Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

"You remembered too."

Fishman Nok looked sad and asked with a sigh.

Navy Knox nodded silently. He had indeed cursed before: "Yeah, but it should be alright, after all, Duke is still better than Rome..."

The instant that word left his lips, the fishman Nok's eyes widened, and he quickly stopped him: "Your other self, watch your mouth!!"

With a sharp shout, Navy Nock also reacted.

Yeah, if Duke really existed, then...

"The invincible, peerless, awe-inspiring, and breathtakingly handsome Archmage Russell actually exists! Wow, this is truly a blessing for all the heavens and a boon for all worlds!"

Instantly, a string of shameless compliments poured out of Navy Nok's mouth, while Fishman Nok wiped the sweat dripping from his brow and quickly gave him a thumbs up.

"Well said!"

Clearly, both Noc have an extremely strong will to survive!

...

After a moment, the two Knocks exchanged a glance and tacitly skipped over the topic.

"So, this is the anal space? By the way, I transmigrated into a pirate world, what about you? Judging from your appearance, you look a bit like a fish-man from my place!"

Fishman Nok was a little surprised, "Pirates? You've also traveled to the world of One Piece?"

"also?"

"We've all been transported to the world of One Piece?"

Nock looked surprised.

The first and second Nocs to arrive at this mysterious space were both from the pirate world?

Could it be...

"Has one of us been transported into a fanfiction novel?"

"Possibly!"

Fishman Nok nodded in deep agreement.

Which fanfiction could it be?

Is it Er Yang's? Xian Yu's? Or Ting Feng's?

However, the two quickly dismissed their doubts, realizing there was no point in thinking about it anymore.

However, it would be meaningful to study the function of this mysterious space.

The two rubbed their hands together, exchanged a knowing smile, and chuckled.

"Since it's a rectal abortion, presumably we should also have the ability to share, right?"

"Then, shall we?"

"Come!"

With palms touching, the next moment, memories begin to flow and power begins to be shared.

Fishman Nok closed his eyes, and fifteen years of time surged into the consciousness of another Nok like an undercurrent in the ocean.

Fishman Street.

The gray coral reefs, the rusted shipwrecks, and the air forever filled with the smell of decaying seaweed.

Born into the lowest class, he didn't know who his father was. His mother was taken away by a human slave-catching team shortly after his birth, and he never saw her again.

To survive, you can only rely on your own efforts!

The rules of Fishman Street are simple: either eat fish or be eaten by fish. So Nok joined the lowest-level gang of thugs in Fishman Street, running errands for the boss, taking the blame for others, getting beaten up in the dark alleys, and also beating others half to death in the dark alleys. Every scar on his body tells a story.

Of course, I have also received help from others and had friends.

He had also met Jinbe before. At that time, Jinbe was not yet a Shichibukai, but the captain of the army of the Fish-Man Kingdom. He would occasionally come to Fish-Man Street to teach those outrageous thugs a lesson. He hid in a corner and watched Jinbe's back. He thought: If I could follow someone like that, maybe I wouldn't have to live such a dirty and tiring life.

But that day has not yet come.

He hasn't left Fishman Island yet this year.

But he is alive.

This is enough.

Memories flow to this point.

Navy Nok opened his eyes, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Fishman Nok had changed.

"You..." He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

The fish-man Nok grinned, revealing a row of shark teeth, and laughed shamelessly: "What? Feel sorry for me?"

Navy Knock shook his head.

What's there to pity? Those who survived and worked hard don't deserve pity.

He closed his eyes, feeling the new things flowing into his body.

The strength of the fish-men is naturally ten times that of humans. Even without any training, they can easily crush the skulls of ordinary people.

and most importantly -

The fish-men are gifted with the ability to breathe freely underwater and control the seawater.

Navy Nock recalled his predicament and found that it had been resolved.

With the abilities of a fishman, he no longer needs to worry about drowning in the sea!

Navy Nock's fist slowly loosened.

"How's it going on your end?" he asked, looking at the fishman Nok.

Nok the fishman did not answer, still processing the memories flooding into his mind and the surging power welling up from the depths of his body.

First, the muscles.

Fishmen are born with ten times the arm strength, but that's more of a racial talent than the result of systematic training. Survival in Fishman Street doesn't allow for throwing tens of thousands of punches a day, let alone running with a thousand pounds of weight; they don't have the resources for that.

Therefore, his overall physical condition is not as good as that of Navy Knock.

But now, with just a little sharing, all of Naval Nok's countless efforts are attributed to him.

Then came the iron blocks, paper drawings, and finger guns.

Navy Knock has only learned these three moves so far.

It's not that he doesn't train his legs, but the difficulty level is just too high.

Moreover, in Nock's own view, the training of Iron Body and Paper Drawing is the most important of the Six Powers, because these two techniques not only help practitioners to better control their bodies, but their effects are also very similar to Armament Haki and Observation Haki. Perhaps this is what the genius naval instructor who created the Six Powers used to lay the foundation for learning these two Haki techniques!

"So... that's how the technique works." He raised his hand, his five fingers slowly tightened, his muscles instantly tensed to an unbelievable hardness, and then relaxed, his entire arm becoming as soft as if boneless.

"That's impressive skill," he said in a low voice.

Naval Nok, meanwhile, was experiencing the fishman's unique talent for seawater.

"Now you're practically half a merman." The merman Nok grinned, his sharp shark teeth gleaming coldly.

But soon, both of them frowned.

They discovered the problem.

Navy Nock tried to sense the power he once possessed, that body forged through countless trials—it was still there, but...

No enhancements were made.

The fishman's arm strength did make up for his original weakness, but other physical attributes, such as endurance, explosiveness, and resilience, did not improve with the addition of the fishman Nok. He remained at the same level as before.

Fishman Nok was also sensing that his arm strength was stronger than Navy Nok's, but he had not become stronger yet. He had acquired Navy Nok's physical attributes and skills, but his other innate strengths had not been added.

"It's not about adding together," Naval Nok said thoughtfully. "It's about complementarity. We only gained the parts that the other side was stronger in, or the parts that we didn't have."

"In other words," Nok the fishman continued, "I have stronger arms than you, and you inherited my strength; you have better physical attributes and skills than me, and I inherited yours. But what we originally had... remains the same."

"That's right! Your arm strength didn't increase because of me, and I didn't become stronger because of you."

The two looked at each other and simultaneously remembered a certain name.

Duke.

"Shared and stacked," Navy Nock said quietly. "He can combine everyone's abilities together, making them stronger and stronger, while we can only make up for our weaknesses, not enhance our strengths."