Douluo: I can upgrade my luck by traveling through One Piece.

As night falls, the lights of the Chabaoti Archipelago gradually light up, like stars, reflecting the ocean, as if the stars in the sky are gently swaying on the water.

These lights, either flickering from fishing boats or shining through from villagers' homes, interweave into a beautiful picture.

The waves gently hit the shore, making a low and rhythmic sound, as if playing a melodious piece of music for this quiet night.

The moonlight shines on the sparkling sea, flashing silver light, as if covering the land with a mysterious veil, making people intoxicated by it.

In the center of the archipelago, on the central island.

The people in the village have finished a busy day and are leaving their homes one after another, gathering in the square at the entrance of the village.

The air was filled with the aroma of seafood. Several fishermen were preparing dinner with fresh fish and shrimps they had just caught. Laughter and conversation were intertwined, creating a warm and friendly atmosphere.

The fishing village at this time seems like a big family. There are no barriers between each other, only strong nostalgia.

The old lady in the village sat at the door, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan, looking at the young people with a gentle gaze and a kind smile on her face. Her face was covered with traces of time, and every wrinkle told her story.

She was once the most beautiful girl in the village. When she was young, she danced with her beloved in the square, and her laughter echoed in the night sky.

Today, although the years have left deep marks on her, she still retains the youthful enthusiasm in her heart.

She often thought of those passionate years at night, her heart filled with warmth and nostalgia.

In the embrace of the ocean, this tranquil island was once a paradise that people longed for. The sun shone on the golden beach, and the waves gently lapped the shore, as if whispering the tenderness of time.

However, the former tranquility was torn apart by a brutal war. The sky became dim and dull under the baptism of war, and the waves of the ocean seemed to be mourning for the innocent lives, telling of the unspeakable sorrow.

The shadow of war hangs over this land. Young faces disappear in the battle, leaving behind only pain and loneliness.

Every child who once laughed and played in the sunshine has now become a brave soldier on the battlefield. Facing the ruthless artillery fire and bloody battles, their hearts are filled with confusion and fear about the future.

Those dreams and hopes were ruthlessly swallowed up in the moment filled with smoke.

On this quiet night, the young fisherman Amin and his friends were sitting around a wooden table in the square.

His hands were stained with the smell of sea water and fish, but he had a bright smile on his face.

Although he lost his closest friends in the battle, he still chose to take root in this land and continue to pursue his own dreams.

"Tonight's fish and shrimp are especially fresh, let's share!"

Amin said excitedly, with hope in his eyes. His voice was as gentle as the waves, conveying a power of rebirth.

And Lily, Amin's childhood sweetheart, was looking at him quietly.

In her heart, she admired Amin, but also had a hint of worry.

Lily's father disappeared in the war and has not been heard from since.

Although she tried hard to smile and hide her inner loss, the fear of the unknown still lingered in her heart.

She sighed softly and made a secret resolution in her heart to stay strong for her father's return.

Just then, a burst of laughter came from the other end of the square. Several children were playing and chasing the footsteps of the sea breeze.

Their laughter is like the clear sound of bells, like a carefree melody, gently plucking the hearts of every passerby.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows. The children shuttle between the light and shadows, as if the vivid picture brings people back to the carefree times before the war.

At that time, on the beach by the sea, you could always see a group of children chasing and playing, their laughter rippling in the air, as if even the waves were cheering for their happiness.

The old lady sat in a corner of the square, watching the scene intently, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

Her thoughts flooded back like a tide, as if she had returned to those carefree days.

She recalled the image of herself and her friends running along the beach when she was young, the sun shining on their faces, the sea breeze blowing gently, bringing the salty smell of the sea and endless laughter.

At that time, they always threw the sand in their hands into the sea and let the waves sweep them away, as if even their worries disappeared along with the sand.

The corners of the old lady's eyes were slightly moist, but the smile on her mouth became brighter, as if the passage of time had not taken away the innocence and hope in her heart.

"Children, come here, grandma will tell you a story!"

The old grandmother's voice was as gentle as the waves, carrying the weight and warmth of time, gently brushing across the children's hearts and attracting their attention.

The children gathered around her, their eyes shining with anticipation, as if every word she said was a treasure they longed for in their hearts.

In this small fishing village, stories are not only a heritage, but also a hope and belief in life.

The old lady's voice floated in the night sky, as if telling the past joys and sorrows.

At this moment, there was a shaking sound suddenly from the island, as if the earth was shaking and the waves were surging.

The sound was faint at first, like a whisper from far away, but gradually it became clearer, as if a giant beast was turning over in its sleep and letting out a low roar.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, and the surrounding plants seemed to feel the force. They trembled slightly, and the leaves rustled in the wind, as if whispering, conveying some ominous premonition.

The old lady was quietly weaving a fishing net in front of the cottage. Her fingers were nimble and steady, as if she was racing against time.

The sunlight shines through the treetops and onto her silver hair, casting a layer of warm glow, as if coating her years with a golden halo.

Her face is full of traces of time, and the deep wrinkles seem to record the story of her life, filled with countless joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.

At this moment, she felt vaguely uneasy in her heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

Suddenly, a huge figure appeared in the field of vision.

Like a moving mountain, the four-meter-tall giant Quesanti walked towards them with footsteps. His footsteps were like thunder, shaking the surrounding rocks slightly.

Quesanti's face was ferocious and powerful, and his thick eyebrows were like two black clouds, covering his eyes that were flashing with anger.

At this moment, his figure rushed straight towards the old lady, as if he wanted to swallow her in one bite, like an out-of-control medium tank, with a destructive momentum.

The old lady's heart sank suddenly, her hands trembled, and the fishing net she was weaving almost fell.

