The only real concern now… was the crazy variety of Devil Fruits in this world.
Some of those ability-based fruits? Absolutely busted.
Take Perona, for example—Moriah's ghostly little minion. She ate the Hollow-Hollow Fruit, which let her summon ghosts that could zap a person into a deep pit of negativity, instantly draining their will to fight.
Or Sugar, one of Doflamingo's crew. Her Hobby-Hobby Fruit could literally turn people into toys with a touch—and erase them from everyone's memory.
Then there was that woman from Gild Tesoro's crew, the one with the Lucky-Lucky Fruit. She could suck away other people's luck and dump a mountain of misfortune on them instead.
Yeah… some of those abilities were nightmare fuel.
Still—high risk, high reward.
Devil Fruits were dangerous… but that didn't mean he couldn't eat one.
If he could find a powerful Paramecia or even a rare Mythical Zoan, he could skyrocket his strength to absurd levels.
But if he had to pick the perfect Devil Fruit...
One name immediately flashed through Bravoc's mind:
The Gravity Fruit.
The one Fujitora used in the original story.
Any real Dragon Ball fan knew there were two ultimate hacks for a Saiyan:
Dragon Balls (obviously)
Gravity chambers
Sure, Goku and crew didn't use the Dragon Balls to gain power directly—unlike all those power-hungry fanfic protagonists—but the gravity chamber? That was their bread and butter.
If Bravoc could get his hands on the Gravity Fruit, he could create instant gravity fields around himself. That meant training in 10x, 20x, even 100x gravity—anytime, anywhere.
Remember, Kakarot started off with a power level of 2 as a baby and just a few hundred as an adult (when Gohan was born, Goku was already fully grown). He was considered a low-class warrior.
And yet—with nothing but effort and gravity training, he became a Super Saiyan. Eventually, even a Super Saiyan God.
Bravoc was already rocking a power level of 1,000 as an adult.
So becoming a Super Saiyan?
Totally within reach.
That said… did he even need to go that far right now?
This was the One Piece world. And at this power level? He might already be overkill.
Still, Devil Fruits had one big downside: water weakness.
But—he remembered something important from the manga. The genius scientist Vegapunk had developed tech that allowed inanimate objects to "eat" Devil Fruits.
So what if he could do something similar?
Infuse the Gravity Fruit into an item—a wristband, a necklace, a training belt—something he could use on demand without ever eating it himself.
Definitely worth keeping in mind.
For now, though, he needed to figure out what point in the timeline he had landed in.
"Any chance you've got today's paper?"
All those thoughts had passed in a single instant.
Refocused, Bravoc looked up at the news bird still hovering nearby.
He knew these delivery birds were intelligent—and with a bit of effort, you could talk to them.
"Hmph!"
The news bird turned its head away with an arrogant little scoff.
It was, after all, a subordinate of the great News King—a proud flier of the open seas. Even the most infamous pirates out there would obediently hand over 50 Berries for a copy of the paper the moment they spotted it.
And yet this guy?
He had the nerve to grab it by the neck and yank the papers straight out of its bag?!
And now he wanted help?
Keep dreaming.
"Oh? Not talking?" Bravoc flashed a wide grin, his pearly white teeth gleaming. "Fine. Guess I'll just roast you and eat you instead. Once I've had my fill, I'll go find the news myself."
"...Huh?! Wha—WHA?!!"
The bird froze.
Did he just say he was gonna EAT it?!
Bravoc's hungry, unblinking stare confirmed it wasn't an empty threat. The bird flailed its wings in panic, then frantically pointed its feathers toward a different pocket in the mailbag.
"Oh? So that's where you're hiding the good stuff."
Tossing the wanted posters aside, Bravoc pulled out another bundle—this one clearly marked as the actual newspaper.
He unfolded it, and the front-page headline immediately caught his eye.
