Breaking the Mystery of the Fetus!

Marineford Era 1525, North Blue, White City. Frevanz.

6 PM.

Bang bang! Boom boom boom~!

The already stifling and suffocating atmosphere of White City was completely ignited by the sudden gunfire.

On the streets, residents from all walks of life in this city and country were fleeing everywhere at this very moment.

From beggars to nobles...

Piercing screams, wails, and the merciless cold gunfire echoed through the crowded streets.

"Damn it, how could this happen?"

A black-haired boy of fourteen or fifteen, his face covered in dust, was currently curled up in an abandoned alley filled with miscellaneous items.

His pair of dark eyes, bloodshot, were filled with panic.

Laplace clutched his head with both hands, gritting his teeth and muttering fiercely, "Dr. Trafalgar said that plumbism isn't contagious. Ugh... my head hurts so much!"

The long-standing, inexplicable migraines flared up again with the extreme emotional turmoil.

Accompanied by a stabbing pain in his lungs as if they were being torn apart, blurry images flashed through his mind, only to become incredibly clear now:

"Laplace... Meimumu... Pirates... Frevanz... Earth... a mud truck rushing towards me in the street..."

BOOM!

At this moment, a violent explosion suddenly rang out from the street not far away.

The boy named Laplace shivered violently. When he came to his senses, his bloodshot eyes showed a helpless expression, neither crying nor smiling.

His thin, pursed lips twitched unconsciously at this moment:

"Meimumu? Am I surviving a disaster only to face more hardship?"

His heart pounded violently, he gasped for breath, his mind a complete mess, with fragments of memories from his previous life constantly flashing through his mind.

His mouth slightly agape, he panted heavily, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Meimumu's somewhat dazed gaze cleared up abruptly with another BOOM of an explosion.

His body involuntarily trembled.

"Starting off in a world falling apart!" Meimumu's eyes, still filled with panic, hardened. At the same time, he became extremely vigilant, slowly crouching down while supporting himself on the surrounding clutter.

He took slow, deep breaths, listening and looking around. He also saw clearly that he had stumbled into a place filled with all sorts of clutter while fleeing in a panic. Hidden behind the dilapidated wooden crates, it was quite concealed.

He clasped his head, which was throbbing with pain, with both hands.

A few minutes later, as his breathing stabilized, the panic in his eyes began to subside. At this moment, Meimumu suddenly noticed that a stream of garbled blue code was flashing at the corner of his left eye.

He blinked. It wasn't an illusion.

"What is this?" He froze, then, with a mix of subtle feelings and anticipation, the garbled blue code gradually disappeared.

Immediately after, a sci-fi interface, like a blue dialogue box, appeared in his vision. In the center of the sci-fi interface was a dim square frame.

Just then, A piece of information naturally surfaced in Meimumu's consciousness at this moment.

His mouth parted slightly unconsciously.

After a while, he closed his mouth, and Meimumu understood what this thing was with an incredibly complex look in his eyes.

In his previous life, He had heard online that a once-in-a-millennium total solar eclipse would occur globally in an hour, so he went to the street.

Not knowing if it was true, he sat on a bench by the roadside and played League of Legends Mobile while waiting for the solar eclipse.

After some time, the solar eclipse did indeed arrive as scheduled. Daylight turned to darkness in an instant under the bright sky, and then a mysterious aurora appeared at the edge of the sun.

It was incredibly mysterious and beautiful!

Excited, his hands trembled.

He switched to the camera interface midway through the game. However, a mud truck, possibly affected by the sudden darkness, then startled him as it sped towards him.

The screech of brakes was ear-splitting.

And the smell of burnt tires wafted into his nostrils.

However, with his 18-year-old young body, he could easily dodge it.

As he dodged, his phone flew out of his hand. Heartbroken over his phone, he turned to grab it, but he tripped and lost his balance, falling down.

Coincidentally, after the phone landed, a corner of it stood upright, and he crashed his head right into it.

He only felt his left eye go black and a sharp pain...

