# Chapter 1: Dangerous World
New World, Hachinos Sea Area.
On the stormy and wave-tossed sea, a massive ship drifted.
"Captain, a pirate ship has been spotted ahead!"
The cabin door burst open, and the storm, carrying damp water vapor, instantly rushed into the cabin. A 'small giant' over six meters tall, drenched, reported to the person sitting in the chair.
Opposite the small giant, the person in the chair was bare-chested. Two ferocious dragons were tattooed from his arms to his shoulders. Seemingly hearing his subordinate's report, he casually removed the newspaper that had been covering his face, revealing the face beneath. Black hair, bangs parted from his forehead, and a lazy look in his eyes. Judging by appearance alone, he looked only sixteen or seventeen. It was hard to imagine how such a young kid could make a giant over six meters tall willing to submit to him.
The young man scratched his head, put down the newspaper in his hand, and said sleepily, "Vistad, how many times have I told you? Once we enter the Hachinos Sea Area, unless we encounter those few guys, if we meet other pirate ships that dare to provoke us, sink them directly. Although I said not to relax our vigilance whether in the Hachinos Sea Area or after landing on the island, there's no need to be so nervous. Alright, go. Come find me again if you encounter a tricky enemy."
After speaking, he once again covered his face with the newspaper.
"Yes!"
Vistad, upon hearing this, directly turned around and went out to organize the crew for shelling.
In this sea area, killings happen every day. Even the fish in the seabed sometimes get to taste the flesh of big pirates with bounties over a hundred million.
Watching the small giant Vistad turn and leave, a helpless sigh came from under the newspaper.
Boom boom boom!
Outside, the sound of cannons echoed.
"Sigh, I really don't want to stay on an island with those monsters."
Thinking of those monster-like guys, Nicholas felt a headache coming on. If he had a choice, he would definitely not go to that dangerous island.
"Why, why did I come to One Piece World, and what's even more outrageous is that it's this most chaotic era?"
This is the One Piece World, and not the Great Pirate Era after Roger, but the Great Pirate Era before Roger.
At this time, the sea was turbulent, strong individuals emerged in large numbers, and the weak even struggled to survive. After all, this era was one where even Celestial Dragons could be killed.
Albert Nicholas, sixteen years old—combat personnel of the Gibeck Fleet and captain of the Seventh Division.
He really didn't want to carry this dangerous title.
One Piece World, and still in this dangerous time period. You have to know that that person is the undisputed overlord of the sea right now. Even Roger, the future Pirate King who would shake the seas with his fame, would not dare to directly challenge his might at this time. Two of the future three legendary pirates are currently key captains, and it can be said that three of the Four Emperors once stayed on Gibeck's Sword.
Even the World Government does not dare to rashly start a war with him. Even Navy Admirals, when leading a fleet, would avoid him in advance if they encountered him.
Sounds awesome, right? But Nicholas knew that it wouldn't be long before Roger and his buddy Garp would disband this top-tier group on God Island.
For the fourteen years before transmigrating to this world, he deeply understood one thing: in this world, strength is the only truth. Originally, he wanted to lie low and enhance his strength, vowing not to leave the mountain until he could kill a Four Emperors-level powerhouse with one punch.
But unfortunately, on his fourteenth birthday, he originally wanted to get a Lord of the Near Sea to satisfy his craving, but he encountered a certain delinquent captain. Not only did he eat his food, but he also dragged him from his originally peaceful and tranquil life to the cruel sea.
After that, he witnessed the most bloody scene since coming to the pirates. Hundreds upon thousands of people gathered together to kill each other, while a group of unruly guys were partying and laughing wildly around them.
Only the ten people who were still standing at the end were qualified to join them and become apprentice crew members. Fortunately, Nicholas was lucky and had the Rumble-Rumble Fruit by his side. It was in that battle that he relied on the almost bug-like ability of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit to become one of the survivors, and because of his fruit ability, he was selected by Rocks to become an apprentice crew member on Gibeck's Sword.
