A few white seabirds dotted the blue sky, making the cloudless blue sky not appear too monotonous. The water and the sky were one color, the sea surface was as soft as silk, with ripples slightly, and there was not a single piece of man-made garbage on the golden beach.
A beautiful and peaceful scene. If it were developed into a tourist attraction in East Blue, it would be at least first-class.
…
Next second
"Crackle~"
A loud noise broke the silence!
A black lightning bolt as thick as a bucket suddenly fell from the sky. It seemed as if it had a target in mind and headed straight for somewhere on the beach.
There was a loud explosion.
It was like a bolt from the blue, with such force that it felt like the end of the world.
Deep in the island, a group of birds flew away from the treetops, croaking in fright.
The black lightning that connected the sky and the earth lasted for more than ten seconds before slowly dissipating, and the sky became bright again.
With such a strange sight, you can tell with your toes that either a "Devil Fruit user unleashed their power" or an "unlucky guy just got thrown into the Grand Line." There is no need to panic even through the screen.
Everything returned to calm.
A deep pit with a diameter of one hundred meters was blasted out on the beach where the lightning struck, and everything was charred as far as the eye could see.
The sand in the pit was burned into a pile of glass slag by the scorching heat. It was embedded in the ground and reflected the sunlight, which was very beautiful.
At the center, the violent energy remaining in the air turned into countless tiny arcs of electricity, like dragons running around in the air, making a "sizzling" sound of electricity.
"quack…"
In the sky, a seabird flew excitedly towards the crime scene, its eyes full of intelligence.
…
in the pit
"Ahem!"
Logan finally woke up from his coma and opened his heavy eyelids with difficulty. The numbness all over his body made him unable to get up even after struggling for a long time.
"What's going on? My hands and feet are completely out of control.
My head feels groggy as if I have a hangover."
Like many of his peers, Logan was also an ordinary orphan on Earth. His work was too demanding and his life too tiring, so he became a fisherman at a young age.
On weekends when he didn't have to work, he would go fishing by the shore, enjoying the simple leisure life as a way to motivate himself to endure. However, he never thought that he would hook something strange — and the next thing he knew, he was struck by lightning and ended up here.
"Am I still alive?"
"Speaking of which, where is this? Shouldn't this be forced treatment at the hospital? Could it be that one lightning strike sent me across the seas?"
After figuring out the whole story, Logan cursed in his heart:
"It's all the fault of that stinky old man next door. He cast farther than me and kept looking at me with a smug look. How could I tolerate that? He made me use too much force…"
Impulse is indeed the devil.
Logan's body consciousness had not yet recovered, and he could only stare blankly at the sky.
He saw a large white bird flying quickly towards him, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
Isn't it normal to have birds in the sky?
But when the big bird flew closer, Logan couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise, his eyeballs almost popping out.
"Holy crap, this is not normal! What kind of new species is this?"
He saw a big white bird in the sky that looked somewhat anthropomorphic. It had a burgundy mailbag hanging around its neck and a white flight cap on its head with a capital English letter "N" printed in the middle of the cap.
What's even more outrageous is that this bird could actually fly with one wing, using the other like a hand to reach into the bag to look for something.
"Click, click, click"
Soon, the big bird took out a Den Den Mushi from its bag. The feathers on its wings were as flexible as human fingers. It raised the camera-type Den Den Mushi and snapped a lot of pictures in the air towards Logan.
This wave of amazing moves really stunned Logan.
…
"A strange bird and an even stranger snail… why don't I feel the slightest bit of incongruity and even find them somewhat familiar?"
Logan came back to his senses from his initial surprise, squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a while, and then the expression on his face slowly changed from surprise to horror.
!!!
"Oh my god! Isn't this a News Coo from One Piece?"
"I… I really traveled into the world of One Piece??"
!
After a lot of psychological struggle, Logan finally had to accept this outrageous fact.
…
…
"Guwa~ Guwa~"
This was indeed a News Coo—seabirds that delivered newspapers all over the seas. Known for their professionalism, they didn't need a boss watching them. They just worked tirelessly, carrying newspapers and even wanted posters for the World Economy News Paper. Look, as soon as it noticed some commotion nearby, it hurried over, thinking it might find a story big enough to make headlines.
…
Big News!
Absolutely big news!
The News Coo was excited.
