The Visitor from Another World

Year 1520 of the Sea Calendar. This was the latter half of the Grand Line, the New World spoken of by people everywhere!

In the southern part of the New World, a massive whale-shaped ship sailed across the boundless sea. Within its route, whether merchant ships or vessels from other pirate crews, all chose to steer clear whenever they saw this whale ship.

Because this was the legendary Moby Dick. Ruling these waters were the Whitebeard Pirates, led by one of the Four Emperors, Whitebeard—Edward Newgate.

On the deck of the Moby Dick, a burly old man sat in an enormous chair specially made for him. His body was crisscrossed with scars, and his face bore a white mustache shaped like a crescent moon. He was the legendary World's Strongest Man—Whitebeard!

Yet no one could have imagined that this World's Strongest Man was currently covered in medical equipment, with an IV drip in his arm.

"Marco, I'm thirsty. Go get me some booze."

"No!" Without even thinking, Marco shook his head and refused. "Old Man's body can't handle drinking every day like he used to."

Whitebeard did not haggle with Marco after hearing that. After all, it was his son's concern for him. He would have to find a proper reason to drink.

"Look, what's that?"

No one knew who had asked, but everyone looked in the direction he pointed. An unidentified creature had just fallen from the sky into the sea beside the Moby Dick.

"It's a kid. Someone go fish him out. He might be a landlubber." With Whitebeard's strength, he had naturally already seen the man falling from the sky.

The moment he finished speaking, a splash erupted. The person who had fallen into the sea leaped from the water and shot into the air, allowing everyone to finally see what he looked like.

He was a man over three meters tall, with short, messy black hair, deathly pale skin, and dark green eyes. Two deep green tear streaks ran down his face. He wore a white, black-trimmed high-collared long-sleeved coat and white trousers, with a half-helmet-like object on his head.

As the man rose into the air, enormous waves surged up. A Sea King as large as the Moby Dick emerged from the sea, opening its abyssal jaws and viciously biting toward him.

"Cero."

The man merely raised a finger. An emerald flash brimming with destructive power gathered at his fingertip and blasted toward the massive sea beast.

Before the eyes of countless people on the ship, nearly popping from their sockets, the Sea King's enormous head was blasted into countless chunks of flesh after a thunderous explosion! The tall man then used the impact to leap onto the Moby Dick.

Such power! I used it instinctively... The man looked at his palm, seemingly unable to believe it. Yet he soon noticed that this overly pale hand and black nails did not seem to be his original appearance, and this perspective...

He raised his head again to look at the people aboard the ship: a man with pineapple hair, a man with freckles, and an old man sitting at the center of the crowd who seemed twice his height, along with that iconic crescent-shaped white mustache.

"Are you Whitebeard?"

When he came back to his senses, he had already asked the question, drawing displeasure from a few people. "You bastard, how dare you call Old Man by name!"

From their replies, he finally confirmed that he had transmigrated into the world of One Piece. But why One Piece? He had clearly been rewatching Bleach! Ulquiorra's Resurrección had been insanely cool!

Could it be?!

He subconsciously looked down at his outfit and reached beneath his collar. Sure enough! Beneath the high-collared white coat, there was a hole near his collarbone.

But Ulquiorra was only around 1.7 meters tall, wasn't he? Compared to the people around him, why did he feel like he was about three meters tall? Had his body been modified after transmigrating?

While he was lost in thought, Whitebeard regarded him with an unfriendly gaze. "Kid with the half helmet, who are you?"

"My name is Ulquiorra Cifer. Mr. Whitebeard, you can call me Cifer."

Before transmigrating, Cifer had not actually been called that. In his previous life, he had merely been an orphan, and even his original name had been given by the orphanage. In the world of One Piece, he might as well use Ulquiorra's name directly.

If it had been his former self, seeing a living Whitebeard, Marco, and Ace would definitely have made him excited!

But after gaining Ulquiorra's power, his emotions seemed to have been affected to some extent as well. He had become much calmer and colder, leaving only a faint sense of joy.

"Cifer, huh? Never heard that name before. Strange-looking kid, your strength seems pretty good. Want to join the Whitebeard Pirates and become my son? Gurararara!"

Whitebeard really did love taking in sons as always! Cifer could not help sighing. He had not transmigrated here to become someone else's son, even if he did like Whitebeard as a character.