Suddenly, a huge yin-yang fish fell from the sky and blocked Quesanti.

The fish exuded a mysterious light, as if it had a soul, and it spread its fin-like wings as if it was protecting the old lady.

“Quisanti, are you rushing over here to hurt Grandma Venla?”

A young man walked out from behind the Yin-Yang fish. His voice was clear and firm, with a hint of anger and indomitable spirit.

The boy's name was Al, about seventeen years old, thin, but with a fearless look in his eyes. His black hair was flying in the wind, and his face was full of determination.

Quesanti stopped and glanced over Al with anger, as if wondering why the boy dared to offend him.

Al's heart beat faster. Facing this giant, his heart was actually filled with fear, but he knew that he could not retreat and could not let the old lady get hurt.

The old lady was standing by, feeling very gratified for Al. She knew that this child had been brave and fearless since he was young, and had always been dedicated to justice.

Quisanti stood in front of Grandma Venla's hut, with his head slightly lowered, and a look of frustration on his face.

The sunlight shone on him through the gaps in the leaves, and golden spots of light danced on his tender face, but at the moment he was not in the mood to enjoy the warm sunshine.

The admiration and longing in my heart for Grandma Wenla gradually became heavy as her coldness grew.

His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: "Quisanti didn't mean to hurt Grandma Venla!"

There was a faint light flickering in his eyes, like stars blown away by the wind, trying hard to prove his innocence.

Kuisanti clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms, his heart filled with grievance and uneasiness.

Grandma Wenla is a famous storyteller in the village. Each of her stories is like magic, bringing the listeners into a fantasy world.

Since childhood, Quesanti liked to be around her and listen to her stories about warriors, magic and adventures, his heart filled with longing for the unknown world.

"Quisanti also wants to hear Grandma Venla tell stories!"

He raised his head with a determined look. Although he was still a little scared, he knew that he had to face it bravely.

Kuisanti's voice gradually became louder, with a hint of pleading and expectation, as if he wanted to convey his inner desire to Grandma Venla.

However, there was no trace of softness on Grandma Wenla's face.

Her wrinkles appeared even deeper in the sunlight, as if the traces of time had carved countless stories on her face.

She sighed slightly, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes, as if she was looking at a child who once made her happy but now made her feel helpless.

Her voice was low and firm: "Quisanti, you know that stories can't be told casually."

Quesanti's heart suddenly sank, as if it was pressed down by an invisible heavy stone.

Countless moments with Grandma Wenla flashed through his mind, those warm stories, those laughter, as if they were right in front of him.

However, at this moment, he felt extremely lonely.

The inner grievances and anxieties are intertwined, like a small boat in a storm, swaying unsteadily.

"Okay, Al, Quesanti didn't mean it."

Wenla's voice was gentle and firm, like a spring breeze, gently soothing Al's tense heartstrings.

"Isn't that right, Quesanti?"

She turned her head and her eyes fell on the burly soul master.

Quesanti's shoulders were broad, giving people a strong sense of security, but at this moment the expression on his face was a little uneasy.

Wenla smiled slightly, trying to ease the pressure in his heart.

Al's face was still gloomy, and dissatisfaction was churning in his heart.

He had just been bumped by Quesanti, and he couldn't help feeling aggrieved.

Although he knew that Quesanti had no ill intentions, he couldn't help but feel unhappy when he was bumped into by such a strong man.

Al's eyes showed a hint of doubt and unwillingness, as if asking: "Am I so insignificant?"

At this moment, Quesanti had a guilty look on his face. He lowered his head slightly, and his fingers unconsciously drew circles on the ground, as if he was thinking about how to express his apology.

His voice was low and slow. "I'm sorry, Venla, I didn't mean to do that. I just didn't notice you for a moment."

After he finished speaking, a hint of uneasiness flashed in his eyes, as if he felt deeply guilty for his mistake just now.

Venla noticed the change in Quesanti's mood and felt a warm feeling well up in her heart.

She knew that although Quesanti looked strong, he was a gentle person at heart.

She patted Al's shoulder gently, signaling him to calm down, then turned to Quesanti and smiled: "It's okay, Quesanti, I know you are a good person. Just be more careful next time."

Al's mood calmed down a little, but he still pouted in dissatisfaction, thinking to himself: "I don't need others to speak for me."

However, Wenla's gentleness and understanding made him feel a little warm, as if he saw a faint light in the darkness.

Quesanti looked up and saw Wenla's smile, and was touched. He couldn't help but think of his own hard journey on the road to becoming a soul master. He had been misunderstood and even rejected because of his burly body. Now, he had a friend who understood him, and a warm current surged in his heart.

Quesanti stood on the high platform of the academy, and the breeze gently brushed across his face, bringing a hint of coolness.

There was a warm flame burning in his heart, which came from Wenla's support and trust.

At this moment, his voice was firm and powerful, as if declaring his determination to the whole world.

"Thank you, Venla."

He took a deep breath, his eyes sparkling with gratitude, like stars shining in the night sky.

"I will be more careful and won't let you get hurt again."

Wenla stood aside, smiling slightly, with a hint of relief in her eyes and a secret sense of pride in her heart.

Quesanti’s growth gave her hope. She knew that this once immature boy was now transforming into a truly strong man.

She nodded gently, silently praying that Quesanti would be able to make progress in future challenges and no longer be troubled by the shadows of the past.

Zefa stood on the other side of the platform, looking down at the college square below, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart.

In the square, the students are undergoing intense training. The figures of the strong men are flickering in the sun, as if it is a grand performance.

He glanced at the young men who were sweating profusely, and thought to himself, "If I'm not mistaken, your teachers here are basically strong men comparable to the brigadier general level, right?"

There was a hint of surprise in his tone. (End of this chapter)