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One Piece: Trust Me Marines, I’m Nothing But Loyal!

First year in the Marines “Loyalty, Justice, Courage!” Fifth year in the Marines “If you don’t take it, and I don’t take it, then how could Admiral Sengoku ever take it? And if Admiral Sengoku doesn’t, how are we supposed to move forward?” Tenth year in the Marines “Fleet Admiral Sengoku, why won’t you stand up and clash head-on with the Five Elders in Mary Geoise?” That year, Ortoren enlisted as a fresh recruit, his head full of ambition—dreaming of rising through the ranks and seeing the world for himself. Years later, Ortoren became commander of G-5, leading nearly eighty thousand elite frontline Marines. By then, loyalty was all he had left to cling to. Later still, he rose to Admiral of Marine Headquarters, entrusted with overseeing the New World. With hundreds of thousands under his command, his power rested on one simple truth: “The Five Elders praise my loyalty and courage, and Fleet Admiral Sengoku treats me as if I were his own son.” In time, Ortoren commanded armies numbering in the millions. At his word, the seas themselves seemed to tremble. One day, as he walked through Marine Headquarters, a group of officers suddenly surrounded him. They overpowered him—the strongest man on the seas—and draped a yellow robe across his shoulders. “It’s cold, Admiral,” they said. “You should wear something warmer.” Looking into the earnest eyes of those officers, Ortoren let out a long, weary sigh. “After all these years of loyalty, my name is ruined in an instant. You’ve truly done me in.”
PinkSnake · 1.2m Views

birthright: rise of the bastard

In a world where Essence—a primordial mystical energy—is the source of all magic and martial power, the Empire reigns unchallenged over the continent. Its supremacy rests on relentless military discipline and an imperial bloodline upheld by the Dominions. According to an immutable tradition, each of the four great dukes offers a bride to the Emperor. From these unions are born the legitimate heirs to the throne, raised to rule, to command, and to perpetuate imperial order. But at the heart of this dynasty lies an anomaly. The Emperor’s bastard son was born of a woman without rank or name. Rejected at birth, he is considered a stain upon the imperial bloodline. To the legitimate heirs, he is not merely an insult—he is a threat. Hunted, scorned, condemned to the shadows, he grows up in hostility and solitude… until the day his destiny shifts. The opening of the Imperial Magical Academy—an institution where the future masters of Essence and the rulers of the Empire are forged—forces him into the arena. There, he must confront not only his half-brothers, but also a system entirely designed to crush him. At the Academy, every trial is a symbolic execution: a single failure means disgrace, exile… or death. Caught in a web of political conspiracies, fratricidal rivalries, and ancient secrets left behind by a long-forgotten primordial force, he discovers that his rage, his cunning, and the power slumbering within him could shake the very foundations of the Empire. His rise will not merely be a struggle for the throne. It will be a war for survival. "english is not my first language please be gentel"
Benjr · 7.4k Views