At this moment, Meimumu felt like crying without tears:

"Logically, shouldn't I have gone to Valoran instead of coming to such a 'terrifying' world?"

Reincarnation!

He was certain, because the memories from his past life were his own, incredibly clear.

At the same time, as the memories of two lives merged and became clear, he also understood where he had arrived in this current self.

[ONE PIECE]

A fantasy world that existed in his previous life, a world of imagination.

A world of island cultures surrounded by the sea, with an overall era roughly resembling his previous life's Middle Ages, yet somehow different.

The geographical environment here was broadly divided into four outer seas to the east, west, north, and south, and the Grand Line, located roughly at the world's center.

And he was currently in a country called Frevanz, located in the North Blue.

And now, this country was facing the brink of destruction.

As the somewhat blurry information in his mind surfaced, the look in his eyes grew increasingly apprehensive.

"Even though I was a chuunibyo in my late teens and had my fantasies, they didn't have to actually bring me here, did they?"

Thinking this, his heart pounded more violently, a mix of panic, excitement, and fear. Finally, the increasingly intense sounds of gunfire from afar yanked his attention back.

At the same time, an bone-chilling dread washed over him. Having lived in this world for fourteen years, he knew all too well what kind of chaos this era held.

The Great Pirate Era had been advancing for nearly eight years.

Even in Frevanz, a nation built on false prosperity, despite its outwardly glamorous appearance, there were still plenty of gangs and thugs causing trouble within.

And himself...

Sixteen years ago, his Father came from another country to seek his fortune here. With his handsome appearance and refined conversation, he met his Mother, a disgraced noblewoman stripped of her title on the island, and married her, fathering him.

Unfortunately, Father was buried forever five years ago in a mining accident.

After the main pillars of their home collapsed.

Mother became melancholic day after day. Coupled with the occasional migraines he'd suffered since he was five, which had nearly drained their family fortune, she passed away regrettably a year later.

Thus, he became an orphan and was subsequently taken in by a nun from a Church with connections to his family.

Another year later, the nun passed away unexpectedly. In the same year, he was "graduated" from the Church due to being deemed too old.

With only one property to his name and no other source of income, he couldn't just sit around and wait to die.

From then on, he became a reporter's assistant at a large newspaper agency.

At this moment, he lowered his head to look at his left index finger, which had turned a stark white from the root. A dim light flashed in his eyes:

"Plumbism!"

Although the disease hadn't manifested yet, he remembered the patients he'd seen in the hospital five days ago, their bodies wracked by plumbism, their appearances miserable:

"Twenty years? My lifespan."

The light in his eyes dimmed, but soon, a spark reappeared:

"I have a cheat."

As he willed it, a square, azure interface appeared before him, with an empty frame in the center.

[Equipment Slot]

Immediately after, the interface blurred for a moment, and the image in the frame changed.

Three neat lines of text appeared.

Name: []

Skills: []

Specialties: []

At this moment.

Looking at the empty interface information, he, who should be called Laplace? Or Meimumu? fell into thought.

"Laplace was the name my parents in this life gave me. Meimumu, the 'mumu' part, was what my parents in my previous life habitually called me.

So..."

[Laplace.Merlin]

Merlin combined these names for himself, because Meimumu was a nickname, and Merlin was his given name from his previous life.

At the same time, the information on the interface blurred and changed, adding his name.

He then looked at the empty [Specialties] column, and a bitter smile flickered across Merlin's lips. But he quickly cheered up.

This was because he had basically understood the specific effects of his "cheat" interface.

For some unknown reason, the [Equipment Slot] inherited from League of Legends Mobile, perhaps due to reincarnation, had become a talent of his.

The talent's effect was currently that he could convert physical objects into [Equipment] that could be equipped, thereby obtaining the effects inherent to the object.

Equipping [Equipment] would unlock [Synchronization Value]. At different synchronization stages after equipping, he would have a chance to gain a certain specialty possessed by the [Equipment].

Thinking of this, a deep light flashed in Merlin's eyes.

A sense of confidence naturally arose within him.