King Roger's Conqueror's Destiny

Year 1510 of the Circle, Dunkirk, located in the North Blue.

Dunkirk had always carried the title of the "Great Port." It was a harbor where numerous factions intertwined—North Blue adventurers, pirates, bounty hunters, underground assassins, and the Marines—with various normal trades and underground dark transactions taking place within. Although the island held a multitude of factions, Dunkirk's order was exceptionally orderly, and almost no one dared to cause trouble on this island.

This was because the master behind Dunkirk, the Dunhold Family—a powerful family—had always maneuvered among various factions. Both the island's commerce and inter-island navigation industry were extremely developed, and there was even a guard force composed of Marines, bounty hunters, and free adventurers, who were responsible at all times for protecting the safety of the entire Dunkirk!

But now, the Dunhold Family had undergone a drastic change. Everyone inside the town stayed behind closed doors, and the streets were filled with the corpses of the former guard force. Fresh blood flowed, staining the once glorious mansion of Dunhold.

The ordinary citizens within the island were naturally completely confused. Only after the incident did they learn the ins and outs of the matter from the newspapers.

The patriarch of the Dunhold Family, who was also a rear admiral of the 11th Marine Branch—Dunhold Anthonydas—had unexpectedly colluded with pirates in an attempt to assassinate the Celestial Dragons, and had even wantonly massacred citizens on a certain island in the Grand Line. Following the impartial trial of the Judicial Island of Enies Lobby, Anthonydas was sentenced to the "Deep Sea Execution," and all members of the Dunhold Family located in Dunkirk of the North Blue were also to be dealt with for the crime of "complicity," to eliminate future trouble!

Replacing the Dunhold Family was another even more terrifying family—the Donquixote Family of the North Blue!

Everyone harbored a feeling of anxiety because they did not know how the newly appointed ruler would treat this town, and people offered a Babel of opinions for a time.

On the Cross Commercial Street of Dunkirk, someone was holding a newspaper and expressing their views on this matter.

"How could Lord Anthonydas possibly massacre citizens?" A brewery boss stuck out his belly and said to the fruit-selling elderly man nearby, "He was clearly a very upright and strict lord. Could it be that I misjudged him, knowing someone's face but not their heart? Or is this news fake to begin with..."

Upon hearing this, the old man suddenly wore a panicked expression. Before the brewery boss's voice trailed off, the old man directly tossed an apple that smashed into the brewery boss's head.

"Ouch!" The brewery uncle felt the pain, and his words stopped halfway.

"Shh!" The old man made a "shushing" gesture, and then glanced around to confirm no one had heard before he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You mustn't talk nonsense like this in broad daylight, and don't mention it to your old woman when you get back. Just let it rot in your stomach!"

"Ah?" The brewery uncle was left looking utterly bewildered by the reprimand. Seeing the old man looking so nervous, he found it amusing and said, "You're too cowardly. It's just the news, I'm just discussing it. Surely I can't even speak."

The old man sighed, closed his eyes to compose himself, and then spoke.

"If you want to talk, go ahead and talk. But you'd better stay away from me. If you die, don't blame me for not warning you!"

The brewery uncle suddenly shivered, his peripheral vision feeling as though someone in the dark was staring at him.

Could it be the new guard force of the Donquixote Family?

The brewery uncle promptly stopped talking, and soon forgot these news stories—no matter how the winds changed, he still had to sell his alcohol.

Meanwhile, in a narrow alleyway between the street's houses, a boy sat on a dilapidated, dust-covered wooden barrel with a gloomy expression, tightly clutching the dirty newspaper he had picked up from the street. Printed upon it were shockingly the photographs of every important member of the Dunhold Family.

Among them, one was labeled: Dunhold Aeneas, son of the criminal Anthonydas. Confirmed, deceased!

Beneath the boy's gloomy expression, the confusion in his gaze was hard to conceal, for his face looked completely identical to that of Aeneas in the picture. What was going on?

In fact, this boy was not from this world; he came from Earth, or rather, his previous life was from Earth.

That's right, from his perspective, he had time-traveled, transmigrated into an eight-year-old child.

And he had even transmigrated into the world of One Piece!

In his past life, he was merely a nameless nobody, the kind who would get lost in a crowd. Now having transmigrated to the world of One Piece, as an old fan of the series, he might still be able to leverage his familiarity with the plot. Besides, what if he had a cheat? Wouldn't he hit the big time then?

However, when he first woke up, he found himself lying amidst a pile of corpses and had even turned into a small child—after all, where would an ordinary person living in a peaceful era have ever seen this kind of battle? So upon arriving in this world, his very first thought was that he might as well just commit suicide.

Who could imagine what it felt like when he opened his eyes to find messy internal organs and fresh blood scattered all over the ground, and smelled the unbearable, pungent stench of dead bodies? What kind of sensation was that?

However, the appearance of the lottery system changed his mind about suicide.

This lottery system let him do a single draw right at the start, and as a result, he directly hit a grand prize—a reward rated as "Miracle Grade." Upon receiving this reward, he was instantly overjoyed.

King Roger's Conqueror's Destiny!

Mysterious Devil Fruit!

These two items together formed the "Miracle Grade" reward.

The chill and ominous premonition that the brewery uncle had felt just moments ago were precisely the boy's subconscious reaction to the brewery uncle discussing the news contents—and this originated precisely from the newly acquired Conqueror's Destiny of King Roger.

Although extremely faint, its potential was boundless!

Conqueror's Haki!

Voice of All Things!

Charisma that made people submit!

And many other subtle things.

All of these would belong to him in the future, so he could not just die like this.

"So your name is Aeneas!" Aeneas silently repeated the name. "Since I've taken over your body, I'll fulfill your unfulfilled wish for you."

Aeneas, originally from Earth, would not have felt hostility toward the brewery uncle. However, his original self was the biological son of the criminal mentioned in the news. Facing the brewery uncle's detached chatter, he would feel a subconscious resistance, which was why the aggressiveness of the Conqueror's Destiny had been activated.

An eight-year-old Aeneas could not control this ability, but Aeneas, who was familiar with the plot, knew that this should be the precursor to Conqueror's Haki.

"I'm still too young, and this skin of mine is not safe at all in this town!"

Although Aeneas possessed the Conqueror's Destiny, that fortune did not reside within himself; as long as Luffy existed, the protagonist could never be him, Aeneas!

And naturally, Aeneas would not harbor the thought of killing Luffy.

He was in the North Blue, not the East Blue, and considering Luffy's family and background, he'd better give up early on the idea of killing someone to seize their fortune.

"Why did it have to be the North Blue..."

Aeneas's original idea of getting on good terms with Ace, Sabo, and Luffy also fell through. For a moment, Aeneas was filled with anxiety as he gazed into the distance, not knowing where his path ahead lay.