Sea Circle Calendar, Year 1516!
Paradise—First Half of the Grand Line.
Drum Island!
After the old king's death from illness, the Drum Kingdom—renowned throughout the world for its advanced medical expertise—welcomed its new ruler, Wapol.
The citizens, still mourning their beloved former king, would soon find their grief replaced by something far worse.
Unlike his father, Wapol had been a spoiled prince from birth, pampered beyond reason and rotten to the core.
Upon ascending the throne, he immediately enacted absurd laws to cement his power, driving the entire nation into chaos.
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One year later.
Before departing for the World Government's Reverie, Wapol issued his most heinous decree yet—the "Doctor Hunt" law—determined to secure his regime once and for all.
Only the twenty doctors willing to serve him exclusively would be spared: the "Doctor-20."
Just two Doctors managed to escape this purge: Dr. Hiriluk and Dr. Kureha, who remained at large despite the manhunt.
When Wapol returned from the Reverie and learned of their survival, he spread false rumors that the Doctor-20 had fallen gravely ill.
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This night.
A blizzard raged.
Despite knowing it was a trap, Dr. Hiriluk—driven by his unwavering faith in medicine—arrived at the castle to treat the supposedly dying Doctor-20.
Facing the king and his guards, weapons drawn and ready, Dr. Hiriluk calmly sat down and pulled out his sake.
"Thank goodness—there are no patients after all. I was worried something terrible had happened to our country."
"What a relief... it was just a trick to lure me out."
"You people can't kill me."
"Let me ask you—when does a person truly die? When a bullet pierces their heart?"
"WRONG."
"When they're struck by an incurable disease?"
"WRONG AGAIN."
"When they drink soup made from a poisonous mushroom?"
"OF COURSE NOT."
"It's when they're forgotten by the world..."
"Even if I disappear—"
"My dream will live on. That dream will definitely cure the sickness in this country's heart."
"What a wonderful fucking life I've had."
He raised his cup to the sky and drank the bomb-rigged sake.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Cherry blossoms bloomed—pink as snow, beautiful beyond words.
The ultimate beauty.
Wapol stood over the blood-soaked ground, hands on his hips, laughing triumphantly—completely oblivious to what was happening behind him.
Through the howling blizzard, a bizarre circle materialized in the air, as if a portal had suddenly torn through space-time itself.
"DR. HIRILUK!"
A figure—human-shaped yet reindeer-like—charged across the snow, tears streaming, roaring in fury.
Wapol's men immediately raised their guns and swiveled their cannons toward the newcomer.
At that moment—
Dalton, the guard captain moved by the scene, knew the "snow monster" stood no chance against Wapol. He stepped forward to block the creature's path.
Urging him to flee immediately.
CRACK!
Thunder suddenly split the sky, shaking the entire castle. Dalton spun around to see a massive object plummeting from above, wreathed in lightning.
CRASH!
Wapol and his men had no time to dodge. The colossus crashed down on them, purple-red electricity erupting everywhere.
An blinding energy dome formed, its searing light sending both Dalton and Chopper flying.
They were stunned.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?"
"What's happening?"
After about a minute, the lightning and energy began contracting inward, gradually revealing the true form of the massive object.
"A ship??"
Dalton's first thought was that it looked like a vessel—yet completely unlike anything sailing the seas today.
Its exterior gleamed silver-white, as if forged from pure steel. The deck stretched flat for roughly twenty meters, with no towering masts in sight.
Instead, there was a bridge island.
Too bizarre.
"THE KING!"
"KING WAPOL!"
"HIS MAJESTY IS TRAPPED UNDERNEATH!"
The guards' panicked shouts snapped Dalton back to reality. He looked beneath the vessel—Wapol had vanished completely.
Could it be...?
Ignoring Chopper, Dalton rushed over and pressed both hands against one side of the behemoth, trying to rescue Wapol.
"Hey, get over here and help!"
The guards scrambled forward on hands and knees. These parasites who'd grown fat on the king's authority feared nothing more than unexpected disasters.
Chopper stood frozen. Wapol—Dr. Hiriluk's killer—had been crushed to death?
What was he supposed to do now?
He had no idea.
Just then, he saw a door open on the bridge island. A young man emerged, holding a wrench, looking utterly bewildered.
"Achoo!"
The icy wind hit Jin like a sledgehammer, making him shiver violently.
"What the hell?"
"Where am I?"
Suddenly—
He heard incomprehensible shouting. Turning, he saw a man with an afro and mustache leap onto the deck.
The mustached man wore boxing gloves, looking fierce as he bellowed a stream of words at Jin.
"Did I... end up overseas?"
"What are you saying? I don't understand! Got any clothes? Let me borrow a jacket—achoo! Did I drift to the Arctic?"
The blizzard was overwhelming. Jin had to shout back, using hand gestures to communicate.
The mustached man saw him waving the wrench. Not only was the enemy refusing to surrender—he was resisting? Unforgivable. He couldn't let this stand.
He charged forward.
His gloves crackled with static electricity as he swung at Jin.
Planning to take down the king's assassin in one strike.
"Static Shock Punch!"
Starting a fight without warning??
Jin jumped back in alarm, raising his guard—thankfully, he'd trained in boxing for two years at university.
But the man's speed—it was insane!
Just as shock registered—
BAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!
A tall figure suddenly materialized before him, arms raised to block the mustached man's punch, electricity sparking off his body.
"Hey, are you okay?"
A furry, blood-stained face turned back with concern.
Jin: "Holy shit, a monster?"
"Am I dreaming? Still asleep?"
Wait a second...
He stared at the somewhat familiar face, memory gradually overlapping with recognition. Then he exclaimed: "Chopper?"
Despite the language barrier, the pronunciation of "Chopper" was remarkably similar.
Chopper's eyes widened in surprise: "Eh? You know me?"
Jin could guess his question from the expression. Even as his mind reeled with shock, he nodded.
I've been isekai'd!
Crossed into the world of One Piece??
Jin was stunned.
He'd been an aircraft carrier enthusiast who'd spent years of savings building a scale model carrier for himself.
When online critics called his carrier model just an empty shell, he'd personally sailed it downriver to the coast to prove them wrong.
Along the way, the secondhand engine had broken down. While fixing it, everything had started shaking—he'd thought it was a storm.
He never imagined he'd be cluelessly transported to another world.
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"Opening!"
The mustached man spotted Chopper's distraction and grinned wickedly. He lunged forward with a devastating static uppercut, putting everything behind it.
BAAAAAAAAAAM!
Too young and inexperienced, Chopper was caught completely off-guard. The punch sent him tumbling backward seven or eight meters.
Jin's pupils contracted.
That's Chopper.
Which means this bastard is Kuromarimo?
Wapol's affairs officer, one of the Bliking Pirates' officers.
In the world of One Piece, even ordinary people possessed extraordinary physical abilities.
Though Kuromarimo was just an officer in a trash-tier pirate crew like the Bliking Pirates, he was still beyond Jin's ability to handle.
"I'VE GOT YOU NOW!"
Kuromarimo sneered, lunging forward.
Jin retreated while desperately thinking of a plan.
At the critical moment—
The deck split open into a massive mouth that swallowed Kuromarimo whole, leaving Jin drenched in cold sweat as he stumbled backward.
What was that?
A MOUTH?
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