experiment gone wrong, failed subject assumed dead actually survived.
The screen processed for a moment. Then:
> Selection confirmed. You will be isekai'd into the One Piece world. You will retain Overhaul's abilities as part of a failed World Government experiment. Your memories will remain intact. Best of luck. Try not to die stupidly again. Although I wouldn't mind it, given how good of a laugh I had.
"Wait, what do you mea—"
And he was gone.
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Takuya's second life began with pain, dirt, and the sound of a goat screaming.
He blinked through smoke and rubble, coughing violently as he pushed himself upright. The crater he lay in steamed gently, blackened at the edges. Somewhere nearby, a goat baaahed in disapproval and trotted off.
Takuya groaned, clutching his chest. "Ugh. I feel like I got dropkicked by Garp."
His fingers twitched. The ground beneath him… shifted.
He stared at it. Slowly, deliberately, he pressed his palm to the soil.
With a crackling hum, the ground rose like putty under his touch, reshaping into a perfectly smooth cube. He blinked.
"Oh my god," he whispered, staring at his hand like it was made of gold. "It worked. I actually have Overhaul's powers!"
Grinning madly, he clapped his hands and slammed them into the dirt. A pillar of stone shot up beneath him, launching him ten feet into the air.
He landed face-first with a scream.
Five minutes later, after rubbing his newly bruised nose and disassembling a nearby boulder into the shape of a dragon, he sat back and surveyed his work.
This was it.
He was in the world of One Piece. He had Overhaul's ability. He was free. He could do anything.
World Government? Pirates? Marines? Yonko? Pfft.
> "Bring it on," he declared. "I'm basically a walking Home Depot."
A pause.
Then: "Okay, that sounded cooler in my head."
The crater he'd landed in was nestled in the edge of a forest clearing, overlooking the coast of a small island.
To his right, the sea stretched endlessly, blue and shimmering, kissed by the morning sun. A few seagulls circled overhead. One of them, for reasons known only to birdkind, pooped directly next to him.
"Charming," Takuya muttered, wiping dirt from his face and brushing his hoodie sleeve against his cheek. He paused, noticing something strange.
His hoodie was gone.
"Wait, wha—oh hell yes!"
He scrambled to his feet and ran to the edge of a nearby puddle. There, reflected in the shimmering water, was not the slacker he remembered from Earth.
Gone were the tangled hair, pizza stains, and dark eye bags. In their place stood a tall, sharp-jawed young man with rugged, golden-brown skin.
His hair was now a shaggy, windswept black with streaks of chestnut brown, tied into a loose half-ponytail. His eyes glowed faint amber—striking and just faintly intimidating.
He wore a long, tattered overcoat with an exaggerated high collar and dark red lining, reminiscent of Chisaki Kai's signature look—but worn and scorched like it had been through hell. His hands were clad in reinforced black gloves with silver detailing on the fingertips.
And on his chest, etched like a brand beneath his open coat, was a barely legible tattoo of a cipher symbol—World Government script, maybe?
"Well, well, damn," he muttered, smirking at his reflection. "I look like a villain. A sexy villain."
He raised a hand and flexed his fingers. Earth and stone rippled in response.
"A villain who can terraform a backyard in three seconds," he said, grinning. "Suck it, landscapers."
Then he heard it.
A faint flap of sails. Wooden creaks. Laughter.
Takuya turned, eyes narrowing at the horizon.
There, approaching slowly from the east, was a ship. A small, beat-up pirate sloop—single mast, a crudely painted skull-and-crossbones flag, and what looked like a cannon strapped to the deck with ropes and desperation.
Through squinted eyes, he could make out five figures onboard. All shirtless. All loud. One of them chugged from a jug and promptly vomited overboard.
"Yup. Definitely pirates," Takuya muttered. "Budget ones, by the looks of it."
He ducked behind a tree and crouched low, heart pounding with a cocktail of excitement and dumb ideas.
"Alright, think, Takuya. You're probably in East Blue. That means you're still early in the One Piece timeline. These guys are probably small fry. Canon fodder no name pirates at best.
Good news: easy XP. Bad news: I have no idea how the law works here. Also, I might accidentally vaporize someone with a sneeze." Takuya thought.
He peeked again.
The pirates were docking. They hadn't spotted him yet. The ship bumped clumsily against the shore.
Then the biggest of them—a bald guy with a giant anchor tattoo on his face—spoke.
"Alright, boys! Let's raid this dump for supplies before we hit Loguetown!"
'Oho. Plot relevance,' Takuya thought. 'I know that place.'
Then he grinned.
"Time to test drive the quirk."
He stepped out of the brush casually, hands in his coat pockets, and strolled into view like he owned the beach.
The pirates turned to look.
"Oi, who the hell are you?" the anchor-faced man barked.
Takuya stopped a few paces away, standing atop a flat slab of earth he'd subtly raised beneath his feet, like a makeshift stage. He smirked.
"Just a guy who died choking on a dumpling and got sent here with powers that make your cannon look like a potato gun."
The pirates stared.
"What?"
Takuya sighed. "Never mind. Listen. I'm bored. You're ugly. Let's fight."
The anchor guy roared in laughter. "Kill him!"
Three of the pirates charged.
Takuya raised one gloved hand. The ground in front of him exploded upward into jagged stone spikes—fast, precise, controlled.
The pirates stopped. One tripped. Another wet himself.
Takuya clapped his hands together with a grin. The earth beneath the lead pirate crumbled and reformed into a jagged stone fist that launched him fifty feet into the air.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" screamed one of the others, turning to flee.
"Oh no you don't."
Takuya crouched, touched the ground, and the sand under the pirate's feet turned into sludge, dragging him downward up to his knees before turning solid again.
The man screamed and wiggled like a worm.
The last one tried to make a break for the ship, but Takuya was faster. A wave of stone surged beneath him, riding him forward like a surfboard.
He caught up and tapped the ship's hull with his foot.
"I pity you for being you for being my experiment, but you know sacrifices need to be made. Let's see if I can do this."
With a flick of his hand, the entire front end of the ship reassembled—boards shifting like puzzle pieces, rearranging into a floating wooden platform shaped like a very crude dragon head.
The ship groaned.
Then it sank half a meter into the sea, completely unstable.
The remaining pirates abandoned ship, screaming as they dove into the water and paddled away like desperate dogs.
Takuya stood on the pier, hands on hips, wind blowing through his coat.
He exhaled.
"Hot. Damn."
Then he turned, and the dragon-headed platform collapsed into planks with a creaky sigh.
"...Okay, maybe I need practice."
He took a seat on a nearby crate, tossing a small rock between his hands.
"Alright. First pirate encounter: success. No deaths, minor property damage, and I still look cool. That's an S-tier debut if I've ever seen one."
He looked to the sky.
"The Grand Line's gonna have no idea what hit it."
Then paused.
"...Wait, do I need a bounty? I want a cool wanted poster. How do you apply for one of those?"
He sat there, legs swinging off the dock like a man with nowhere to be and unlimited power at his fingertips.
The world of One Piece had just gained a new variable.
A very unstable, very unqualified, very overpowered one.
And he was hungry again.
"Man... I hope this world has dumplings."
The world unaware it was about to meet the dumbest, most dangerously overpowered idiot the Grand Line had ever seen.
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