A Deadly Opening
This time, the journey went much more smoothly than the last.
At the same time, Long's heart was no longer so panicked.
Because he came with 'capital'.
"Kneel down now!"
Shh... Keep your voice down.
As her consciousness gradually cleared, Oboro heard some whispers around her ears.
Is it a higher world?
He couldn't help but wonder.
Immediately following, as perception leads to nerves, the soul and flesh become connected, and a sense of being in the real world emerges.
Long slowly opened her eyes.
The first thing he saw were enormous trees, with colorful bubbles floating in the sky.
If you look down, you'll see rows of buildings standing at the base of the trees.
The house has an odd and unique structure.
He appeared to be on a street.
"This is..." Long's gaze sharpened; the scenery before him was too easy to recognize.
Especially these Yarukiman Mangrove deeply rooted in the island, and their naturally secreted resin, with a faint, salty sea breeze.
One Piece! A name flashed into my mind.
He had actually arrived in this world! This was... the end of the first half of the Grand Line, the Sabaody Archipelago! Without even needing to absorb the memories of this body, Oboro had already grasped the current situation. He immediately and instinctively prepared to sense the will of this world with his soul... but to no avail. His mind received no response whatsoever.
As expected... the lower world and the higher world are completely different concepts.
With his own soul, he could see the 'Little Tree' from Demon Slayer in a lower world, but he couldn't see it at all in One Piece.
Same as Hunter x Hunter.
Perhaps his soul was powerful in Demon Slayer, but his experience in higher worlds was weak.
Long brought up the system interface, looked at the virtual screen, and breathed a sigh of relief.
All the resources from Demon Slayer have been brought.
"Um?"
His brain processed information and accepted the current reality very quickly. From the moment he was transported to the body to the moment he finished analyzing the intelligence, it only took a few seconds. Once he calmed down, Long noticed something was wrong. He saw that the people on both sides of the road were kneeling and bowing towards his position, their expressions showing fear and caution... The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.
He also saw the naval soldiers lined up on both sides.
He also heard the words "Celestial Dragons".
Bang! Suddenly, a large foot kicked him.
"Hurry up... you piece of trash, what are you dawdling for? Do you want to die?"
A lazy yet slightly angry voice came from behind.
A chill ran through Long's heart in an instant.
He was shackled around the neck, like a pet being led around on Chain, being played with in broad daylight.
He is... a slave of the Celestial Dragons! And his master is Saint Charlos, a well-known character in the Celestial Dragons' storyline.
That guy Luffy One-Punch Man at the auction.
"..."
Inside the glass dome covering his head, Saint Charlos, with a runny nose and a foolish expression, noticed the slaves prostrate on the ground suddenly turn around and glance at him. Their eyes were different from usual; they lacked the usual awe and flattery, and instead were somewhat cold.
His face immediately darkened.
I'm very unhappy.
"What are you looking at? I told you to leave... Do you want to die?" Saint Charlos was enraged and kicked Oboro on the ground.
"That's... Kizaru."
Oboro remained silent, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Kizaru, who was standing not far away, picking his earwax and looking nonchalant.
He has a great general protecting him.
After thinking for a moment, Long continued crawling forward.
He was thinking...
The worst-case scenario! He guessed right! He was being targeted by the will of this world.
His arrival was a death trap. This world didn't want him to grow up, nor did it give him any room to survive. It seemed to be worried that he, as an outsider, would destroy this place.
Get rid of this 'virus' as soon as possible.
"My health is terrible!"
Long confirmed his physical attributes.
Because he had been tortured by the Celestial Dragons for many years, his body was covered with scars and he was emaciated.
Most importantly, it seems that his soul power would be much less effective in the high-level world of One Piece.
Similar to his time in Hunter x Hunter, after reducing the burden on his soul in the Dark Continent, even after returning to the human world of Lake Island, he was roughly at the same level as Netero before his death. Furthermore, due to the differences in the power system of One Piece, while this world also has the concept of a soul, the things that can be done and the methods that can be developed seem relatively limited.
The only thing that can connect with the soul is Haki.
There is a source of power, but a lack of channels to channel it outwards...
Here, the focus is more on external power, namely the physical body and Devil Fruit.
"The will of this world is intentionally suppressing my soul." Oboro understood.
Simply put, he couldn't use his soul abilities as freely as he did in Demon Slayer, such as releasing soul pressure or fusing his soul with Blood Demon Art. He felt the limitations and barriers of the higher world almost the moment his soul transmigrated here.
I used to be able to play freely in low-level maps, but now...
With a whoosh.
While Oboro's brain was still processing information, he had only climbed a few steps when suddenly his neck was gripped by a chain. It was Saint Charlos who had pulled on the Chain.
The Celestial Dragons told him to leave, and Oboro left.
But now that he's crawling forward, it seems to have displeased the Celestial Dragons.
"I'm so angry!"
Saint Charlos yelled and pulled out his Pistol, pointing the muzzle at Oboro's head.
What angered him was that Oboro didn't come over to apologize or grovel before leaving... preventing him from enjoying the 'pleasure of being a master'. This slave was acting strangely today, and he was losing patience.
The moment Saint Charlos drew his gun, Oboro sensed the danger.
Although his soul abilities were weakened and suppressed, the effects were still there, such as... his transcendent five senses.
He turned around abruptly and saw the dark muzzle of the gun.
He remained calm.
"Oh."
A mocking laugh escaped his lips.
This world wants him dead.
Without any hesitation, the Celestial Dragons pulled the trigger.
Bullets streaked with smoke and fire as they flew towards them.
Long's eyes narrowed instantly, and his unparalleled perception caused the flow of time to slow down... He could clearly see the trajectory of the bullet.
"Let's play together for a bit."
He raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled to himself.
These words were spoken to the will of this world.
"This is a bit troublesome..."
The problem is that although he has unparalleled reflexes, his poor physical functions seem to be lagging behind.
Bang! The bullet ricocheted and pierced the ground.
A burst of blood erupted from Long's head, and he collapsed to the ground.
It looked like he'd been shot in the head.
"Ugh! You're trash... You've ruined my whole day!"
The Celestial Dragons walked up, kicked Oboro's corpse a few more times, and then left angrily.
Passersby were terrified, their faces pale and trembling. Some young children instinctively tried to look over, but their parents quickly held their heads down.
"Shhh."
Admiral Kizaru whistled and followed behind the Celestial Dragons, passing by Oboro. His gaze, hidden behind his yellow glasses, glanced at the man lying on the ground, lifeless and covered in a pool of blood, and he paused slightly.
"Is it a hallucination?"
Kizaru pondered.
In that brief moment, he seemed to see a smile on the man's face? Perhaps it was a sense of relief... Being a slave to the Celestial Dragons was indeed quite a torment.
After thinking it over, Kizaru put his hands in his pockets, strode forward, turned his head and ordered the few marines, "Yo, it's up to you now."
"Yes."
Several soldiers saluted in unison, ran forward, lifted Oboro's body, and quickly left the scene.