The year 1498 of the Sea Calendar.
Holy Land, Mary Geoise.
"Saint Jaeger, breakfast is ready for you~"
The soft, reverent voice came from a gorgeous blond woman with short, curly hair. She stood by the bedside, eyes brimming with devotion so intense it could make weaker men cum just by her voice.
"Hm."
Jaeger gave a lazy reply, sitting up from the luxurious bed crafted from the legendary Treasure Tree Adam.
His casual attitude toward this beauty wasn't because he was a Tenryūbito, nor because he disliked women.
No—it was simply because the woman before him was Stussy.
Stussy, agent of Cipher Pol Aigis Zero—CP0. A clone. The woman who would later rise as the Queen of Happy Street… and ultimately betray the World Government alongside Vegapunk.
Her beauty was undeniable, but trust? That was another matter. She was someone who needed careful… 're-education.'
Yawning, he rose—casually stepping over the fainted bodies of a dozen noble women sprawled across the floor. Queens, princesses, even a former king's mother lay collapsed in exhaustion, their silken gowns torn and tangled across the bedchamber.
Jaeger let Stussy escort him into a dining hall more extravagant than the palaces of any kingdom.
On the table, delicacies from across the Grand Line and four seas shimmered on golden plates.
Each dish carried the scent of danger, the price of blood. Countless sailors had died, countless families ruined, just so a Celestial Dragon could sample a bite.
This was the reality of Mary Geoise.
A world where entire nations were stripped bare for the amusement of one "saint."
Jaeger sat with the calm of a king already enthroned. Stussy and another beauty leaned close, feeding him morsels with trembling fingers.
And none of these women were commoners.
They were princesses. Queens. Even the mothers of kings. Pawns plucked from "honored" nations, paraded to the table of a Tenryūbito like offerings to a god.
People thought this was punishment. In truth, it was the exact opposite. For their fathers, husbands, and sons, it was a privilege worth boasting about. Something to brag about among nobles like a medal of honor: "See? My Wife serves at a Celestial Dragon's side."
Disgusting.
That was the reality of the Tenryūbito.
Gods and creators in name. Parasites in truth.
In his past life, Jaeger had hated them with every fiber of his being. He wanted nothing more than to see them burn.
That hatred hadn't weakened after reincarnation. If anything, it had deepened.
"These privileges… they should belong to me alone, and to those I choose. Why should these pigs enjoy the same as me?"
The corner of his lips curled as he chewed slowly, savoring not the taste of the food but the taste of power.
Nerona Jaeger would not simply be another Celestial Dragon.
He would be remembered by the whole world, his name drilled into their very souls.
Suddenly, a pleasant voice that wasn't male nor female chime echoed in his ears.
[Friendly and Mutual Aid Chat Group detected! Would you like to join?]
"…Huh?"
Jaeger froze mid-bite. A system? In this world? I'm already a Tenryūbito… and I get a cheat on top of that?
His eyes flicked toward Stussy and the other attendants still waiting at the table. Naturally, he stopped eating, voice calm but firm:
"Leave. Take those women with you."
"Yes, Saint Jaeger!"
Though confused by the unusual command—he hadn't toyed with them during the meal like he usually did—Stussy and Queen Anne bowed deeply. None dared to question him. In moments, their figures slipped quietly through the doorway.
Jaeger let his Kenbunshoku Haki sweep the room, confirming the absence of any eavesdroppers.
Only then did he draw a slow breath, speaking silently in his heart:
Join.
[Joining successful!]
A chorus of unfamiliar female voices rang pleasantly in his ears, each one crisp, magnetic, almost teasing.
In an instant, a glowing chat interface bloomed across his mind's eye—eerily similar to the ones he'd seen in countless novels back in his previous life.
But before Jaeger could study it carefully, the screen exploded with rapid-fire messages, lines of text flooding down faster than he could catch.
[Group Chat – Friendly Mutual Aid]
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Met both Yukinoshita sisters. Yukino is ice-cold perfection, but her big sister? Surprisingly sweet."
Uchiha Miyuki: "They're total eye candy! Why'd I have to be stuck in a war-torn ninja hell instead?!"
Esdeath: "@Miyuki Uchiha Still whining? Surely by now you've adapted? It is the right of the strong to trample the weak, and strength means never turning your back on the battlefield."
Uchiha Miyuki: "I just wanna protect cute girls, dammit!"
