A Rising Wind in Logue Town / Atlas

In One Piece, Starting by Watching Roger's Execution

Author: Si Xidao

Synopsis:

[One Piece + Twelve Talismans + Hand-to-Hand Combat + Top Swordsman + Medium-Paced Slow Burn + Undefeated Growth Arc]

In One Piece, he obtains the cheat code of the Zodiac Talismans!

He snatches the Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Model: Nika from Who's-Who!

He tramples Kaido of the Beasts to become the Strongest Creature on land, sea, and air!

He becomes a devil feared by pirates and a hero worshipped by the marines.

I!

Kanos Atlas!

Am the man who will end the Great Pirate Era!

[The synopsis is weak, so I kindly ask you all to turn the page and read the main text]

PS. The talismans in this book have undergone secondary settings by the author, aiming to better fit the One Piece world. The performance has some degree of magic-tempering; if you mind, please do not enter. Thank you, everyone!

Wind Rises in Loguetown

It was the year 1498 of the Sea Circle Calendar, in Loguetown of the East Blue.

Flashes of lightning tore through the pitch-black sky from time to time, and the sultry weather felt so oppressive that it was almost hard to breathe.

The square in Loguetown was packed with a shoulder-to-shoulder crowd, and the occasional peals of thunder seemed to echo the bustling square...

"Hey! Pirate King, where did you hide all the treasure you found?"

"Could it really be in the Grand Line!"

"You obtained it, didn't you? That one-of-a-kind One Piece!"

At that moment, an ordinary-looking Passerby suddenly shouted toward the kneeling figure on the execution platform, whose presence remained undiminished despite everything.

That passerby buddy was jokingly referred to in major web forums and chat rooms as the figure who truly kicked off the Great Pirate Era, though whether he was a plant hired by Roger remained unknown.

As the words fell, the dense crowd in front of the execution platform seemed to have been hit by a mute button, and even their breathing subconsciously slowed.

Terrified of missing some extraordinary event, the executioner on the platform grew somewhat nervous, dreading any further complications.

"Hahahahaha... You want my treasure? If you want it, I'll give it to you. Go find it!"

"The Grand Line!! I left everything this world has to offer in one place, One Piece!" Roger roared loudly as he sat cross-legged on the execution platform.

"Hey! You bastard?!"

The Executioner's expression changed drastically, and he thrust his spear forward without a moment's hesitation, instantly piercing through Roger's chest.

[Pirate King Roger -- Perished!!!]

"Oooh!!!"

As soon as those words were uttered, whether it was the crowd beneath the execution platform or people watching this magnificent live broadcast all over the world, everyone instantly boiled over.

There were Adventurers shouting loudly that they were going to find the One Piece, Ambitious Strategists watching everything with cool composure, and Revolutionaries looking on with cold detachment... The tides of an era were about to stir.

The Great Pirate Era... had begun!

"Dammit...!!!"

In a loft not far from the execution platform, a middle-aged man wearing frog-rimmed glasses and a braided goatee could not help shouting in anger as he watched this incomparably chaotic scene.

The windowsill he rested his hands on was even crushed to pieces from excessive force! Because... he knew the world... was about to be turned upside down!

[Marine Headquarters Admiral]! Sengoku!!

"Ugh..."

In an alley not far from the noisy crowd, a figure lying facedown on the ground like a dead dog seemed to be startled awake by the deafening roar of voices.

He slowly lifted his somewhat stiff neck, revealing a refined teenage face that looked to be around eleven or twelve years old.

His somewhat dazed eyes subconsciously surveyed the surroundings, just in time to catch sight of that calm face facing death, causing his pupils to instantly contract violently from shock.

"Gol D. Roger!!??"

As an anime fan, he was naturally more than familiar with Roger's wild and unrestrained face, especially those two things that were either mustaches or nose hairs; even after crossing the barrier between two dimensions and three dimensions, they remained extremely recognizable.

Yes, the teenager was one of the many transmigrators, and had unluckily transmigrated into the world of One Piece.

In his past life, he was merely an ordinary and mediocre orphan. Having finally graduated from university and found a stable job, who could have known that after falling asleep, he would end up in this damn world.

In the teenager's mind, a thing like One Piece was at best something to watch as an anime for amusement; to actually come to this world meant that merely surviving was likely a struggle steeped in blood and tears.

