His eyes opened slowly, heavy with the ache of exhaustion. The smell of salt in the air hit him first, followed by the sound of waves crashing in the distance. The sky above was too blue, too vast. His body felt like lead, soaked clothes clinging to him like second skin.
He sat up, groaning. "...Where the hell am I?"
The beach stretched endlessly in both directions. No boats. No people. Just sand, rocks, and a dense forest farther inland. His hands trembled. Not out of fear—more like confusion. He remembered dying. Car crash. Truck. Blackness. Then... this.
"What kind of cliché is this...?" he muttered, brushing sand off his face. "Reincarnation? Seriously?"
He looked down at himself. No visible wounds. His clothes were torn up—nothing special. Black pants. White T-shirt. No shoes. But his body felt fine, too fine. Better than before.
Then, it hit.
> [Initializing All Fiction Tech System…]
[System Bound to Host: Shiro Kuroda]
[Welcome, User.]
[You may access your status by saying or thinking 'Status']
He blinked.
"What the...?"
The interface was floating in his vision. Like a transparent panel from a game HUD. Blue light, clean design. Simple text.
He muttered under his breath, "Status."
> [Status - All Fiction Tech System]
Name: Shiro Kuroda
Age: 17
Race: Human
Skills: None
Tech Points: 0
Inventory: Empty
Quests: None
System Functions:
Tech Shop [Locked]
Analysis [Unlocked]
Crafting [Locked]
Modification [Locked]
A long silence followed. He stood there on the beach, staring at the panel, heart thumping. "All Fiction Tech System? What even is that supposed to mean?"
He didn't get an answer. No AI voice. No guide. Just cold text.
"Of course. Gotta figure everything out myself…"
Shiro looked around. The sun was high, heat was creeping up. He walked toward the treeline, sticking to the shadows of palm trees. Hunger scratched at his stomach. Thirst, too.
As he walked, the system pinged again.
> [Environmental Scan Complete]
[Island: Unknown - No Name Registered]
[Threat Level: Low]
[Resources Detected: Wood, Stone, Fruit, Wildlife]
[No signs of civilization detected within 2 km]
He nodded. "Alright. First things first… food."
---
The fruit was bitter. Sour. But edible. He found it growing wild on short trees near a freshwater stream. Water came next. He drank with cupped hands, not caring about hygiene. Thirst won out.
Then he started thinking again.
"Okay. Unknown island. Got a system. I died and woke up here. System's called All Fiction Tech System." He tapped his chin. "Tech… so probably like invention stuff? Crafting maybe?"
He said it aloud just to try: "System, explain Tech Shop."
> [Tech Shop Locked. Requirements not met.]
[Gain Tech Points by fighting, discovering, or inventing.]
"Figures."
He found a stick, sharpened one end with a broken rock, made a crude spear. No system points yet, but it helped keep his hands busy. He tested its balance, though he had no training.
> [Analysis Unlocked Object: Primitive Spear]
[Basic Tool - No bonus effects]
[No TP Earned]
He clicked his tongue. "No bonus for making trash. Got it."
---
Three days passed. He built a small shelter from palm leaves and wood. It barely held together, but it shaded him from the sun. He kept a fire going, caught some fish, gathered fruit. He stayed alive.
Each night, he stared at the sky.
"This isn't Earth... That sun is too big. That moon isn't right."
He knew the signs. The air felt... off. Like fiction.
But it wasn't until the fifth day that it became real.
He was digging near the edge of the beach, trying to make a pit to roast fish when his hand struck something. Paper. He froze, heart pounding.
It was wrapped in a thin plastic sleeve. Wet, crumpled, but intact.
A newspaper.
His hands trembled as he pulled it free.
> "MARINE HQ RAISES BOUNTY ON FIRE FIST ACE – 200,000,000 BERRIES!"
He stared at the headline.
Below it, a picture. A young man with a tattooed chest, grinning, fire curling around his fists.
Portgas D. Ace.
"...No way…"
He flipped through the paper, ignoring the salt-stained pages. Other names jumped out at him—Marine Rear Admiral, Shichibukai meeting, rumors of Warlords.
Shiro stood there, frozen. The sea breeze brushed against his face. The world finally clicked.
"One Piece…" he whispered.
His breath left him.
This was not just some fantasy island. This wasn't a generic isekai world.
He was in that world.
"Three years... before Luffy starts his journey?"
He looked down at the bounty poster again. Ace. The man who would die in two and a half years. If he remembered right, Ace's bounty was first revealed shortly before Luffy left Foosha.
He had time. Not much, but enough.
His hand curled into a fist. "I need power. Fast."
The system pinged again.
> [Milestone Reached: World Identified - One Piece]
[+10 Tech Points]
[Tech Shop Unlocked]
He grinned. "Now we're talking."
"Tech Shop."
> [Tech Shop - Available Blueprints]
• Flintlock Pistol (10 TP)
• Basic Sword (10 TP)
• Compass (5 TP)
• Survival Pack [Tools, Knife, Rope] (15 TP)
• Solar Battery Charger (20 TP)
[Note: Items are blueprints only. You must gather materials and craft them.]
"Figures," he muttered. "No freebies."
Still. It was something. He had options now. Tools. Weapons. Direction.
He selected "Basic Sword."
> [Blueprint Acquired: Basic Sword]
[Materials Needed: Iron (x5), Wood (x1), Binding Material (x1)]
[Crafting Locked: Unlock with 25 TP]
"More grinding..."
Shiro looked back at the forest. He had a long way to go. The sea wasn't going anywhere, and neither was he—yet.
But this time, he had a goal.
Survive.
Build.
Level up.
And once he was strong enough…
Find out why he was sent here.
And maybe—just maybe—change everything.