Unsailed Diary

September 12, 1503, Sea Calendar.

My name is Sig. I never imagined that staying up late to read Lord of the Mysteries would lead to transmigration.

My body seems to be my own, but it's become younger. The people around me have started calling me "Siegfried."

The good news is, I've figured out where I've transmigrated to. At least it's not into Lord of the Mysteries. But the bad news is, this is the world of One Piece, and... it's Mary Geoise, the most prosperous and dirtiest place in the One Piece world. And here I am, with an explosive bracelet, being pushed onto the auction block.

What's worse, on this day, a stupid pig wearing a round glass helmet passed by the auction house and casually bought all the slaves... including me!

September 16, 1503, Sea Calendar.

There probably isn't a worse transmigration start in One Piece. The only stroke of luck in this misfortune is that I can understand their language—even though it's not a language I know, I've grasped it instinctively.

September 17, 1503, Sea Calendar.

The Celestial Dragon's hoof print has been branded onto my back...

Damn it! I wonder if I can get rid of it later.

That stupid pig hasn't taken an interest in me yet. Judging by my body, I'm about thirteen years old. I hope it never does!

October 1, 1503, Sea Calendar.

Hahaha, I've found my golden finger for transmigration!

I haven't slept well for several nights, but I've finally figured out how to activate this thing!

When I meditate, I can see a mirror in my mind. When my consciousness focuses on this mirror, I can see my own... what would you call these? Professions?

In the mirror, on a vast sea, float five sets of characters I've never seen before. They're not Chinese, nor are they Sea Calendar script, yet I instinctively understand them—Spectator, Sailor, Singer, Reader, Mystic.

Hahaha, I recognize them! These aren't "professions"; they're the starting points of the five divine pathways from Lord of the Mysteries!

Corresponding to the five pathways of the "Chaos Sea."

Today, I was too excited and got beaten up by the slave who manages the dungeons. I, Sig, will remember this grudge...

October 9, 1503, Sea Calendar.

I think I understand how this golden finger works!

I don't need to choose; I apparently possess all five of these "divine pathways"?

After activating them all, my observation and physical strength have greatly improved. Although I'm still not as strong as those slaves who came from pirate backgrounds and sailed the first half of the Grand Line, I'm definitely not like a thirteen-year-old kid who hasn't had any special training!

And the useless part is, I've become very good at singing.

As for the method of improvement, I suspect it's the "acting method," but I haven't fully verified it yet.

I haven't discovered any risk of "loss of control" yet, after all, there are no evil gods here...

There are also no natural prayer rituals that awaken on their own... so I still don't know how to act as a Mystic.

Whether the "divine pathways" can be promoted is also something I can't determine yet.

October 10, 1503, Sea Calendar.

Oh no! After fighting with other slaves, that stupid pig has set its sights on me!

October 21, 1503, Sea Calendar.

These stupid pigs are completely unreasonable! Good heavens, they beat my back until it bled, exposing bone, just because my glare was wrong... I, Sig, will remember this grudge!

October 25, 1503, Sea Calendar.

Humiliation! Today, I had to prostrate myself before that Celestial Dragon. I, Sig, will remember this grudge!

November 3, 1503, Sea Calendar.

My kneeling posture was wrong last time, so I was hung up for seven days.

December 1, 1503, Sea Calendar.

Damn Celestial Dragons, they actually made me pull a cart? I'm not livestock!

January 9, 1504, Sea Calendar.

Today, I almost got killed for saying the wrong thing. I need to be more careful. I'll use Chinese characters for my diary.

These parasites of the world, I'll kill you all sooner or later!

[Sea Calendar 1504, February 7th.

When pulling the cart, using a subtle force in the knees makes it easier. Also, try to make the big guys next to you do most of the work, so at least your knees won't be ruined at night.

[Sea Calendar 1504, April 10th.

It's been a long time since I've written in my diary. I've been too busy lately...

Indeed, the "acting method" is effective. I watched with detached amusement as the Celestial Dragons abused other slaves. The slaves fought each other uglily for a bite of food, or even for their master's favor. This made my "Spectator" ability shine brighter, my observation skills grew stronger, and my covert observations became harder to detect.]

[Sea Calendar 1504, April 12th.

I discovered it!

During a time when other slaves were being fed Devil Fruits to increase the entertainment value, I instinctively found that "praying" to these strange fruits could slightly enhance the "Mystic" ability.

It's a strange thing, but no matter what, any discovery is a good thing!

Because I behaved so well, I finally got the chance to read books, even if they were just about slave etiquette...

At least my "Reader" ability is improving because of it. After only a few readings, my comprehension is almost back to pre-college entrance exam levels.]

[Sea Calendar 1504, April 18th.

Because I'm always seen reading the Slave Code of Conduct, I'm considered an obedient slave. Recently, Saint Charlos even wants me to manage the other slaves.

Sailors, Singers...

I still don't know what to do.]

[Sea Calendar 1504, April 23rd.

Saint Charlos actually has a knack for music. After I was discovered secretly singing, I won't have to pull carts or be a stool anymore!]

[Sea Calendar 1504, May 1st.

I, Siegfried, Saint Charlos's Singer, observe the envious and jealous expressions of the other slaves. It's truly a unique feeling.

