Chapter 1 — Awakening in the North Blue
North Blue, Year 1511
Somewhere in the middle of the vast North Blue, a small boat drifted aimlessly across the sea.
It was fragile, barely able to withstand the waves, looking completely out of place in the endless ocean.
Inside the boat lay a child.
A boy, around twelve or thirteen years old.
He wore a white hat with black spots, and a long white coat covered his thin body. He was completely still, his breathing faint.
Suddenly—
His eyes snapped open.
Shock, disbelief, and fear filled his gaze.
— Where the hell am I…? — he muttered hoarsely. — What is this place…?
The boy slowly pushed himself up, struggling to keep his balance as the boat rocked beneath his feet. He turned his head from side to side, scanning the endless sea around him.
Nothing.
Only water and sky.
At that moment, a sharp pain pierced his head.
Memories flooded his mind like a broken dam.
They did not belong to him—
and yet, they felt terrifyingly real.
A child was born in the Kingdom of Flevance.
A country of white stone.
He had a family.
A father.
A mother.
And a younger sister.
They lived together happily… until a mysterious disease appeared.
People began to fall ill one after another.
Instead of helping his people, the king fled the country along with his family and servants, abandoning everyone else to their fate.
When neighboring countries realized how dangerous the disease was, they did not search for a cure.
They closed their borders.
And then they gave an order.
To eliminate everyone from Flevance.
Thus, the massacre began.
Soldiers showed no mercy.
Infants.
Women.
Elderly.
No one was spared.
The streets of the white stone city were stained with blood.
After it was over, the bodies were burned—
to erase all traces of the kingdom's existence.
Among those corpses walked a small child.
There was no light left in his eyes.
He watched his father die.
His mother fall.
His younger sister—whom he had promised to protect—die before him.
He was the only one who survived.
Hatred and rage consumed him from the inside, burning hotter than any fire.
Later, the child secretly boarded a ship that was leaving the cursed land.
He thought he was simply escaping.
He did not know that the owner of that ship was a notorious pirate—
and the ruler of the underworld.
Donquixote Doflamingo.
The small boat continued to drift silently across the sea.
The boy stood alone, surrounded by nothing but water and wind.
The past clung to him like a shadow.
And the journey had already begun.
To be continued…