Besides, what was strange about his appearance? At most, his skin was a little pale, his eyes were green, and he had two tear streaks on his face. Why did this old man not look at how many people in the Whitebeard Pirates looked stranger than him?

"Mr. Whitebeard, I only fell here because of an accident. If you do not mind, please take me to a nearby island."

He did not directly reject Whitebeard and embarrass him, but he had made it clear that he had no intention of becoming his son.

"Hey, hey, hey, what was that just now? Your finger actually fired such a powerful attack. What kind of Devil Fruit User are you?"

A freckled man came over and threw an arm around Cifer's shoulder, asking with familiar ease.

Cifer naturally recognized the man before him as the fuse of the future Summit War, the son of Pirate King Roger—Portgas D. Ace! From this, Cifer could also infer that the current timeline was still early.

"I have not eaten a Devil Fruit. I am a Hollow, a race you have never heard of," Cifer answered expressionlessly.

"Yeah! You just jumped out of the sea!" Ace lightly slapped his right fist into his left palm, looking as though he had suddenly understood. "A Hollow? That sounds cool!"

"Grrr..."

Without warning, a rumbling sound came from Ace's stomach. Ace instantly collapsed onto the ground. "I'm so hungry, Thatch! I want food!"

"Gurararara!" Whitebeard's classic laughter rang out again. "Sons, let's have a feast to celebrate our new friend, Cifer!"

"Yeah!!!" Everyone answered in unison.

I finally found my chance. If we're having a feast, even Marco can't stop me from drinking. At most, he'll make me drink less. Whitebeard felt proud of his cleverness, and the way he looked at Cifer softened somewhat.

"Honestly, Old Man really never gives up!" Marco could only slap his forehead and arrange for people to prepare the feast.

Watching the Whitebeard Pirates gorge on meat and booze, then sing and dance after a few cups of wine, Cifer found himself feeling strangely moved.

It felt warm!

That was the first thought to arise in Cifer's mind. He seemed to understand a little of what Ulquiorra had always pursued. It was also something he had never experienced as an orphan in his previous life.

"Come on, Cifer, this is an incredibly delicious local specialty!" Ace shoved an enormous skewer of meat into Cifer's hand, then turned and squeezed back into the crowd to snatch more food for himself.

Cifer watched Ace's retreating back, took the meat skewer in his hand, and bit down hard. His gaze involuntarily turned toward a corner, where a middle-aged man with a large belly and several missing teeth sat eating cherry pie.

Blackbeard—Marshall D. Teach! The man who looked most like a pirate in the world of One Piece!

To be honest, Cifer did not like him. He would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, bending and enduring for decades. It was no exaggeration to say he was a formidable figure, but using his blade and schemes against companions who regarded him as family truly disgusted Cifer!

The timeline was still early. Teach had not yet betrayed the Whitebeard Pirates, and none of it had happened. Cifer was merely a passerby, so he could not possibly tell Whitebeard that one of his sons would destroy their pirate crew.

Cifer silently walked to an unnoticed corner and sat down, quietly enjoying his meat skewer. A moment later, an enormous figure cast a shadow over him.

"Cifer, kid, you seem to have something on your mind. You don't even feel like celebrating." Holding a huge jug of liquor, Whitebeard came over and sat beside Cifer. Speaking like an elder, he said, "If you don't mind, you can tell me about it."

Cifer looked into Whitebeard's eyes and set down his meat skewer. "Mr. Whitebeard, would you believe me if I said I can foresee the future?"

"Observation Haki that can see the future? There are indeed people like that." Whitebeard casually drank from his jug, but Cifer's next words made him freeze.

"Not Observation Haki, but vague visions of the future!" Cifer's dark green eyes locked onto Whitebeard's. "Today, I saw the future of your pirate crew. Before long, the Whitebeard Pirates will suffer a serious bloodshed over something called the Dark-Dark Fruit!"

Naturally, Cifer could not reveal the exact events. If he were too precise, he would only seem to have ulterior motives. He could only vaguely say that it involved a Devil Fruit. It would be best if Whitebeard took it seriously.

"The Dark-Dark Fruit?" Whitebeard fell into thought. "I'll keep an eye on it, Cifer."

I hope so! Cifer casually glanced into the distance. It was still an endless ocean. When he looked back, the warmth radiating from the bonfire feast left him momentarily dazed.

Since he had power, he would change it! Change this world! Cifer might not yet have the power to overthrow the entire World Government, but changing some of the plot would be easy enough!