One had to know that this world not only had mentally disabled Celestial Dragons riding roughshod over people's heads, but also pirates committing arson and plunder everywhere, constantly threatening the safety of the lives of the lower classes.

As for Luffy and his group, they were complete anomalies among pirates; they shouldn't even be considered pirates, but rather navigators to be precise, yet they were equally destroyers of order!

As a modern person who lived in orderly surroundings, he felt completely devoid of any sense of security regarding life here.

"Kanos Atlas? There's no help for it, I can only carry your name and survive in this world." The teenager, namely Atlas, muttered to himself. With that, he mustered the last bit of his remaining strength to struggle to his feet, trying to get far away from this place of right and wrong.

There is no choice, because this place is going to be quite dangerous later. Various heroes and fierce fighters are gathering here now, such as the future Four Emperors Red-Haired, Dracule Mihawk, Ocean Pirate Doflamingo, Gecko Moria, and so on.

Even though some of them might not be as famous yet as they would become in later generations, they already possessed a touch of the demeanor belonging to the future great pirates.

The Marines could never let go of this prime opportunity to nip such danger in the bud, while pirates and Ambitious Strategists yearning for so-called freedom would certainly not surrender without a fight.

By then, this place would transform into a battlefield of blood and fire. A small-fry like Atlas might be snuffed out by the aftermath of battle at any moment, and she would probably become the most tragic time-traveler in history.

A staggering figure continuously pressed forward toward the Marine Base of Loguetown from the predecessor's memories, while the inner craving for life constantly urged her to unleash the potential deep within her body...

Her leaden legs and stomach, which felt as if they were being scorched by raging flames, served as a constant reminder of how frail this body was.

However, Atlas, who had been an orphan, had long understood a truth from her hard early years: survival or destruction always rested upon oneself. A respect for life and a yearning for it had already been branded into her very bones...

Time ticked away bit by bit, yet the short dozen-minute journey felt as agonizing to Atlas as if a century had passed. Still, the faintly visible Marine insignia ahead and the Marines not far away reminded her that the chance of survival was right before her eyes.

Finally, having seemingly endured eighty-one trials and tribulations, Atlas arrived at the Loguetown Marine Base, gazing at the seagull motif clutching a pair of scales.

For some reason, her heart relaxed in waves, and her body, no longer supported by adrenaline, gave out completely. Her vision gradually blurred, and she could only faintly hear the sound of artillery fire mixed with cries of exclamation...

I...

Before she could manage to say anything, she suddenly felt the world go black, and her already riddled body could no longer sustain itself, snapping like a lute string about to break.

Quick, there's a teenager collapsed over there...

Following that, a flurry of hurried footsteps rang out, feeling just like a dream...

A ray of sunlight pierced through the thick cloud cover, shining down on Loguetown, which still bore the scars of battle, as if heralding a new birth amidst destruction...

Inside the Loguetown Marine Base...

A delicate-looking teenage boy lay on a bed, his slightly furrowed brow and lightly perspiring forehead betraying his unsettled sleep. Suddenly, Atlas opened her tightly shut eyes, slowly taking in her surroundings before clenching her weak fists.

It seems I'm not dreaming... I've really come to the world of Pirate King.

How Atlas wished that everything she was experiencing was merely a fleeting dream, but reality dealt her a harsh slap in the face.

Judging by the current situation, she could no longer return, and could only adapt to her circumstances now that she was here.

Thinking of this, a trace of firmness gradually emerged in Atlas's eyes.

She had to grow stronger! She must become stronger than anyone else!

Because she understood clearly that in this world where the law of the jungle—the survival of the fittest—was played out to the extreme, only power returning to oneself was the foundation for standing firm.

Therefore, she intended to join the Marines.

Admittedly, in the anime Pirate King, the role played by the Marines was nothing more than the lackeys of the mere Celestial Dragons, and there were also scumbags like Captain Nezumi who not only failed to protect the territory and its people, but also colluded with pirates to oppress civilians. Yet it was undeniable that the Marines were the true righteous force maintaining order across the ocean. In this chaotic world, it was merely a matter of comparing evils, and overall, the Marines remained a faction with a belief in justice.

As for the Revolutionary Army, setting aside whether it had even been founded yet, one could glean a glimpse from their organization and guiding principles alone that this was still an insufficiently mature revolutionary organization.

