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Games are meant for entertainment—a way to escape, to step away from the daily grind and enter a fictional world where you can be anyone and do anything.
As someone drained by the monotony of work, I found solace in games. The perks, the worlds, the power fantasies—they all made life a little more bearable.
Money? What's the point of earning it if you never enjoy it?
Some say it's better to save, to plan for a house, a family, a future. But that dream isn't for everyone.
As for me, I'm content with the small comforts of my modest apartment. It's enough.I lived for games, and I'd die with them. No regrets. Just satisfaction.
And then—I did.
One second, I was admiring the sunset in-game, the next… darkness. No pain. No warning. Just gone. My body slumped in a chair, monitor still glowing with the game I loved.
Normally, in stories like this, I'd lose all memory of my past life and be reincarnated clean, ready to make new choices, maybe better ones. But that's not what happened.
I woke up in a world that should've been fictional, in a body I didn't recognize, during a timeline I didn't understand.And as if that wasn't bizarre enough, the game I had been playing? It came with me.
Absurd, right? I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
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So let's do a little profiling:
My name—rather, my new name—is Kiyu Gunto. I'm an orphan, surprisingly. No records or memories of father, mother, or siblings.
But here's the kicker: I'm in Konoha.
How do I know? The three faces carved into the Hokage Monument gave it away.
Three. Not four. Which means the Fourth Hokage hasn't taken office yet. That places me somewhere between the Second and Third Shinobi Wars.
A dangerous time.
Normally, I'd be thrilled. I grew up on Naruto. Kids my age learned hand signs before cursive. We wore cosplay more often than uniforms.
Naruto was everyone's childhood.
But this? This isn't the cheerful, plot-armored Konoha from the anime. This is the bloodiest era of its history.
And unless you're a prodigy, born with a kekkei genkai, or blessed with plot armor, you're cannon fodder. Disposable.
I should be scared out of my mind. War is coming, and when it does, every able-bodied person will be sent to the front lines.
I would be terrified—if not for the system I awakened.
[The One Piece System]
At first, I thought I was hallucinating. Reincarnated into Konoha's worst timeline and gifted a system?
But then I remembered all those isekai novels. This kind of thing is par for the course.
And when I opened the system interface, my brain nearly short-circuited.
Because it wasn't just any system—it was a perfect copy of my old game. The One Piece RPG I used to play obsessively.
The One Piece RPG game is pretty much what it says it to be.
The game lets you build a custom character and take on any role in the One Piece world—pirate, marine, bounty hunter, revolutionary, even a Celestial Dragon.
And Me? I lived in that game.
Every free moment I had was spent playing—grinding levels, collecting gear, testing builds. I even spent real money on it. Not because I needed to win, but because I loved it. It was my escape.
By the time I died, I had five fully maxed-out characters, each with a different path, different powers.
And now, that entire save file? It's here.
In my head. In this world.
Every Devil Fruit I collected. Every Supreme Grade blade. Every form of Haki. Even the Ancient Weapons.
I have access to all of it.
I curiously picked one of the Supreme Blades in my inventory, [Yoru].
The iconic weapon of the greatest swordsman and Warlord of the Sea, Mihawk.
Yoru was a massive black blade, taller than most men, its surface dull and lightless. A long cross-shaped guard framed the hilt like a silent crucifix, giving the sword a grave, almost sacred presence. Heavy and austere, it looked less like a weapon and more like a symbol of overwhelming power in the hands of its wielder.
As expected, the blade hummed with power in my hands. The sleek black blade shimmered dangerously in my hands. Though imposing, it was light as a feather in my hands.
"Awesome..." I couldn't help but mutter at how awesome and imposing the sword it. I mean, how could anyone if they were an anime fan? Much less than a One Piece fan? "Maybe one day, I'll learn how to properly use you."
Dropping off [Yoru] in my inventory, I pulled out another iconic item from [One Piece].
Grasped in my hand was a large fruit not native in this world.
A heart-shaped fruit, colored a deep, glossy blue. Its surface is covered in pale, swirling patterns typical of Devil Fruits, and a small cross-shaped marking sits prominently at the center, reinforcing its surgical theme. A short, curling stem sprouts from the top, giving it an oddly delicate look—deceptively gentle for a fruit said to grant godlike power within its domain.
The [Ope-Ope no Mi].
Whoever eats this fruit will grant them the power to become the worlds greatest doctor.
I make my way to the window in my room. There, I saw the lively and alive world of Naruto.
Konohagakure. Hidden Village in the Leaves.
My ambition and dream in the world is uncertain for now. I do not know whom I will meet and the challenges I will face.
But I do know this.
I'm here now. The once linear script for Naruto has now been thrown completely out of hand because a ripple has been made.
Me.