Besides the "Singer" ability, I also have "Spectator" to thank, as it allows me to discern Saint Charlos's preferences.]

[Sea Calendar 1504, July 10th.

Saint Charlos's Singer is still someone who has slaves serving him today!

Well, even though I'm still a slave, at least my rank is higher.

My master even brought me to perform in front of other Celestial Dragon families...]

[Sea Calendar 1504, October 21st.

Today, a fool was executed. I observed the whole thing with glee!

He was a foolish Revolutionary Army member who was discovered after infiltrating Mary Geoise...

Revolutionary Army, tsk tsk, a bunch of guys disrupting world order!

Although my masters have their flaws, only the World Government's rule maintains order, allowing ordinary people to live stable lives!

Well, how many slaves can masters like mine capture? How many people will those pirates harm?

And as long as you obey obediently, like me, masters can actually be reasoned with...

Why can't that Revolutionary Army fool understand this?]

[Sea Calendar 1505, January 6th.

Today, I, Siegfried, performed in the concert hall wearing a formal suit!

Although the audience wasn't large, everyone present were great Celestial Dragons...

Slave? What slave? I don't consider myself a slave, don't lump me in with those guys.

Yesterday, a pirate captured by my master was talking about freedom and defiance? How laughable!]

[Sea Calendar 1505, March 6th.

Today, my master went out on a patrol and hunt, and brought back a little girl. However, she kept crying and throwing tantrums, so she was whipped severely...

This is not good!

I really hope she can adapt faster. This isn't misfortune; even if she wasn't caught this time, she might be plundered by pirates next time, or misled by the Revolutionary Army to her death, right?

The Masters are the cornerstone of the world's relative stability. I must help her change her mindset as soon as possible.

However, the Masters have forbidden her from eating tonight. Treatment... Oh! She'll die like this...

Fine, I'll save some food and go get some external medicine from the slave doctor, then secretly deliver it to the dungeon.

Such a kind Siegfried.

[Sea Year 1505, March 14th.

My act of bringing food and medicine eight days ago was discovered. I was hung up for seven days...

Mm, the Masters' temperaments do have some flaws, but after I reflected properly, they forgave me.

But I never saw that little girl again, and I controlled myself from asking others. I always felt... a little off!

This mindset is not good... I hope there will be a "program" to execute Revolutionary Army members soon. Watching more of them would be very stress-relieving.]

[Sea Year 1505, July 14th.

I think the Masters have forgiven me. Recently, I've started singing for the Masters again during dinner.]

[Sea Year 1505, September 14th.

My voice has changed—because of being a "Singer," my voice change came a little later and didn't have as big an impact. It still sounds good when I sing. Every day I can feel the change in my voice; it shouldn't be long before I can be "reborn from the ashes."

However, my adult voice will be different afterward. I need to change my singing style. I hope the Masters will still like it.]

[Sea Year 1505, December 14th.

I failed again today. The Masters aren't interested in this singing style. This won't do; I need to find a way.]

[Sea Year 1506, January 1st.

I've fallen out of favor recently. The Masters haven't listened to me sing for several days, and some slaves have started to mock me.

But on New Year's Day, the Masters still called me to perform at the banquet!

There were guests of Saint Rosward present. I am honored...

However, the guest seemed to say something to the Masters, and afterward, the Masters looked at me strangely?]

[Sea Year 1506, January 10th.

(Today's diary was filled in by Master Sig on the ship!)

Damn stupid pigs, damn Siegfried!

Sig, what on earth are you thinking?

If you had any brains, you wouldn't have realized that Celestial Dragons are all stupid pigs, bastards, and the maggots of the world, only when you were about to be castrated!

When I woke up today, I was already shackled to the operating table, and the slave doctor was preparing to make the cut—fortunately, as my role-playing deepened, although I didn't get promoted, my physical fitness increased significantly, allowing me to wake up early.

He also didn't expect that a seemingly delicate singer would have a physique comparable to a small pirate who had just arrived at Mary Geoise.

The slave doctor told me that that stupid pig found a way to stop my voice change: castration followed by hormone injections...

Charloss, you damned bastard... and Rosward... he must have told Charloss that day! You all deserve to die...

No! All Celestial Dragons deserve to die!

Seeing me wake up, the slave doctor prepared to re-administer the anesthetic. I tried my best to stall...

Thanks to the "Spectator" ability, I have a very accurate grasp of the personalities of those around me, but it's only enough to stall. After all, I can't reach the level of "psychological suggestion"...

Who will save me...

Are there any pirates who aren't afraid of death? What about the Revolutionary Army?

Fortunately, just then, an alarm sounded.

Several guards ran in, calling for the slave doctor and me to take shelter.]

"What's happening?" Sig asked the guard nervously.

The guard looked at Siegfried with disdain hidden in his eyes, but he tried his best to maintain a respectful demeanor. "Some stupid Fish-Men have rioted and are setting fires everywhere... Well, we can handle these things. You should just hide."

After all, this guy in front of them was a slave favored by the Masters. The guard maintained some patience on the surface!

Sig was stunned upon hearing this—Fish-Men rioting? Setting fires?

Could it be...

Sig suddenly felt that today was the day the "Sailor" role-play was set to officially begin!