As for the other pirate faction, Atlas had never even considered it.

Growing up under the red flag and having completely received nine years of compulsory education as a well-rounded youth of sound moral, intellectual, physical, and aesthetic development, Atlas simply could not bring herself to act like a pirate. Even without pillaging and plundering, her psychological threshold couldn't accept it; a pirate... was simply a pirate.

Moreover, Atlas had already grown accustomed to the relatively affluent modern life compared to the pirate world; she truly couldn't accept leading a wandering, precarious existence on the seas.

As for those disgusting celestial bubble-dragons, out of sight was out of mind, and she would just try her best to avoid crossing paths with those maggots. It could be considered a form of self-deception, since she was currently just an ordinary person struggling to survive, and she didn't need to consider such world-saving endeavors anyway.

Furthermore, the Marines possessed a complete system of inheritance, and could provide her with appropriate shelter during her weak days, granting her enough time to grow.

Besides, seeking the protection of the Marines during such chaotic times was her only option back then, or else she would have had to make a premature exit from this world.

Knock, knock-knock-knock...

Suddenly, a series of knocks sounded from outside the door, interrupting Atlas's train of thought.

Please come in...

Atlas forced her hoarse throat to part.

With a click, a beam of bright light squeezed in from outside the doorway, and a sturdy figure wearing a Justice cloak and possessing a resolute face appeared before Atlas's eyes.

Atlas was startled inwardly. Although she couldn't currently read the military rank represented by the shoulder insignia, she knew that only officers of lieutenant rank and above were qualified to wear the Justice cloak, so this man was at least a second lieutenant!

Thinking this, Atlas struggled to sit up to show her respect...

Heh-heh-heh... Kid, don't bother, you're still a wounded patient after all.

The man waved his hand, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Marcus Wright, and I am a lieutenant at the Loguetown Marine Base. You can call me Lieutenant Wright.

Marcus Wright said with a chuckle.

Yes! Lieutenant Wright, my name is Atlas. I'm an orphan, and my ambition is to become a righteous Marine.

Atlas still tried her best to stand by the edge of the bed, using the loudest voice she could muster at her current stage to answer Wright.

Oh? A righteous Marine, you say...

A satisfied look appeared on Marcus Wright's face. That damned Roger had used his life to kick off the Great Pirate Era, and the sprouts of chaos were already showing slightly now. The Marines needed more righteous people to maintain order across this ocean.

If only all teenagers were like Atlas...

Thinking of this, Marcus Wright couldn't help feeling somewhat dimmed. Yet he immediately perked up again—precisely because of this, his fighting spirit was needed to uphold justice!

"So... kid, what do you think Justice is?"

Lieutenant Marcus Wright's expression gradually turned solemn, his eyes staring straight into Atlas's pupils.

"Justice... Justice is of course striking down evil and protecting civilians!"

A flush of excitement flashed across Atlas's pale face as he said loudly.

Of course, he was faking it. Only this fit the passion and vitality a hot-blooded youth should have. If he had popped out and said, "Ah, I believe in Absolute Justice," did he think he was Akainu? Therefore, his answer had to match the limitations brought by his age and experience so that the Marines could better shape a justice for him that aligned with Marine Justice.

"Is that so... Truly not a bad Justice."

Lieutenant Wright did not voice any opposition either, but instead revealed a meaningful smile. Marines who upheld such Justice were not few; many young Marines thought this way, including his past self!

The thought flashed through his mind, and Wright continued, "Atlas, I already understand your Justice, but the Marines don't take twelve-year-old brats. However, I can make the call to take you as a Handyman at our base, though the Marines don't take trash. If you don't do well, I will fire you. Understood, Atlas?"

"Handyman Atlas obeys, Captain Sir!"

Atlas excitedly raised his hand in a military salute. Of course, this excitement was real, because it marked his formal integration into this world and his finding of a path to continuously grow stronger.

"Grumble..."

Suddenly, a stomach growl broke the passionate atmosphere. Atlas awkwardly scratched his head; he had not eaten for several days, and being able to last until now was entirely thanks to the freakish per-capita physical constitutions of the pirate world.

"All right, go to the base cafeteria later and have a good meal. After all, upholding Justice also requires filling one's stomach."

Wright could not help but chuckle. In the end, he was just a child!

"Yes!"

Atlas said loudly.