Assigned to a remote route for years, its results had always been poor. It wanted to slack off sometimes, but it didn't expect to encounter something this massive today!
Sensing such terrifying shockwaves even from far away, it was certain something extraordinary had happened.
If it could get the scoop, maybe tomorrow's headlines would earn it recognition from Morgans himself—the president of the World Economy News Paper. A promotion, a raise, maybe even a transfer to the Grand Line routes—what a dream!
"Hahahaha~! Let me see who was fighting here!"
The big bird flapped closer, taking out its den-den camera bug. It first snapped a few high-altitude shots of the enormous crater. Since the battle seemed to be over, it lowered altitude to capture close-ups of the people involved.
"Zzzap!"
An arc of electricity flashed!
Logan saw the News Coo, halfway through its dive, hit something invisible in the air. Its body twitched violently, went stiff, and then began to free fall.
Bang!
The bird crashed heavily to the ground over ten meters away, its feathers scorched and smoking, filling the air with the smell of roast meat.
"It smells… so good!"
Logan's nostrils flared instinctively as he inhaled deeply, his stomach rumbling.
"No, no, this isn't the time to think about barbecue."
He shook his head in confusion. This was the dangerous and cruel world of pirates. The manga may have shown the Straw Hat Pirates' journey as a joyful adventure, but Logan knew better than to believe every pirate was like Luffy. Most were fierce, cruel, cunning, greedy, and bloodthirsty.
There were also bandits, human traffickers, underground brokers, and even the Marines and the World Government—supposed symbols of "justice"—that often acted in morally gray or outright corrupt ways.
He had heard that countless people in this world were captured and sold at Sabaody or worse, turned into slaves under Celestial Dragons.
The Great Pirate Era had brought dreams for some, but despair and destruction for countless ordinary people.
Glory, wealth, beauty, and freedom belonged to the strong, while the weak were fated to be trampled. Unlike the fairy-tale beginnings of some adventure stories, most ordinary people wouldn't even survive their "first chapter" in this era.
"Damn it! I came prepared—with soap-making, perfume recipes, old steel-forging skills, even the best gunpowder formulas. And yet… none of it helps here."
Not to mention memorizing 300 Tang poems—what use was that against a pirate who could split a ship in half with a sword swing? This was a world ruled by fists and Haki!
Logan sighed with some regret, then muttered with forced optimism:
"Forget it. Since I'm here, I'll treat this as the world of One Piece. With my knowledge as a 21st-century youth, plus my veteran fan understanding of the story's plotlines, there's nothing to fear."
Perhaps because of the News Coo's unfortunate sacrifice, the last traces of lightning in the pit finally faded, and Logan's paralysis slowly lifted. Trembling, he pushed himself up from the ground.
"A child's body?"
Logan looked at his small hands and touched his face.
"Smooth skin, black hair… probably a handsome kid, but it's a pity I don't have a mirror."
He froze, then suddenly reached into his trouser pocket in panic.
…
"Shhh~"
"Fortunately… it's still there!"
Logan sighed in relief. Though the package was small, it had everything he had managed to bring along.
"Huh? But wait—aren't people in this world supposed to be superhuman by default? Why don't I feel like I could punch through a cow?"
After stretching his arms and legs, he felt disappointed. He was not a "chosen one."
"It seems I'll need a Devil Fruit to gain real strength. I won't dream of a Mythical Zoan or a Logia, but even a solid Paramecia would be fine. With my imagination, I could do something amazing with it! If not, even a regular Zoan would work—so long as the form isn't too hideous. I'll need to find someone strong to stick with until I'm ready to set sail."
"Power, wealth, beauty, hahahaha~"
Lost in fantasy, Logan had a lewd grin on his face, laughing oddly from time to time.
…
"So… who am I? Where am I?"
Coming back to his senses, Logan scanned his surroundings.
An earthen wall a few meters tall encircled him. At just around 1.4 meters in height, he couldn't see outside, unaware that he stood inside a massive crater about 100 meters wide.
The pit's surface was layered in black ash, the air thick with the acrid smell of burning.
"This…?"
"Could it be some cheat ability from transmigrating? Did I cause all this destruction unknowingly?"
But in a world where a single punch could shatter mountains and a sword slash could split the sea, a mere 100-meter crater wasn't that extraordinary. Logan was clearly overthinking it.