"What is the meaning of human existence? Or rather… what is the meaning of my existence?"
"Perhaps after death, there is nothing at all."
Is this the world after death?
Everything feels dim.
My chest feels tight and heavy. This doesn't resemble heaven.
I'm still lying in the same hospital room.
So… I'm not dead?
But why is it so uncomfortable?
I want to..
A sharp cry suddenly shattered the silence.
The cry of a newborn.
Host detected.
Initiating lottery sequence.
…Processing…
Reward granted: Full affinity with loved ones.
"What?"
I struggled instinctively, but my fragile body refused to respond. Exhaustion soon overwhelmed me.
Finally, I stopped resisting.
And listened.
"Roselith! My daughter shall be named Roselith! Saint Roselith Seraphina! Ahh… what a divine name! Ros ros "
A middle-aged man's voice rang with unrestrained joy.
I could feel it.
Strong arms lifted me high.
Surrounding voices echoed in celebration.
Praise. Excitement. Reverence.
"What language is this…?"
…
Saint Roselith Seraphina.
That became my new name.
I was born into what was unmistakably a noble household. Even without sight, the conclusion was obvious
the sheer number of attendants, the constant presence of servants, and the excessive luxury woven into every sound and scent.
Time flowed.
Three years passed like drifting clouds.
From the moment I received the first reward, new abilities manifested on each subsequent birthday.
Super Learning Ability
Affinity with the Voice of the World
Celestial Veil
The Super Learning Ability required little interpretation. After acquiring it, my mind adapted to knowledge at an extraordinary rate. Languages, logic, patterns.
everything became easier to grasp.
The Affinity with the Voice of the World remained ambiguous. Its effects were subtle, elusive.
But Celestial Veil…
That one was unforgettable.
On the day it awakened, my body was enveloped in something soft yet impenetrable like a transparent membrane. A barrier. A shield.
According to Father, nothing harmful could pass through it.
For now, I accepted it as absolute protection.
I did not yet know what kind of world this was.
Only that it felt… primitive.
Backward compared to my previous life.
Yet paradoxically, its natural laws were far more astonishing.
Impossible phenomena.
Unseen forces.
A world governed by power beyond science.
I was thrilled.
Yet burdened by a cruel irony.
Even in this new life…
I remained blind.
I remembered almost nothing of my former world.
Nor could I see this one.
Everything I understood was shaped through sound, touch, and the interpretations of others.
Fortunately…
This family was not cold.
Far from it.
They adored me.
Perhaps it was the influence of the first reward.
Perhaps fate itself.
But loneliness never touched me.
As years passed, the outline of this world gradually sharpened.
Until the day everything became clear.
Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King , the only man known to have conquered the Grand Line and reached Laugh Tale was executed in Loguetown.
With his dying words, he ignited a new era:
"My treasure? If you want it, you can have it. Seek it out! I left everything this world has to offer there!"
Thus began the Great Pirate Era.
And with it…
My realization.
This was the world of One Piece.
If that were true…
And I was born into nobility…
And the servants addressed me with the honorific "Saint"…
Then the conclusion was unavoidable.
I was a Celestial Dragon.
A descendant of the creators of this world's ruling order.
One of the World Nobles.
Because of my blindness, my knowledge of fiction in my previous life had been fragmented gathered through overheard conversations, teachers' narrations, and the excited retellings of classmates.
By coincidence…
My instructor at the school for the blind had been an ardent fan of One Piece.
She told us its stories.
Its legends.
Its dreams.
Back then, I often imagined:
Even if only for a single day…
I wanted to see the world.
Truly see it.
A blind person's world is built from fragments.
Textures.
Voices.
Interpretations.
Details must be borrowed from others.
Beauty must be imagined.
"Oh~ my precious Seraphina, why the long face? Is something troubling you? Ros Ros~"
Father's voice oozed with indulgence.
He was a large man, extravagantly overweight, his presence announced by heavy footsteps and the faint rustle of expensive fabrics.
Yet his tone toward me was always gentle.
Affectionate.
Almost childlike.
"Mm… Father, I'm just bored."
I tilted my head slightly, silver-white hair sliding across my shoulders.
I could sense his heart clench.
"Unacceptable!" he huffed.
"I shall summon the servants at once! What value do they have if they cannot satisfy their great master's daughter? Ros Ros!"
His fury rose instantly.
"No, Father."
I interrupted softly.
"I told them to rest."
A pause.
Then, quieter:
"It's just… I don't have anyone my age to talk to. Everyone is so distant."
I quickly added:
"But it's fine. Thank you for worrying about me. I feel better now."
Because I knew.
If left unchecked…
Father's anger could become catastrophic.
"Is that so…?"
His voice deflated.
Moments later, his excitement returned.
"Ah! That reminds me!"
I heard wood scrape lightly.
A chest opening.
"Seraphina, feel this necklace Father obtained for you."
He guided my hands forward.
Cool metal.
Intricate craftsmanship.
Embedded gemstones.
He described it in lavish detail, as he always did.
"Thank you, Father."
Despite my blindness…
Despite everything…
I, Saint Roselith Seraphina, eldest daughter of the Roselith lineage, was loved without reservation.
Eventually, Father departed, already preoccupied with whatever decisions governed the lives of nobles.
By then…
I had lived in this world for eight years.
And every year…
Without exception…
New powers awakened within me.
My abilities now included:
Full Affinity with Loved Ones
Super Learning Ability
Celestial Veil
Armament Haki (Busoshoku Haki)
Supreme Blade Seed
Conqueror's Haki (Haoshoku Haki)
Voice of All Things
The implications were staggering.
Even at eight years old…
I stood at the threshold of becoming a swordsman.
Armament Haki functioned as an invisible armor, enhancing both offense and defense. It allowed the user to strike the true bodies of Logia-type Devil Fruit users beings otherwise intangible.
The Supreme Blade Seed granted extraordinary affinity with swordsmanship. My comprehension, balance, and instinct for the blade bordered on monstrous.
It set me upon an irreversible path.
The sword.
The greatest obstacle?
Convincing Father to let me wield one.
Though he only permitted a wooden sword.
For now.
Conqueror's Haki embodied the manifestation of supreme will
the power to overwhelm others through sheer spirit. Without control, it could incapacitate allies and enemies alike.
Even at my age…
Its presence stirred unease.
And then…
The Voice of All Things.
A rare and mysterious ability.
It did not merely enhance hearing.
It allowed perception beyond sound.
The "voices" of objects.
Creatures.
Even the world itself.
Since awakening these powers…
My dreams expanded.
My imagined future grew brighter.
Perhaps…
Even without sight…
This world might one day become beautiful to me.