A full-page photo of a young man with wild black hair and faint freckles, hands bound in Seastone cuffs, looking straight ahead with a calm, resigned expression.
Below the photo was his name, bounty, affiliations, and the shocking news surrounding his capture.
"Fire Fist Ace"
Commander of the 2nd Division, Whitebeard Pirates
Classified as a highly dangerous criminal
"Ace? Fire Fist Ace?!"
The real-life version looked a bit rougher than his anime counterpart, but Bravoc immediately recognized him—especially after skimming the details in the report.
And with that came a realization.
If Ace was in custody right now…
Then this was just before the Marineford War.
The Summit War, also known as the Paramount War—one of the most legendary battles in One Piece history. After capturing Ace (through Blackbeard's betrayal), the World Government had announced a public execution at Marineford, hoping to send a message to pirates across the globe.
But what they didn't expect was that Whitebeard himself would show up—with his entire fleet and all his allied pirate crews in tow.
Over 40 subordinate pirate groups, alongside Whitebeard's own 16 division commanders. Total fighting force? Estimated between 50,000 to 100,000.
And the Navy?
They weren't pulling punches either.
Nearly 100,000 elite marines from across the world had been called to Marineford. The Warlords of the Sea—the Seven Shichibukai—were summoned too.
Which meant... the battlefield would hold over 150,000 to 200,000 fighters, many of them among the strongest characters in the series.
Back in his old world, Bravoc remembered watching this arc unfold in the manga.
But now?
He had a chance to witness it LIVE.
Not as a viewer… but as someone inside the world.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance," Bravoc muttered, his eyes gleaming.
"There's no way I'm missing this."
How could he skip the chance to see Marineford unfold before his very eyes?
This was the real-life version of a peak anime episode—front row seats included.
Bravoc could feel the blood rushing in his veins.
His spirit was on fire.
"Hey, one last question," he said, sliding the newspaper back into the news bird's satchel.
"Caw?" the bird grumbled internally, cursing this freeloader.
Seriously, this was like reading a whole webnovel and not even clicking 'like' once.
But the news bird knew when to pick its battles.
This guy? Definitely not worth resisting.
"How do I get to Marine Headquarters?"
"Caw?"
"Hmm?"
"Caw! Caw-caw!"
The bird flapped its wings and pointed toward the horizon with one feathered limb.
As a bird that didn't rely on Log Poses like normal navigators, it had its own internal GPS. News birds like this were trained to recognize major island locations and nearby routes—how else would it fly out, gather breaking news, and sell papers across the seas?
"That way, huh? Got it. You're free to go."
Bravoc bent down and picked up the stack of wanted posters he'd left on the ground.
"Caw?" The bird tilted its head, clearly wondering why he wasn't returning them.
"Just borrowing 'em," Bravoc said with a grin.
The bird rolled its eyes.
'Borrowing'?
Yeah right.
That tone basically screamed "permanently stolen."
But what could it do? At least it hadn't ended up as rotisserie lunch.
It gave a final flap of its wings and zipped off, not daring to linger.
Once the bird was gone, Bravoc looked down at the thick wad of wanted posters and gave them a satisfied pat.
To him, these weren't just bounty posters.
They were deposit slips.
Now all he had to do was track down a pirate, take 'em out, and cash in the reward at Marine HQ.
As for things like joining the Marines or becoming a pirate himself?
Nah.
Not unless there was serious profit in it.
For now, it looked like he was more than strong enough to stay neutral. The only real threat came from those weird, rule-breaking Devil Fruit users.
But even then, the One Piece world was huge.
Freaks like that were the exception, not the rule.
Chances were he'd never even run into one.
So for now?
"I'm unbeatable. Do what you want—just don't get in my way."
He grinned to himself, casually tossing the posters over his shoulder and letting them fall back into his hand.
"And I'll do the same. Go where I want, when I want."
Free.
Unstoppable.
Hungry for adventure—and maybe a bit of bounty money.