Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

Naval Nok and Fishman Nok both leaned forward.

"What breakthrough?"

Future Nok looked at them, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Like various modification technologies, the enhancement of warships and cannons, and the research on Devil Fruits."

"For example, research on attaching Paramecia and Logia type Devil Fruit weapons, and technology forcibly extracting Devil Fruit abilities from living Devil Fruit users."

"For example, technology that removes the side effects of Devil Fruit users, making them no longer afraid of seawater and seastone."

Shocked.

The three Nocs stared at him with wide eyes.

"You've mastered these technologies?"

Future Nock shook his head.

"No, I'm just a mid-level researcher. Those core technologies are all in the hands of the top management at the research institute. At my current research level, I'm not qualified to access them."

He paused, then looked at the three versions of himself.

"but......"

"But?" the three asked in unison.

Future Nock pushed up his glasses, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"We have the ability to share memories, right?"

"If I master those technologies in the future, then... you will be able to replicate them in your own time."

The three Nocks nodded in astonishment.

"That's right, that's correct."

"Furthermore," Future Nok continued, "as you know, many of Vegapunk's technologies were lost in the future due to war, but in your time, even Vegapunk himself is still alive."

You mean to say...

"If you can get your hands on Vegapunk's artificial Devil Fruits, Fallen Angels, and other technologies, I can use them to achieve significant results in my world, thereby increasing my privileges and acquiring the technologies I mentioned earlier, thus contributing to the Nocs' great cause!"

The three Nocs exchanged a glance, and after the initial shock, their eyes blazed with an unprecedented light.

Swordsman Nock was the first to speak, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Vegapunk... in my world, he's probably still at the Punk Hazard research facility, conducting all sorts of classified research!"

He stood up and paced back and forth in the void.

"If I could access those technologies, even just the basics—the fundamental principles of artificial Devil Fruits, the composition of lineage factors, or even the experimental data from those failed experiments—it would be an immense treasure to you!"

Future Knok pushed up his glasses.

"Yes."

"Unfortunately, Vegapunk hasn't joined the World Government yet in the timeline I'm currently in, and I don't even know where he is right now."

Navy Nok sighed, and Fishman Nok added, "Indeed, I am a Fishman, so it's even harder for me to connect with Vegapunk from my own world."

"Then leave this matter to me," swordsman Nok replied. "However, Punk Hazard is sure to be heavily guarded by the World Government, and we'll need even greater strength to explore it."

Swordsman Nok paused, the image of that fat figure flashing through his mind.

"In addition, I thought of someone else."

He looked toward the future of Nok.

"Quinn, that guy is a top scientist himself. He's conducted numerous human modification experiments and researched poison gas weapons and biochemical modifications. Would those technologies be of any use to you?"

After a moment's thought, Nox's eyes lit up.

"Human modification and poison gas—in my time, these two technologies were already quite advanced. Quinn's technology level would be outdated five hundred years from now, but his biochemical modification technology might provide other inspirations. If we achieve research results and the research level is improved by then, it might not be enough to obtain the technologies mentioned earlier, but applying for some drugs to remove the side effects of Devil Fruits and a Devil Fruit might not be a problem!"

"When the time comes, I'll greedily drink one bottle, and the space will be able to share this ability with you. Also, regarding the question you discussed before about whether sharing Devil Fruit abilities would cause an explosion, I can give you the answer: no!"

"So, brothers, then we can use Devil Fruits without any worries! Whether the power is strong or weak doesn't matter, since more Nocs will be arriving anyway. Our top priority is to increase our combat strength as soon as possible!"

Swordsman Nock nodded excitedly: "Alright, my plan is to sail to Punk Assad, get a ship from Ghost Island, and steal Quinn's research data while I'm at it."

"Alright, then let's continue our diligent training to increase our strength!"

...

The arrival of Noc in the future did not immediately enhance the strength of Noc, but the time period in which he was born was extremely promising!

In the following period, Fishman Nok and Navy Nok continued their training, Future Nok was busy with research, and Swordsman Nok was preparing to set sail.

But before that, he had one more thing to do.

Wano Country, Shogun's Residence.

The hustle and bustle of the past is long gone.

Once, this was the most prosperous place in Wano Country, with lights that never went out, a constant stream of flatterers, banquets filled with singing and dancing, and jewels and beauties offered up by obsequious subjects.

The giant serpent loved to sit on a high place, looking down at the people who groveled at its feet, and enjoying the fear and fawning in their eyes.

And now-

The empty corridor was only filled with the sound of the wind. The paper doors were broken and no one was repairing them. The grass and trees in the courtyard grew wildly, and the pond water was murky and filled with withered leaves. The samurai, geishas and merchants who once crowded the courtyard could not be seen at all.

The entire general's mansion resembles a hollowed-out corpse, with only the outer shell barely holding it together.

The large snake was curled up in the corner of the inner room, with a Den Den Mushi in front of it.

His kimono was crumpled, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were sunken. His once proud face now showed only fear and exhaustion. He stared at the Den Den Mushi, his fingers trembling as he dialed the number—his last lifeline.

"Brubrub... Brubrub..."

The Den Den Mushi was connected.

"Queen-Lord Queen!" Orochi nearly wailed, "It's me! Kurozumi Orochi! The Shogun of Wano Country!"

A burst of noise came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi, seemingly from a banquet. Then, a lazy male voice rang out: "Huh? Orochi? Oh, it's you. What is it?"

"Lord Queen! Please convey this message to Governor Kaido! That traitor Kyoshiro! He's colluded with outsiders to sideline me! They've placed me under house arrest! The situation in Wano Country is out of control! Governor Kaido, please send troops immediately—"

"Huh?" Quinn interrupted him, his tone dismissive. "That's it?"

The giant snake was stunned: "Lord Quinn?"

"I'm telling you," Queen's voice was tinged with impatience, "Orochi, if you can't control the situation, whose fault is it? Besides, isn't Kyoshiro doing a pretty good job? He's not only paid the protection money he owes, but he's actually paid more, and he's getting all the wine, meat, and women he needs. He's having a great time cooperating with the Beast Pirates. Especially... cough cough, anyway, Orochi, you're on your own."

"W-what?!" The serpent's voice shrilled. "He's a traitor! He's usurping my power! Lord Quinn, you can't—"