Dawn broke.
Kyle woke up with a kind of excitement that was impossible to describe.
He—Kyle, a completely ordinary nobody in his past life—was actually standing on this legendary land filled with miracles and adventure.
"Holy hell… I really became a Devil Fruit user?!"
He pinched his own thigh hard. The sharp pain made him suck in a breath—but he was grinning like a three-hundred-pound kid who just won the lottery.
After the initial rush, an even stronger desire flooded his mind.
Go out to sea.
To meet the legendary figures he had only seen in memories.
To witness the vast islands and endless oceans of this world with his own eyes.
Monkey D. Luffy.
Roronoa Zoro.
Just thinking about them made his blood boil.
Reality, however, quickly dumped a bucket of cold water on him.
He looked around. Aside from his shabby little cave, there was nothing but jungle, sand, and sea. Not even a proper plank of wood—forget building a ship.
"I'm not seriously expected to build a boat myself, right? If that thing sinks, I'm straight up dead…"
Kyle slumped back onto his bed of dried leaves.
Looks like all he could do was wait and pray that a ship would eventually pass this godforsaken island.
But waiting didn't mean wasting time.
"Devil Fruit…"
Kyle stared at his hands, eyes burning.
That white fruit that tasted like a biochemical weapon—what kind of power had it given him?
There was nothing about it in his memories.
"I need to figure out what this thing actually does."
The following days were spent entirely on experimenting.
Kyle tried copying the poses and gestures of various Devil Fruit users he vaguely remembered—but nothing happened.
"Am I doing it wrong?"
He scratched his head in frustration.
For several days straight, he tried everything he could think of. He even yelled at the ocean in a dramatic pose.
All he got in return were a few seabirds staring at him like he was an idiot.
Damn it—other people get reincarnated with a starter pack: Haki, swordsmanship, and a user manual. Why did he get nothing?!
One day, during his usual strength training, he lifted a huge rock to throw it. But because he was distracted by his lack of progress, his footing slipped. The rock fell from his hands toward the ground.
At that moment, a surge of irritation flared in his chest.
Almost on instinct, Kyle thrust his palm toward the falling rock.
An invisible ripple burst out from his hand.
The massive rock didn't hit the ground.
Instead, it began to tremble violently from the inside—and then, with a muffled pop, it shattered into a pile of Rubble.
Kyle froze, staring at the rubble, then at his own hand.
"W-what… was that…?"
He focused, trying to recall that feeling, and extended his hand toward a nearby tree.
Another invisible wave surged out.
The thick tree—wider than his waist—shook violently. Cracks spread across its trunk before it snapped with a horrible crack, the upper half crashing down in a cloud of dust.
"Holy crap!"
Kyle jumped three feet into the air.
"So that's my power!"
Not simple vibration—something deeper. A kind of wave. Shockwaves? Resonance?
Kyle forced himself to calm down and think.
He might have been a nobody in his past life, but he'd still gone through modern education. All those physics concepts—waves, frequencies, resonance—came flooding back.
"If it were just brute shockwaves, it would be more like blasting things away. But this… this is breaking them apart from the inside."
That meant—
Resonance. Frequency.
In a world where most people barely understood how anything worked, Kyle suddenly felt like Einstein had been dropped into the Stone Age.
All those ridiculous "anime physics" debates he'd once read online… now they actually mattered.
Some people used to say that Devil Fruits were wasted on idiots who only fought by instinct. Give someone with real scientific understanding a Logia, and they could do insane things.
Kyle didn't fully agree—but he did know one thing.
Understanding your power meant unlocking far more of it.
"Is it a Paramecia… or a Logia?"
His heart raced.
If it was a Logia—turning his body into waves, immune to physical attacks—that would be insane.
"Let's test it."
Kyle closed his eyes and imagined his body dissolving into countless vibrating waves.
At first, nothing happened.
But he kept trying.
Finally, his body began to feel light—like it was losing substance.
He looked down.
His arm was turning transparent, shimmering like distorted air, rippling at the edges.
He picked up a small stone and threw it at himself.
It passed straight through his arm.
"…Logia."
Kyle almost cried.
"IT'S A LOGIA!"
From that day on, he threw himself into training.
First came elementalization.
At the beginning, he could only turn parts of his body into wave form, and it was unstable—flickering like bad censorship.
But little by little, he managed to transform his whole body into vibration. He still couldn't fully control the shape, but physical immunity alone was already a cheat code.
Next was directed shock.
He learned to compress the waves and fire them forward like air cannons. Trees snapped. Rocks shattered. Eventually, he could even blast massive geysers out of the sea.
Then came high-frequency vibration.
By tuning the frequency of his waves, he could make objects resonate and fall apart. Pebbles turned to dust. Then boulders. Soon, even massive rocks could be reduced to rubble in seconds.
"Against Marine warships or Devil Fruit weapons, this is just broken…"
Kyle grinned, imagining enemy swords and armor shattering the moment he waved his hand.
Day after day, he trained like a madman, blending modern knowledge with this new power, digging deeper into its potential.
He gave his fruit a name:
The Ripple-Ripple Fruit.
A Logia-type Devil Fruit.
That day, Kyle was training on the highest cliff of the island.
Shirtless, his tanned skin glistened in the sun, muscles tight and powerful despite his small frame.
He practiced dodging in and out of wave form, simulating attacks from every direction.
Then he thrust both palms forward.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Three compressed shockwaves blasted across the sea, hitting three floating targets he had set up and blowing them apart into splinters.
"Still not focused enough… I'm a long way from a real 'Star-Shattering Cannon.'"
Wiping his sweat, he was about to start on high-frequency disintegration again—
When he noticed something on the horizon.
A black dot.
Kyle immediately activated his wave-sense to its limit.
His pupils shrank.
A ship.
And on its sail—a skull with two crossed curved swords.
A pirate flag.
Kyle's heart slammed in his chest.
He grinned.
"Heh… three years are up. Time for the Dragon King to enter the sea."