He was just a third-year engineering student from a middle-class home. A Gym rat, a coder, a protective brother. He quit his vices. He was getting better.
Krishna had nearly rebuilt his life—quit smoking, started lifting, topped his project viva. Things were finally getting better.
Then his father came home drunk.
A slap. A fall. Blood on tile.
A knife. A final breath: “Sorry, Amma.”
But death wasn’t the end.
In the stillness between worlds, he awakens. Not in heaven. Not in hell. But before the Divine Himself—the Original Krishna. Flute-playing, mischief-smiling, god of gods, smiling like a friend from lifetimes ago.
Rebirth is not offered. A choice is. A cosmic offer.
One wish—Nano Machine.
One sword of Dharma—Asi, lost to time.
One AI born of Goddess Saraswati’s wisdom—Medha.
And one guardian—Sheshika, a celestial serpent and fragment of Ananta Shesha—his guide, his protector, and his divine bond.
Now reborn in a world of pirates, tyrants, and broken gods, he must rise—not to conquer, but to uphold something far greater.
Dharma. Truth. And the soul of the storm.
Welcome to One Piece: Warrior of Dharma—where myth meets manga, and fate calls a broken soul to rise.