Chapter 1: A Logia-Type Tremor-Tremor Fruit?
[The Logia-Type Tremor-Tremor Fruit is my own fanon setting! Stop asking why it isn't a Paramecia.]
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My name is Garon, and I'm a transmigrator.
Once, I also fantasized about making a name for myself in the One Piece world.
Unfortunately, reality knocked me over the head with a club—no system, no cheat, not even a decent hack to my name.
But that was fine. At least I still had the advantage of "foreknowledge."
Relying on my understanding of the plot, I figured I could at least ride the coattails of someone powerful and live a good life, right?
That naive thought was utterly shattered when I was ten years old.
That day, I clutched a crumpled newspaper, my hands trembling as I stared at a name that made my blood run cold: "Gold Roger."
Not "King of the Pirates, Gol D. Roger," but "Gold Roger"!
In that instant, I realized this world had already long since deviated from the tracks of my memory.
This was the era of the Rocks Pirates, still at its absolute peak. And as for me, a "prophet" who had only watched One Piece through scattered TikTok clips...
And so, the very next day, just to get a hot meal, I clutched the recruitment flyer for a menial-work position at the West Blue Marine branch and joined up without a second's hesitation.
If that deserter-turned-legend Koby could get promoted from a chore boy to an HQ Captain in two years, could a transmigrator like me really fail?
As it turned out, I truly couldn't do it.
Four years! Four whole years! With no background and no connections, I had to risk my life, borrow money, and pull strings just to get a position as a Seaman Second Class in logistics.
The "Black Arm" Zephyr, our famous Marine instructor, was just being promoted to Vice Admiral at HQ for his reputation and hadn't even considered training the next generation of Marines yet.
Sure, there was still the Marine Academy at HQ, with its precious few slots...
But Garon was just a "triple-zero" from a West Blue branch—no Haki, no Devil Fruit, and no talent. Aside from being a bit strong, I was useless.
As for getting promoted through military merit? Don't make me laugh. In an era where the Rocks Pirates were running rampant, that was just a suicide mission!
So, since I was dead either way, I might as well bet big!
A Devil Fruit! That was my answer.
If I could just get my hands on any one of them, I could completely rewrite my destiny!
And that opportunity was the "God Valley Incident."
Six Devil Fruits! The Celestial Dragons' prize! This was the chance I had waited four long years for!
For this one day, I scrimped and saved. I even maneuvered between the various mafia groups in the West Blue, risking my life, mortgaging my own organs to take out every high-interest loan I possibly could.
A grand total of 30,000,000 Beri, plus countless bribes, finally bought me a spot among the legion of Marines assigned to guard the Celestial Dragons on their "field trip."
Four years of biding my time, all for this one moment.
This was no longer just a matter of betting my life.
What I was betting on... was the future of this entire world!
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Sea Circle Calendar, Year 1484. God Valley.
"Hah...!" Garon's consciousness was forcibly dragged from the abyss of unconsciousness. He snapped his eyes open.
"Conqueror's Haki... again?" This was already the fiftieth time he'd been knocked out. Garon painfully propped himself up.
He glanced around, discovering he was lying at the edge of a dense jungle on the outskirts of God Valley. The coastline was a short distance away.
Memories flooded back like a tidal wave.
The Celestial Dragons' "hunting game," the sudden storm, the surprise attack by the Rocks Pirates, the arrival of Roger and Garp...
And then, that clash of Conqueror's Haki, powerful enough to tear the sky apart, followed by an all-consuming darkness.
"Dammit!" Garon slammed his fist into the ground.
"What time is it? How long was I out this time?! The battle..."
At that thought, Garon struggled to his feet, his legs still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of Rocks' and Roger's Haki.
Through the dense canopy, he could see the sky was a bizarre, dark crimson. A sound like muffled thunder rumbled in the distance.
"It's not... over already, is it...?" In an instant, fear coiled around his heart like a viper.
According to his memories from before he passed out, the great battle of God Valley should have erupted. Roger and Garp should be in a decisive battle against the Rocks Pirates.