Yamamoto Mei: "@Miyuki Uchiha In the Naruto world, either you kill or you die. Get over it."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Fiiine. I'll keep slaughtering... but only for love."
Jaeger blinked. He hadn't even said hello yet, and this group was already wild.
Girls from different worlds—each powerful in their own right, and each seemingly aware of their fictionality. This wasn't just a chatroom. It was a bridge between universes.
Yamamoto Mei: "Good that you understand… although, honestly, even if you die, we won't be sad."
Uchiha Miyuki: "…"
Yamamoto Mei: @Utaha, don't be fooled by Haruno's mask! That woman acts friendly, but the moment she sees something she wants, she takes it. If she hates something, she'll crush it without mercy. She looks like an elegant lady on the surface, but deep down she's the same as Aizen from the Soul Society. I can't stand black-bellied women like her!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "…Is that so? I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the warning."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Oh, by the way—my light novel, 'Miss Shinigami Won't Fall in Love with the Uchiha,' just hit its fifth volume! Total sales have already reached 2.5 million, completely crushing my debut work, Love Metronome~"
Esdeath: "…I don't get it. How can stories about women falling in love with other women sell that well?"
Tosaka Sakura: "Congrats, Utaha-senpai. Didn't you say once that hitting 500,000 sales per volume is enough to guarantee an anime adaptation? That's already phenomenal, right?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "That's true. In my past life, even for manga—where the audience was much bigger—an average of 500,000 copies before getting animated was considered a massive hit."
Yamamoto Mei: "Utaha… Although I really want to congratulate you, honestly, I just feel second-hand cringe. Please don't bring this up too often."
Uchiha Miyuki: "…Who exactly are you talking about?"
Yamamoto Mei: "Hah? You seriously don't get it, you perverted little—sl*!"*
Uchiha Miyuki: "Tch! Damn you, old hag Shinigami! Violent maniac! Just wait until I awaken my Mangekyō Sharingan… I'll hit you with my strongest genjutsu!"
Tōsaka Sakura: "…Genjutsu? Illusion techniques?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "That's right! Just like Aizen's complete hypnosis but alot weaker. Honestly, that guy wasted it—if I had that ability, I'd make perfect use of it! Eriri, Yukino, Haruno, Utaha, Esdeath, Artoria, Rin and Sakura… and of course, Sakura-chan's mother~ hehehe~"
Yamamoto Mei: "..."
Tōsaka Sakura: "..."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "…This is terrifying. Not only am I on that list, but Sakura-chan's mother too? Your tastes are way too rotten."
Tōsaka Sakura: "How could you…? Miyuki-senpai, if you have to target someone, target me! But please—don't you dare involve my sister or my mother!!"
Esdeath: "Hmph, as I was saying—"
Yamamoto Mei: "Ahem. Hold it right there. Didn't anyone notice? A new person just joined the group."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Eh? A newcomer?! Which world are they from? Original character? Reincarnator? Transmigrator? …Tell me it's a beautiful girl!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Tch, here it comes. This is exactly when the so-called 'Reincarnator role' starts getting useful. So, does Mei-san or that perverted lesbo know anything?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Oi! I don't know yet, but… that name. It's familiar. I swear I've seen it somewhere back in my previous life."
Yamamoto Mei: "Hmph! Don't underestimate me. I've already investigated and confirmed their identity."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Eh?! Old hag flexing again! You figured it out while we're all still clueless?!"
Tōsaka Sakura: "…It's starting again. Miyuki-senpai picking a fight with Mei-senpai."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Exactly. They're just like I wrote in Miss Shinigami Won't Fall in Love with an Uchiha. Those two are basically Naruto and Sasuke—can't go three minutes without clashing."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Heh~ Hard to say if I'm in love, but if I had a hypnotic eye technique, I'd definitely use it on this violent old hag! Then I'd ravage her fiercely~"
Yamamoto Mei: "Hmph! Foolish brat. I'm also a Reincarnator. I'm not afraid of even Aizen, do you think I'd be afraid of you? What are you even going to do, huh? Do you even have a weapon down there? Don't make me laugh."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "…"
Esdeath: "…"
Uchiha Miyuki: "…Damn it, I—"
Esdeath: "Pause."
Esdeath: "Let's set aside this nonsense. More importantly, what about the newcomer's identity? I sincerely hope it's from a world drenched in war and devastation!"
