Transmigrated into the One Piece World

Roommate: "Which beauty in One Piece is your favorite? Boa Hancock or Robin?"

Moke looked at his roommate with a hint of disdain in his gaze. That question alone made things abundantly clear—this guy simply favored Boa Hancock and Robin.

Most importantly, did he really think Moke wouldn't know why he liked those two?

Wasn't it just because of their high milk yield?

And he had the nerve to pretty it up by saying, no matter who goes hungry, a child shouldn't.

Pui...

You just lust after their bodies and refuse to admit it.

Seeing Moke look at him without a word, the roommate couldn't help acting extremely chūnibyō as he said, "I'm the God of Wishes. As long as you tell me which character you like, I can let you cross over into the world of One Piece and grant you supreme strength. You'll be able to hold beauties in both arms... and enjoy the greatest of blessings."

Moke: "..."

He was done for with this mentally deficient roommate. Truly...

Besides, knowing this guy as well as he did, if he didn't answer, it would definitely be endless.

So he thought about it, and a moment later replied, "Personally, I like Bellemere, Nami, and Nojiko."

"Tashigi and Kuina are pretty good too."

"There's also Viola and Rebecca..."

"Of course, Perona is quite acceptable as well."

"Huh?"

The roommate wore a dumbfounded expression because, in his mind, the people Moke mentioned... aside from Nami, whose popularity was higher... the others... sometimes couldn't even be recalled. Figures like Viola, Rebecca, Bellemere, and Nojiko had extremely, extremely low presence.

At most, Perona's abilities had nearly wiped out the Straw Hat Crew, and the visual effect of her moves was quite comical, which made people remember her vividly.

Deeply puzzled by this, he asked, "Why?"

"Cough, cough..."

He had to admit, his chūnibyō roommate still hadn't grown up yet!

So he leaned into the roommate's ear and gave him his first lesson in life.

As Moke spoke, the chūnibyō roommate's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the expression on his face grew more and more shocked, as if a door to the New World had been opened for him.

His heart remained unsettled for a long time.

After a long while, he said to Moke, "Holy shit... it has to be you. You really know how to play!"

At this very moment, his admiration for Moke was like the rolling waters of a mighty river, continuous and unending; it was like the overflowing Yellow River, impossible to stem once it broke its banks...

Immediately, with a wave of his hand and in an even more chūnibyō fashion, he said, "I am the God of Wishes. Since you have answered sincerely, I shall fulfill my previous promise to you... Transmigrate... Uh???!!!"

The next second, the roommate froze entirely in place because Moke had vanished.

That was right, he had just vanished.

He had clearly been right in front of his eyes a moment ago, but now he had disappeared into thin air, as if Moke had never been there at all.

"Ah, this..."

The roommate felt completely unwell.

Because he suspected he was experiencing hallucinations. He only heard himself subconsciously mutter, "Could it be that playing League of Legends all by myself every day for the past month took too much out of me...? Am I hallucinating?"

Otherwise, how else could one explain a living, breathing person disappearing into thin air right before his eyes?

By then, his handsome face had already turned deathly pale from fright.

In the world of One Piece, on a small island in the East Blue, a man with a slender build was smoking a cigarette in a corner of the island.

He simply couldn't believe that his chūnibyō roommate had actually waved a hand and swept him right into the world of One Piece.

Could that fellow really be some sort of God of Wishes?

Did gods even come as chūnibyō as that?

He had to admit, that was even harder for him to believe than arriving in the world of One Piece.

Most importantly, could this jerk be a little more reliable?

Send him to the One Piece world if he must!

But what about the promised supreme strength?

If nothing else, giving him a golden finger would have been fine too!

Some kind of spatial dimension!

Some kind of system!

Some kind of mall!

Some kind of hundred-times cultivation speed!

You could at least show up with one of those!

With nothing, how was he, an ordinary person, supposed to survive in this world where might made right?

Time flew by in a flash; in the blink of an eye, he had already been in the One Piece world for a month, going from initial bewilderment to boiling excitement, and finally to accepting reality.

His heart had already turned cold.

Weakness was a crime.--Sir Crocodile

The weak have no right to speak of justice!--Crocodile

So-called ideals are just "reality" that only those with simultaneous power can speak of.--Crocodile

What did I steal? Money, fame, trust, life, rain? What do you want me to return to you? The things I've taken are simply too many.--Crocodile

These were Crocodile's classic quotes.

No, in this world, they could even be called supreme truths.

Having transmigrated here, no matter how much he exercised his body, he could only ever be somewhat stronger than an ordinary person. At most, he could go from fighting a few people to fighting ten. If he wanted to act cool in this ordinary-beyond-ordinary little place and shout at the top of his lungs, "I can take thirty..." well, I suppose he could.

Yet what bloody use was that?

Out on the vast ocean, he would just be an ant pinched to death in a minute.

Of course, there was still one path to becoming stronger. That was a Devil Fruit, but were Devil Fruits really that easy to come by?

Besides, with strength like his, unless that middle-school-chuunibyou roommate of his suddenly found a conscience and tossed one over to him, he could just forget about it!

Setting sail meant instant death!

Because he was far too weak.

Therefore, reason overcame passion, and he resigned himself to his fate.

He might as well just be a salted fish!

And yet, a salted fish system would be nice, too! You crafty old bastard... Moke cursed toward the sky.

"Moke... Moke..."

Just at that moment, a rough, booming voice rang out from not far behind him.

He couldn't help turning his head to look, only to see the village chief of this small island hurrying toward him.

"???"

Moke wore a look of utter confusion.

After he transmigrated to this small island, it was this village chief who had taken him in. Moreover, this village chief was extremely open-minded. As long as he finished the tasks assigned to him, the chief basically didn't care where he went.

Unless there was genuinely something the matter.

"Chief, is something the matter?"

Toward this village chief who had taken him in, Moke still felt a great deal of gratitude and respect. Therefore, even though he had been sitting down, he immediately stood up.

Moke's action naturally did not escape the chief's notice. The old man couldn't help giving Moke a deep look, his eyes carrying a hint of guilt.

Finally, he let out a sigh: "Sigh... Come with me!"

"???"

Moke nodded and followed along, while at the same time feeling a myriad of doubts in his heart. He couldn't help pressing for answers: "Chief, what on earth has happened?"

The village chief fell silent for a moment, and then a conflicted expression appeared on his face. After a long while, he finally said: "Pirates are here..."

Moke froze right where he stood.

Having come to this world for a month, he already had a certain understanding of it. When pirates came, it generally meant one of three things: robbery, collecting protection money, or conscripting able-bodied men.

The former applied to passing pirates. They acted without any scruples, burning, killing, looting, and doing pretty much everything.

That one could be ruled out first.

Because if it truly were those types, the commotion definitely wouldn't be small. Even though the place where he lived was a bit remote, he still would have been able to hear the racket.

The remaining two.

Those were committed by pirates who claimed a fixed territory. Within this territory, they demanded that all villages and towns hand over wealth. At the same time, they also required a supply of people to be sent into the pirate crew.

To become cannon fodder within the pirate crew.

And what he was about to face now, most likely, was...