(Leave your brain here.)
(This is my first time writing One Piece fanfiction, so please bear with me.)
(I stopped watching after Wano Country, so this may be very different from what you know.)
The Holy Land, Mary Geoise.
Inside an opulent, pure-white palace bedchamber, a handsome boy whose build still showed his youth slowly opened his eyes, waking on a soft, oversized bed.
His gaze was bewildered as he surveyed the utterly unfamiliar, extravagantly luxurious surroundings and murmured under his breath.
"Where am I?"
No sooner had he spoken than a stunning, voluptuous woman slowly knelt on one knee before him.
Her manner was utterly deferential, her voice filled with cautious reverence.
"Great Saint Rosy Charlos, this is the Holy Land, Mary Geoise. Have you forgotten?"
Rosy Charlos gave his heavy head a slight shake as chaotic fragments of memory churned through his mind.
One moment, he had been an ordinary person on Earth, standing by the roadside buying a savory crepe.
The next, an out-of-control submarine had suddenly plummeted from the sky, knocking him unconscious on the spot.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become a young Celestial Dragon in this world of pirates.
A glimmer of realization flashed through Rosy Charlos's eyes, and he muttered to himself.
"Looks like... I've transmigrated."
Between the woman's form of address and this legendary Holy Land, he instantly pieced together his situation.
He had become one of the lofty Celestial Dragons, standing at the very pinnacle of the world.
At that thought, the boy's eyes instantly lit up.
"Wow, did I just hit the jackpot?"
Rosy Charlos turned his gaze back to the gorgeous woman kneeling before him and spoke casually.
"Stand up."
The woman dared not disobey in the slightest. She rose gracefully and stood straight in place, every movement meek and proper.
"Turn around."
Without the slightest hesitation, she slowly turned in a full circle, displaying every curve of her flawless figure.
Charlos openly looked her up and down, silently admiring her.
Wow, she really does have a great figure.
He looked up at her and asked casually, "What's your name?"
"Saint Charlos, my name is Akali."
Charlos nodded, a carefree smile curling his lips.
"Akali, huh? Nice name. You'll be joining me tonight."
Akali lowered her head and bowed, her expression respectful, not daring to object in the slightest.
Charlos glanced toward the bright daylight outside the window and asked offhandedly.
"Is it morning?"
"Yes, Saint Charlos. It is early morning."
"Then bring me today's newspaper."
Watching Akali leave, Charlos quickly began thinking things through.
He needed to establish exactly where he was in the timeline first.
Before long, Akali hurried back into the bedchamber, respectfully carrying a fresh newspaper, and presented it to Charlos with both hands.
Charlos took the newspaper, his gaze immediately finding the date printed at the top: Sea Circle Calendar, year 1498.
The enormous front-page headline announced that Roger had just been executed.
Charlos stared at the words on the paper, understanding dawning on him.
The Great Pirate Era had just begun.
Good thing it wasn't the chaotic period after Luffy set sail.
As a young Celestial Dragon, he still had plenty of time to enjoy the privileged life of the Holy Land.
The good times were only just beginning.
Charlos stood up, only then realizing that Akali was actually a good bit taller than he was.
He instinctively glanced down, an odd expression crossing his face.
A moment later, he looked up at Akali.
"Akali, you don't need to come tonight after all."
Akali asked no questions. She bowed slightly and replied, "Yes, Saint Charlos."
The palace doors were suddenly flung open, and a girl burst in like a whirlwind. It was Shalria.
"Charlos! I've come to see you!"
Following behind her was a little boy with snot dangling from his nose and a bratty look on his face: Saint Charlos. One glance at the child's runny nose stirred disgust in Charlos's heart.
Akali lowered her head and respectfully stepped aside, not daring to look directly at them.
Shalria ran up to Charlos, tugging at his leg as she chattered, "I ate all my food today! Wasn't I good?"
But Charlos's gaze wasn't on her. He was still staring at the snot-nosed Charlos beside her.
Charlos's eyes landed on Akali, and he immediately began shouting, "Hey, I like this woman. Give her to me."
Charlos's brows instantly knitted tightly together.
Shalria's expression darkened, and she turned to snap, "Charlos, why did you follow me here? Get out!"
Charlos shouted indifferently, "I'm talking to my brother, not you. How dare you talk back?"
Fury surged through Shalria. She rushed forward, grabbed Charlos by the collar, and hurled him straight out the door.
"Ow! Ouch!"
Charlos's cries of pain came from outside.
Shalria turned back to Charlos, her earlier belligerence vanishing completely. A shy look appeared on her face as she asked softly, "You don't think I'm violent, do you?"
Charlos replied calmly, "No. Shalria, what did you come to see me for?"
Shalria held his arm, her eyes sparkling. "Charlos, my father just bought a few slaves at the auction. I came especially to get you so I could show you the new slaves."
Shalria grabbed Charlos's arm and said excitedly, "Yay! Let's go see them together!"
Charlos nodded and followed Shalria out of the bedchamber.
The two arrived at an enormous, spacious courtyard, where several shackled slaves stood. A man dressed as a pirate struggled desperately, roaring in fury, "You bastards! You're all animals!"
On a raised platform in the courtyard, the head of the Rosy Family held a teacup. He leisurely took a sip and sighed.
"Good grief, what a noisy slave."
As his words fell, he drew a pistol, and a bang rang out.
The roaring pirate collapsed at the sound, killed instantly.
Watching the scene unfold, Charlos instinctively swallowed.
Discomfort welled up inside him, yet this body showed no resistance or nausea whatsoever.
Charlos inwardly came to terms with it.
That's right. This was a Celestial Dragon's body. It had already witnessed scenes like this countless times.
The family head turned, his gaze settling on Charlos.
"Oh, if it isn't Charlos. You're here."
Charlos quickly searched the lingering memories in his mind. Only then did he realize that the man before him was not Saint Rosward from the original story, but an elder of this branch of the family-his own grandfather.
Charlos bowed slightly and greeted him. "Grandfather, I'm here."
Beside him, Shalria hurried forward and called out, "Grandfather, I'm here too!"
Just then, Saint Rosward slowly emerged from the side, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure. "My, my, Father. This batch of slaves doesn't seem very obedient."
His gaze swept toward Charlos, his eyes brimming with undisguised resentment.
Charlos understood at once.
It seemed Rosward had yet to become the head of the family.
But now that he was here, that position would have nothing to do with Rosward.
The head of the Rosy Family spoke slowly. "Shalria, these are the new slaves your father sent over. You and Charlos can each choose a few to take back."
Shalria was instantly overjoyed. "Yay! Thank you, Grandfather!"
She turned to Charlos, her eyes full of anticipation. "Would you like to choose first?"