Yamamoto Mei: "Tch—damn it, I almost forgot to get down to business because of that shameless Uchiha woman!"
Yamamoto Mei: @Saint Nerona Jaeger-san, you've crossed into the world of One Piece, haven't you? You became a Tenryūbito… and you're even tied to Imu, who might just be the final boss, right?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Ahhh… wait, wait, wait. Shouldn't a female Celestial Dragon with that name be a Saintess or something? Or am I just tripping?"
Yamamoto Mei: "…Wait a damn minute. I missed that part… it's actually a Saint and not a Saintess!!?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "…So it really is Saint and not Saintess?"
Tōsaka Sakura: "I don't get what's going on, but… yeah. It's really Saint and not Saintess…"
[Scene – Soul Society, Training Field]
After finishing her training session, Yamamoto Mei wiped the sweat from her brow. She opened the chat log again, eyes narrowing as she re-checked the newcomer's profile.
No matter how many times she looked, the name remained the same:
Saint Nerona Jaeger.
Not Saintess. Saint.
Mei muttered under her breath, "…So it's true. Our all-women group has finally welcomed its first male."
She straightened her back and typed briskly into the group window:
Yamamoto Mei: "@Saint Jaeger-san, since you're here, why don't you introduce yourself? Don't worry about persecution or harassment—the chat group has strict rules on that."
Yamamoto Mei: "Also, a reminder: every newcomer receives a Memory Copy upon joining. Think of it as the 'original story' of your world. For us Reincarnators, it's not much use since we've already broken the plot wide open. But if the anime of your world wasn't finished before you crossed over, then this function is gold."
She paused, lips curling slightly.
Yamamoto Mei: "In short… you'll get to see exactly how One Piece ends. The final plot itself."
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One Piece World – Holy Land, Mary Geoise
When Yamamoto Mei tagged him directly, Jaeger didn't reply immediately. Instead, he leaned back in his gilded chair and carefully inspected the chat group interface.
At first glance, it wasn't overflowing with features. Just like the "golden-finger" systems from the novels in his past life, many of the truly powerful functions seemed locked behind conditions—waiting to be unlocked later.
For now, he saw the basics:
Chatting. Sharing information. Posting pictures. Starting live broadcasts. And—most importantly the newbie reward, exclusive to the one joining.
The "memory copy" Mei mentioned was also there, stored privately for him. A complete record of One Piece's original storyline.
For Reincarnators, it wasn't much use, as Mei had pointed out. But for "native" characters like Utaha, Sakura, or even Esdeath? It was a lifeline.
Knowing the flow of their future meant they could bend fate itself. Even Tosaka Sakura—someone bound by tragic timelines—could reverse her destiny with it.
Jaeger smirked. "So not only did I become a Tenryūbito… but I've got a chat group system on top of that?"
Not bad. Not bad at all.
Originally, he'd been racking his brain on how to prepare for the Revolutionary Army, for Luffy, for the tide of destiny that would one day come for Mary Geoise. If he were just another Celestial Dragon, that challenge might've been overwhelming.
But he wasn't.
He was directly tied to Imu.
With that status and now this system—why should he yield to anyone? The seas, the nobles, even destiny itself… all of it would bend.
With a grin tugging at the corner of his lips, Jaeger scrolled through the group roster.
Tōsaka Sakura: A Type-Moon heroine. But which route, which timeline? Unknown.
Kasumigaoka Utaha: The heroine of Saekano. Her world seemed to be some bizarre merger of slice-of-life anime settings.
Esdeath: The infamous villainess of Akame ga Kill! Ruthless, power-hungry, and obsessed with conquest.
Uchiha Miyuki: Obvious. A Reincarnator in the Naruto world, descended from the Uchiha clan. Personality profile? Lesbo pervert. Borderline slut. Reminded him of Kuroko Shirai from Railgun.
Yamamoto Mei: Almost certainly tied to the Shinigami Captain-Commander of Bleach, Genryūsai Yamamoto. Masculine, hot-tempered, heroic. Definitely the "muscle" of the group.
A strange roster indeed.
The group was entirely women—until him.
"Heh. The only man in an all-girl chat? I can live with that."
Raising an eyebrow, Jaeger watched the messages continue to pour in. Finally, he cracked his knuckles and typed his first words into the group.
Nerona Jaeger: "Yeah, I'm from One Piece. A Celestial Dragon, no less. Nice to meet you all—feel free to advise me."