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One Piece: Don't Worry, I'm a Doctor

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MC follows the crew – Don’t like it? Don’t read. Vir transmigrated into the world of One Piece. Right from the start, he was being hunted down by a Devil Fruit users. Just an ordinary guy and a dying deer—how was he supposed to survive this? Ding! [Congratulations, host! You have activated the 'Traumatizing Miracle Doctor System'] [Saving people while causing them severe psychological trauma will grant you a random ability from them! ] "Bro, I’m being hunted here, stop messing around—give me something useful!" [Ding! Newbie gift pack reward: Antidote x1 ] [Antidote: Instantly neutralizes all food poisoning effects. ] Vir: Σ( ° △ °|||) Good news: He has a system. Bad news: The system is useless! --- Marineford War. Everyone’s eyes were wide in shock, their faces streaked with tears as they watched Ace get pierced through. Vir: "Wipe those tears! Hold them back! A little fatal injury—still treatable." Not long after, the Whitebeard Pirates were wailing over Whitebeard’s tragic death. Vir spoke again: "Hold those tears back! Still treatable, still treatable!" And thus, Vir began his legendary journey of flexing. Aokiji: "I’m holding a severed leg, and this guy tells me ‘You are what you eat.’ Should I eat it?" Whitebeard: "That brat’s welding skills are top-notch. Don’t ask how I know!" Kizaru, who had been tasked with hunting Vir down, originally thought it would be an easy job. After all, he was just a doctor, right? Yet now, as he found himself struggling to breathe under the sheer pressure of Vir’s Conqueror's Haki, he had only one thought racing through his mind: "You’re telling me this guy is a doctor?" "Uncle, can you fix my facial paralysis too? Wanna give it a try?" --- TL Note: This is a translation. All the credit goes to the original creators. Regular schedule: 2 chapters a day If you're looking for a raw title or MTL, check out my review below.
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Forged in Chaos: A Transmigrator’s Tale in the DC Universe

Waking up in an alleyway in Gotham City was not how Ethan Reyes expected his day to start. The last thing he remembered was crashing on his couch after a long gaming session, only to find himself in a world he recognized all too well—one filled with gods, monsters, and vigilantes dressed as bats. It took him a moment to realize the city wasn’t just a detailed dream. The distant sirens, the oppressive skyline, and the neon flicker of a nearby ACE Chemicals sign confirmed it. This was Gotham. And that was bad. Then came the pain. It burned through his veins like molten fire before settling into his fingertips. A strange, instinctual urge filled his mind. His gaze landed on the dumpster beside him. Scattered around were a broken switchblade and a rusty pipe. Before he could think, his hands moved on their own, touching both objects. A pulse of energy surged through him, and suddenly, the two items fused—the broken switchblade now embedded itself within the pipe like a makeshift spear. "Holy—What the hell was that?" Experimenting further, he picked up a discarded smartphone and a pair of cheap sunglasses. Another pulse of power, and—bam—a pair of futuristic-looking AR glasses now rested in his hands, displaying HUD information in his vision. That was when it clicked. He had a power—an ability that allowed him to fuse objects together. The results? Unpredictable. Some combinations worked beautifully, while others... not so much. And in a world where Batman, Superman, and the Joker roamed, a power like this was both a blessing and a curse. Survival in Gotham Ethan quickly learned that Gotham was not kind to the weak. Without money or connections, he had to rely on his ability to survive. His first breakthrough came when he fused a lockpick set with a stolen smartwatch—creating a device that could crack digital locks. He used it to raid an abandoned weapons stash, arming himself with gear of his own making. He also experimented with weapons. A standard pistol fused with a flashlight? Now it fired tracer rounds that illuminated targets. A crowbar fused with an electric baton? A shock club capable of stunning enemies. But Gotham was filled with predators. And soon, they noticed him. The Underworld Calls Word spread fast about a "mystic craftsman" who could create bizarre but powerful items. The underworld took interest. First came the low-level thugs, hoping to use him for their own gain. Then came the bigger players. The Penguin wanted to recruit him. Black Mask wanted to own him. And the Joker? He just wanted to see what happened if Ethan fused a grenade with a rubber chicken. It was Batman who intervened first. The Dark Knight, ever the strategist, saw the potential of Ethan’s abilities. But he also saw the danger. In the right hands, Ethan could change the landscape of warfare. In the wrong hands? He could unleash nightmares. The question was—whose hands would he end up in? Survive or Be Consumed As the months passed, Ethan found himself walking a razor’s edge. If he wanted to thrive, he had to be smart. He had to stay ahead of both heroes and villains, mastering his power before someone forced him into a corner. Because in Gotham, there were only two kinds of people: Those who adapted. And those who became stories whispered in the dark.
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