In the vast and boundless sea, there is a place held in awe by the world—Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
This enormous military fortress stands like an impregnable bastion, guarding the peace and order of the seas.
At this moment, in an office on the upper floor of Marine Headquarters, the bright sunlight streamed through the large windows, flooding half the room.
On the spacious desk lay various documents and sea charts, and behind the desk sat a figure.
He leisurely picked up an exquisite teacup, took a gentle sip of tea, and exuded an air of tranquility and ease.
Standing before the desk was a tall, powerfully built man.
He wore a Marine coat, looking imposing, but his face was full of frustration.
He bowed slightly and reported to the person behind the desk: "Admiral Kizaru, we've just received intelligence from the Sabaody Base. The bomber, Goode, with a bounty of 150 million berries, will arrive at the Sabaody Archipelago today."
The man's voice was deep and powerful, yet carried a trace of helplessness.
However, the person behind the desk, addressed as Admiral Kizaru, merely responded casually upon hearing the news: "Oh my, 120 million berries? And a Devil Fruit user to boot. What a monster."
As he spoke, he slowly set down his teacup, his face an exaggerated expression of astonishment, muttering things like "how dreadful" and "truly terrifying."
Faced with Admiral Kizaru's nonchalant attitude, the Marine officer standing before the desk felt a wave of exasperation.
He furrowed his brow tightly, took a deep breath, then raised his voice and spoke again: "Admiral Kizaru, please stop joking around!"
After all, a bounty of 120 million berries! Such a substantial sum was indeed quite remarkable in the first half of the Grand Line.
Furthermore, this man possessed special abilities granted by a Devil Fruit, making him a troublesome enemy.
For him, a Marine Commander, engaging this criminal known as the "Bomber" was not a guaranteed victory.
To ensure this operation was flawless and successful, it would require the involvement of a powerful figure with the rank of Rear Admiral or higher.
Yet, such a formidable opponent that gave many Marines pause was still nothing more than an insignificant ant before a Marine Admiral.
Thinking this, the Marine Commander couldn't help but show a wry smile and shake his head helplessly.
Then, steeling himself, he continued to relay the order from Fleet Admiral Sengoku to the Admiral before him: "Fleet Admiral Sengoku has explicitly stated that if the 'Bomber' is not apprehended within the next few days, half of your salary, Admiral Kizaru, will be deducted this month."
Admiral Kizaru, who was sitting behind the desk, paused slightly upon hearing these words, then muttered softly: "My, my, how dreadful. Even my meager salary isn't safe from Sengoku-san..."
"I've devoted my life to the Marines, worked nine to five, fought hard battles my whole life. Can't I just enjoy a little comfort?"
As he spoke, he picked up his teacup from the desk and took a leisurely sip of tea.
"Sengoku-san really knows how to boss people around! Isn't he just pushing me to the brink?"
Kizaru grumbled incessantly, his face full of reluctance. However, the Marine Commander standing nearby seemed not to hear, standing straight and staring intently ahead.
With a casual wave, Kizaru said lazily: "I know, I know. I'll go catch that guy soon. You're dismissed."
Receiving the order, the Marine Commander nodded respectfully and promptly turned to leave the room.
As the door closed softly, the once-bustling office fell silent, leaving Kizaru alone.
He sat behind the large desk, hands clasped under his chin, eyes slightly narrowed as if lost in thought.
After a moment, Kizaru murmured softly: "Ah, what a pain. I'm Roy. I just wanted to clock in and out every day, maybe slack off a bit. Who would've thought I'd end up with so much on my plate..."
Indeed, this man known to the world as Admiral Kizaru had another, hidden identity—he was a transmigrator from another world. About twenty years ago, Roy had unexpectedly crossed over into this world of One Piece.
What was even stranger was that in this world, the original figure named Borsalino had mysteriously vanished, replaced by him, a lucky fellow who had successfully eaten the Glint-Glint Fruit and, relying on its immense power, had carefully navigated his path to growth.
After years of effort and struggle, the now-twenty-something Roy had become the youngest Admiral in the entire Marine force.
Moreover, what Roy was thankful for was that his face remained as handsome and dashing as ever, not the lecherous face of Kizaru.
"If I had Kizaru's face, I'd probably never pick up any girls. I'd be alone forever."
Recalling the original story, it seemed Akainu had a daughter, and Aokiji appeared to have some interest in Nico Robin.
Only Kizaru had subordinates like the chubby Sentomaru and that eccentric old man, Vegapunk.
"How pathetic."
Looking at his handsome face in the mirror, Roy counted his blessings again.
Compared to Aokiji and Akainu, who were in their forties and fifties, he was indeed young.
In his previous life, he was a workhorse in an office; in this life, he was determined to slack off properly.
Moreover, for some reason, after eating the Glint-Glint Fruit, there seemed to be some unknown side effect.
For some reason, he felt his speech sometimes inexplicably became languid, and he loved basking in the sun and lazing about.
Whenever he successfully slacked off, he felt a surge of joy.
"Could the Glint-Glint Fruit actually be the Sloth-Sloth Fruit? Is it affecting me?" Roy mused, deflecting blame while sipping his tea.
"Oh well, oh well. Since that's the case, I'll just humor Sengoku-san."
A faint smile played at the corner of Roy's mouth. He had always presented a careless, leisurely, and slacking-off attitude, which had really left Sengoku with no choice.
Because of this, Sengoku had repeatedly assigned him various targets and tasks, strictly ordering him to complete them on time.
Now, Roy was relaxing in his chair, holding a steaming cup of fragrant tea, enjoying it immensely.
Suddenly, a crisp "ding" sounded without warning deep in his mind.
Immediately after, a mysterious and unfamiliar voice echoed in his consciousness: "The Myriad Heavens Chat Group has been activated. Congratulations, you have been invited to join the group chat. Please be aware that sharing group-related information with non-members is strictly prohibited. Violators will have their memories erased and be expelled from the group."
Just as the notification tone faded, as if a mysterious door had been flung open, a flurry of new messages poured in.
"Uchiha Sasuke has joined the chat."
"Haibara Ai has joined the chat."
"Satoshi has joined the chat."
"Tony Stark has joined the chat."...
Message after message kept popping up, too many to absorb.
Roy widened his eyes, staring intently at the rapid stream of messages in his mind, waves of shock crashing within him.
It was hard to believe, yet no matter how surprised or confused he was, the messages continued to appear.
Finally, when the flood of messages temporarily ceased, Roy slowly came back to his senses, a thoughtful look on his face.
"Could this be the legendary golden finger? But I've already become a Marine Admiral. Why is it showing up now?"
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[Here are the characters till now]
Roy / Kizaru: One Piece
Uchiha Sasuke: Naruto
Haibara Ai: Detective Conan (Case Closed)
Satoshi: Pokémon
Tony Stark: Marvel (Iron Man)