And those six Devil Fruits that could change his fate...
Garon bit his lip, the coppery taste of blood spreading in his mouth, forcing himself to calm down and analyze the situation.
"The Uo Uo no Mi and the Nikyu Nikyu no Mi... they should still be somewhere on this island..." Garon's voice suddenly choked.
In truth, he knew better than anyone. This brutal slaughter, which had lasted less than a day, had already reached its conclusion.
The moment that sky-splitting Conqueror's Haki suddenly vanished, it signaled the end of the Rocks era.
This was especially true now, as the sounds of shouting and killing on the island had fallen silent, replaced only by the scattered cheers of Marines.
"It's all over..."
The thought wrapped around him like a venomous snake, its fangs sinking deep into Garon's heart.
The Uo Uo no Mi had fallen into the hands of a young Big Mom. The Nikyu Nikyu no Mi had been eaten by Bartholomew Kuma. The rest of the Devil Fruits... they had likely already been divided up.
Four years of planning.
The 30 million Beri he'd borrowed against his life and his own organs.
At this very moment, it was all a joke.
"So in the end... I actually..." Garon's fists began to tremble uncontrollably, the rage he had suppressed for so long finally erupting.
"AHHH!" With a primal roar, Garon smashed his fist against a nearby oak tree.
That one punch caused the tree to shudder, and a white, apple-like fruit dropped from the branches above, landing with perfect accuracy right on Garon's head.
The impact momentarily stunned Garon. His gaze instinctively shifted to the object that had struck him...
"This is..." What met his eyes was a peculiar fruit. It had a white, cracked surface, like shattered crystal.
A Devil Fruit!
Garon snatched the Devil Fruit instantly, his pupils contracting violently as his fingers instinctively tightened around it.
He snapped his head up to look at the canopy. On the ordinary apple tree, a few reddish-green fruits swayed gently in the wind, a stark contrast to the fruit in his hand, which pulsed with a mysterious aura.
Garon stared at the pale Devil Fruit in his hand. Its cracked patterns shimmered with an eerie light.
CRUNCH!
Without a trace of hesitation, the moment he confirmed it was a Devil Fruit, Garon opened his mouth and bit down hard.
The instant the flesh entered his mouth, an indescribable flavor and a wave of nausea washed over him, but Garon forced himself to swallow.
"Ugh, ahhh!!" Garon collapsed to his knees. "That taste..."
He was just about to complain when, the second the fruit's flesh hit his stomach, his entire body seized.
His bones, muscles, and blood felt as if they were being pierced by countless, fine vibrations. Every nerve in his body thrummed at a high frequency!
His vision distorted. The ground rippled like the ocean's surface, and the very air around him trembled unnaturally.
VMM!
Suddenly, the world fell into a strange silence.
Garon's pupils shrank. He could clearly feel his body... disappearing!
No, not disappearing, but... element-shifting into a more fundamental existence!
And... he felt as if he could create and control these... vibration particles.
Realizing this, Garon decisively looked down. Under the control of his thoughts, his arm became a translucent, quivering mass, as if it were composed of countless tiny, vibrating particles that hummed with his every breath.
At this thought, Garon tentatively clenched his fist.
"BOOM!!"
An invisible shockwave erupted. The air in front of him shattered like a mirror. The impact wave fanned out, and every tree within ten meters was instantly pulverized into dust!
"This... This is... the Tremor-Tremor Fruit?!" Garon stared at his hand in disbelief. "No! That's not right!"
He could clearly feel it. He wasn't using a medium to create the quake. At this moment, he was the source of the vibration. He was the embodiment of the tremor itself!
With a single thought, Garon's entire body instantly dissolved into an invisible shockwave, passing directly through a broken tree trunk in the blink of an eye.
Just as he'd expected. He phased through the tree in his elementalized state and reformed on the other side.
"Logia-type elementalization! That's it! It's a Logia!!" Garon was ecstatic, but then he froze.
"Wait... isn't the Gura Gura no Mi a Paramecia? How did it become a Logia after I ate it?!"