Arch stood in the silence of the Kibi forest, the bronze mirror still glowing at his feet. He stared at his phone, then at the mirror, his brow furrowing behind the Ram Skull.
"System..." he whispered, his voice tinged with a sudden, rare curiosity. "When ROB dropped me here, he mentioned something. What was it? This world... it's not just Wano. It's part of a bigger map. Boku no pic-...no....not.. pic?.. something? Hmm..Bokuno beru...cero...mero...neko..oh I remember now hero!...its..Boku no Hero... Right?
As he tried to dig into the memory—trying to visualize the "Advanced Society" he once heard about—a sharp, white-hot spike of pain shot through his temples. He gasped, clutching his head, the Ram Skull rattling against his forehead.
"Ghh! Okay, okay! I get it! No digging!" he hissed, forcing the thought away. The "Boundary" was still there, a mental iron wall protecting him from a pain that felt like it would unmake his soul if he pushed too hard.
He took a deep breath, the pain receding into a dull throb. He looked back at the smartphone in his hand.
"Anyway... if that 'Hero' world is really as advanced as I remember... if they have satellites and networks..." A slow, predatory grin spread beneath his mask. "Can this phone—this 'System' device—actually connect to it? Now that is a catch."
Arch sat down on a mossy root,and foxxy was besidehim they decidedto take arrst for awhile and eat some snacks.
When the idea of connection came to Arch's mind ....He didn't rush. He didn't try to force a signal. He simply opened the settings on the device, watching the "Network" bar.
It was flat. 0%. But then, as he sat within the ancient, magical ley lines of the Kibi forest, something happened.
[System Note]: Cross-Dimensional Synchronization Attempting... Status: Signal Strength: 0.0001% Packet Type: Passive "Ping" Warning: Boundary Interference High.
The phone didn't show a webpage. It didn't show a social media feed. But for a split second, the clock in the top-right corner—which had been stuck on a Wano-specific sun-dial—flickered.
It shifted into a digital 24-hour format. [ 18:42 ]
"Gurararara..." Arch chuckled, his eyes glowing. "The clock just updated. It found a heartbeat out there. Somewhere, in a world of unknown a clock that matches mine."...Gurararara interesting but do you think I give a fuck...about this ... This spicy burger is more important than some stupid clock...num..num...num...num...num
Meanwhile, in the 50th-floor office of the Morgan Building, Big News Morgan was leaning over a specialized monitor. He was a "One Man All News" machine for a reason—he tracked everything.
"President Morgan?" Kazzy asked, wiping her eyes as she stood up. "What is it?"
"The Deep-Space Interference monitor," Morgan whispered, pointing to a small, green line on a screen that usually showed nothing but flat static. "It just blipped. A timestamp packet. 18:42. It matches our local time to the millisecond, but the origin point..."
He zoomed in on the data.
"The origin point is coming from inside the fog. But it's not a distress signal. It's... a synchronization."
Morgan gripped the edge of his desk. "Someone—or something—in that fog just checked the time."
Back in Wano, Arch saw the clock flicker back to the sun-dial. The "Handshake" was over. The 0.0001% signal had vanished, swallowed back into the "Anomalous Fog" that separated the two worlds.
Arch brushed the hair back from his mask, the 18:42 digital flicker on his phone screen already forgotten. He wasn't some desperate influencer seeking "likes" or a global stage. The idea of fame felt like a cage, and Arch had spent 8 years in a literal one. To him, the "Other Side" didn't matter. This world, heroes, skyscrapers,technologies and many more bullshit—they were just ghosts of a life he'd moved past.
He stood up, his white silk robes rustling, and looked at his hands. He felt the phantom weight of the Hydra's power, the vibration of the Gura Gura, the precision of the Ope Ope, and many more mysteries hidden his body....
[[[ to tell you something he notices it before something is wrong with his physical body.....and a topic he's really sensitive with....]]]
Arch stands up.
"Freedom," Arch muttered, the word tasting better than the Japanese cuisine he'd eaten earlier. "And a fight that makes my blood scream. That's all I need."
He thought of the old man, Whitebeard. Newgate had the power to flip the world upside down, to sit on the throne of the Pirate King, but he chose a family and the open sea instead. He said no to the One Piece because he already had what he wanted. Arch felt a kinship with that. He didn't want to conquer; he wanted to be–
But as he turned to leave the clearing, a cold breeze swept through the ancient trees, rattling the the forest ....He slowed down and take a deep breath...calming himself.what would I choose let's decide when the time comes.Gurararara
Arch wanted a quiet, violent freedom, but the ROB (Random Omnipotent Being) who dropped him here hadn't just given him gifts; he'd set a match to a powder keg and the consequences of his wishes.
The "System" wasn't just a tool; it was a bridge. Every time Arch used his powers, every time he "leveled up," the ripples moved through the Anomalous Fog. He might not want the attention of the world, but by his very existence, he was changing the "Hero World" beyond the veil.
Morgan wasn't going to let that 18:42 signal go. To a man like him, that tiny ping was the scent of blood to a shark.
And many more anomalies is hiding in this world that's supposedly a world of Heroes, vigilantes and villains..
Arch was like a boulder dropped into a still pond. He might just want to sit at the bottom and be a rock, but the waves were already heading for the shore.
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♤Fuck it....let's gooooooo 50 chapters....ahhh my neck....yall got any idea on whats gonna happened next. Now that Big News Morgan found some suspicious Activity inside the fog...what yall think he do....But that's for later.....Anyways congrats to me....for reaching....fucking 50 chapters....
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I think I'll rewrite chapter 1-7....mehh....leave it be ...maybe later.....if yall wany to know why 1-7 is a script-style or in conventional style....that was actually the draft of the story...i didn't bother to think much about changing it...cause for me it's the very first draft I have made....and reading it everytime was like listening to one of my shitty music...well that's all for me...hope yall feeling good and fine...and .....for those guys who's still holding it ....THE DRY JANUARY CHALLENGE.damn
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