Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

On the road from the poor area to the rich area.

Nock walked in the shadows.

The road underfoot gradually changed from muddy to stone slabs, from broken to smooth, and the houses along the roadside changed from crooked wooden sheds to small courtyards with brick and tile structures.

But what has changed even more is people.

People in the impoverished areas lie by the roadside, eyes open, devoid of light. They sleep hungry, wake hungry, day after day, year after year. No one knows what they live on—perhaps scraps from garbage dumps, perhaps swill from the wealthy neighborhoods, or maybe even something else entirely...

People in wealthy neighborhoods walk the streets with only desire in their eyes.

Alcohol, women, gambling, power—they chased these things until they died, yet they could never fill that hole.

Nock stepped out of the shadows and watched it all.

Twenty-four years have passed.

He has watched it countless times.

But every time I watch it, the fire in my heart burns even brighter.

He quickened his pace.

......

Outside the building, Nock stood in the shadows.

He looked up at the brightly lit building, and through the windows he could see people inside, clinking glasses and making merry.

His gaze swept across the surroundings.

There were shadowy figures on the rooftops, shadowy figures in the alleyways, and shadowy figures behind the windows of the opposite building.

The Imperial Guards of Fukurokuju filled this area.

But they still haven't found him.

Nock's lips curled up slightly.

He took the cloth mask out of his pocket and slowly put it on.

Then it blends into the shadows, like water seeping into sand.

......

Inside the gambling den, there was a great deal of noise.

The owner of Tsugawaya sat in the VIP section, with a mountain of chips piled up in front of him. He was smiling, but the smile was stiff, and sweat kept pouring down his forehead.

"Raise the bet!" he shouted, his voice trembling.

The surrounding crowd cheered.

No one noticed that a shadow silently slid down from the roof beam.

They landed behind the owner of Tsugawa-ya.

The boss felt a chill on his neck, like he'd been bitten by a mosquito.

He looked down—

A knife tip protruded from his own throat.

Before the blood could even gush out, the knife had already been withdrawn.

The boss stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, trying to shout but unable to make a sound. He clutched his throat, warm liquid welling between his fingers, and his body slumped forward.

The mountain of chips was smashed apart and rolled all over the ground.

Screams erupted.

"Murder!!"

The crowd scattered and fled, the gambling table was overturned, and chips, banknotes, and wine glasses flew everywhere.

In the chaos, a dark figure swept over the crowd, crashed through the back window, and disappeared into the night.

...

"grown ups!"

The man in black rushed into the room where Fukurokuju was, knelt on one knee, and shouted, "They've appeared! They killed the owner of Tsugawa-ya and ran into the back alley!"

Fu Lu Shou stood up, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"Chase."

He stepped out of the window, his figure casting a long shadow in the moonlight.

Behind him, a dozen or so men in black followed closely.

The night wind howled.

Nok leaped between rooftops at a pace that was neither too fast nor too slow, just enough for his pursuers to catch up but not too slow.

He glanced back.

Under the moonlight, a tall, thin figure was rapidly approaching, followed by a string of dark shadows.

Fortune, prosperity, and longevity.

coming.

Nock withdrew his gaze and sped up.

The streets swept past beneath my feet, and the houses receded into the distance.

The footsteps behind me grew closer, but not any closer.

Fu Lu Shou chased after them, but they couldn't catch up.

The two maintained a distance of thirty feet between them.

A silent chase unfolds under the moonlight.

Nock's lips curled up slightly.

come on.

Serpent's loyal dog, your death is near!

Next up is the giant snake!

...

Nock leaps between rooftops, his speed gradually increasing.

The footsteps behind me began to fade.

The ordinary ninjas of the Oniwabanshu couldn't keep up.

Nock glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye. Under the moonlight, the original string of dark figures had spread out, with only the tall, thin figure at the front still holding on tightly, and the distance between them was gradually decreasing.

Fortune, prosperity, and longevity.

They did not choose to give up.

Nock's lips curled up slightly.

Expected.

After all, that good-for-nothing Orochi doesn't care how you failed.

He continued to accelerate.

The rooftops beneath their feet had changed from brick and tile to wooden planks, from orderly to dilapidated; they had completely entered the slums. The houses here were low and crowded, the alleys narrow and winding, and in places where the moonlight couldn't penetrate, there was only thick, impenetrable darkness.

Nock darted through the darkness like a fish.

Only one footstep remained behind him.

Fu Lu Shou frowned.

His men were shaken off much faster than he had anticipated.

But thinking of Lord Orochi's reprimand, he still chose to chase after him.

He no longer cared about his men behind him and accelerated at full speed.

His figure left a trail of afterimages in the moonlight, the tiles beneath his feet were crushed under his feet, and his body shot forward like a cannonball.

The distance is getting shorter.

Thirty zhang, twenty zhang, fifteen zhang—

Nock glanced back, his gaze meeting those piercing eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Nock's lips curled into a smile.

Then he abruptly turned and disappeared into a narrow, dark alley.

Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity followed closely behind without any hesitation.

There was no moonlight in the dark alley.

There was only thick darkness and a figure hurtling through the wind.

Fu Lu Shou's pupils contracted, and he raised his arm, his dark Armament Haki wrapping around it.

...

at the same time.

The City of Flowers, General's Mansion.

The lights were bright, and the sounds of string and wind instruments filled the air.

The giant serpent lay reclining on a soft couch, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed over. He had two heavily made-up prostitutes on his left and right, and the table in front of him was laden with wine and dishes. Behind him, a group of dancers were gracefully performing.

"Sir, would you like another drink?"

"Drink, drink it all!"

The giant snake laughed heartily, tilted its head back, and downed a cup of fine wine.

Kyoshiro stood to the side, a habitual smile on his face, his eyes lowered to conceal the fire deep within them.

Because of Nok's advice, Nichiyori in this world did not choose to become the most beautiful courtesan.

Kyoshiro believed that Nok's suggestion was correct.

Getting her away from this cesspool is better than anything else.

"Report—!"

A ninja from the Oniwabanshu rushed in and knelt on one knee.

"Reporting to Lord Orochi, that 'Ushimitsu Kozo' has reappeared! This time he killed the owner of Tsugawa-ya!"

The giant snake frowned and put down its wine cup.

"Is it that damn ugly brat again?"

Kyoshiro stepped forward at the opportune moment, bowing his head respectfully: "Lord Orochi, shall I...?"

"No need!" Orochi interrupted him smugly, a confident smile spreading across his face. "I've already sent Fukurokuju to chase after him. He's my strongest ninja; that mere Ushimitsu brat is a piece of cake!"

Kyoshiro paused slightly, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"I see." He feigned sudden understanding, then a look of worry appeared on his face. "But sir, I've recently heard a rumor..."

"What rumor?"

"It's said that 'Ugly Boy' is likely a remnant of the Nine Red Scabbards in disguise." Kyoshiro's voice was low, carrying just the right amount of worry. "If that's true, Lord Fukurokuju..."

The giant snake's smile froze.

"The Nine Red Scabbards?" He sobered up a bit.