Boom boom boom!
The cannons were still firing, pulling Nicholas back from his memories. It seemed that this time the opponent was quite tricky, but Nicholas also understood that after all, this was the New World. If you didn't have strength, you would probably be sent to Impel Down by the navy before even entering the New World, or directly sunk.
Nicholas took out a bottle of wine from the drawer and flicked open the cap with his thumb.
Glug glug glug, he took a big gulp.
Although his body couldn't be said to be monstrous to the point of being comparable to those freaks, compared to ordinary people, he could also be classified as a monster. His vitality was vigorous, and he didn't have to worry about liver problems from alcohol at all.
Bang!
The cabin shook for a moment, and the candle on the desk in the captain's room also swayed.
"Kill!"
In the next instant, earth-shattering shouts of killing rang out.
"Are they this troublesome?"
Nicholas's expression changed. He picked up a Tachi with a blade about two meters long and covered with blood-red patterns, and instantly disappeared from the cabin.
Whoosh.
The storm poured down with rain, and the pirate ship swayed in the storm.
On the constantly undulating waves around, a pirate ship flying a skull flag could be seen having already engaged in boarding combat with another ship.
On the deck, two groups of pirates were fighting each other with weapons.
"Captain!"
Vistad, holding a shield in his left hand and an axe in his right, chopped a pirate blocking his path in half with one axe, then shouted at Nicholas, "Captain, the opponents are the Bloody Funeral Pirates! The captain is Gorbachov the Drumming Man."
Nicholas wasn't blind, he could see.
Among the opposing pirates, a large man at least four meters tall was hanging a Waist Drum on his waist and holding a double-sided axe as tall as himself. With each rhythmic beat of the drum surface, the opposing pirates seemed to have a bloodthirsty berserk buff added to them. Although their strength was inferior to Nicholas's side, they relied on a desperate fighting style to temporarily suppress Vistad and the others.
Vistad killed several people with one axe, but the group of guys on the opposite side seemed to have forgotten fear and were still charging forward fearlessly.
"Little ones, kill them all and seize the ship! Whoever grabs the treasure on board gets it!"
Gorbachov beat the animal skin drum on his waist and hammered the ground with the handle of the axe in his hand, shouting loudly.
Looking at the opposing side whose morale had increased again, Nicholas looked up at the sky and couldn't help but say, "If it weren't for the wet rain, the storm would really be a weather I like. But..."
"Listen to the roar of thunder, Lightning Strike!"
As Nicholas's voice sounded, streaks of sky-blue electric current flowed around his body, emitting a crisp "crackling" sound.
An invisible aura swept over, and even the two sides originally fighting on the ship could feel a tingling sensation on their faces. Gorbachov, who was originally buffing his men, keenly noticed the change in the air.
Almost as soon as he subconsciously wanted to dodge, hundreds of thick lightning bolts instantly fell from the sky, turning the deck in front of him into a lightning hell.
The air seemed to solidify for a second. The next moment, the lightning disappeared, as if the scene just now was just an illusion.
Zzzzzz...
Along with the disappearance of the lightning, occasionally electric currents flashed from the charred corpses scattered on the deck, crackling and reminding everyone that the scene just now was not an illusion.
A faint stench also began to permeate the air.
That was the smell of ozone emitted by the oxygen in the air being decomposed by the electric current.
Bang————!!!
"Lord Vistad, look!"
Following a pirate's voice, the captain of the Bloody Funeral Pirates, Gorbachov, a big pirate with a bounty of 130 million, slammed heavily onto the deck.
"Don't make a fuss, the captain's strength is the strongest. Quickly clean up the corpses on the deck, otherwise, Miss Bellin will see them, and you know the consequences. Also, clean up the spoils from the opposite ship."
After speaking, Vistad also walked towards the cabin.
Hearing the name Miss Bellin, the pirates on the deck seemed to have remembered something bad, their faces all changed, and then they quickly cleaned up the battlefield.
(End of chapter)