Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

He had lived for so many years and witnessed countless life and death events, but he had never seen such a bizarre sight!

A person, in front of himself, puts his head back on his neck.

The giant snake pressed its head against his neck, and flesh began to merge. He staggered to his feet, but fear made him unsteady, so he could only lean against the wall, panting heavily.

"How...how did you know..." His voice was still trembling. "The secret of the Devil Fruit...how could you..."

Nock did not answer.

He simply turned to the side to make room for him.

Kyoshiro took a step forward.

He stared at the giant snake, his expression changing. He was no longer the obsequious Kyoshiro, no longer the servile yakuza boss—but someone else entirely.

A vengeful man who has endured sixteen years of hardship.

He reached up to his face and wiped off the mask.

It's not a physical mask, but a face disguised with anger and hatred.

His eyes changed, his posture changed, and his entire demeanor changed.

The giant snake's eyes widened.

That face, that face from when he was young... He had seen it before.

Many, many years ago, by Kozuki Oden's side.

"You...you are..."

Kyoshiro—no, Denjiro—slowly spoke.

"Denjiro, one of the Nine Red Scabbards, a retainer of the Kozuki family." His voice was deep, yet it exploded in Orochi's ears like thunder. "Greetings, Lord Orochi."

The giant snake's body went completely limp.

He slid down the wall and collapsed to the ground, his face ashen, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Denjiro walked up to him and looked down at him.

"Sixteen years," he said. "I've waited sixteen years."

He drew the knife from his waist, its blade gleaming coldly in the candlelight.

"The grudge against Lord Oden, the grudge against Lady Toki, the grudge against the countless people of Wano Country—today, it is time to settle accounts."

The giant snake opened its mouth, as if to say something—to beg for mercy, to invoke Kaido's name, to say anything that would allow him to live.

But Denjiro didn't give him a chance.

"Eight lives..."

Denjiro suddenly laughed.

The laughter, ranging from low to high, from suppressed to unrestrained, echoed through the blood-soaked room. He laughed so hard he trembled, tears streaming down his face.

"Great! Great! That's wonderful!"

He stared at the giant snake with an almost crazed look in his eyes.

"Eight lives, do you know what that means?"

The giant snake lay paralyzed on the ground, its face deathly pale, its lips trembling as it couldn't utter a word.

"That means Lord Hiyori can kill you once!" Denjiro held up one finger.

"I can kill you once!" The second finger.

"Nok can kill you once!" The third one.

"Those people who have been exploited by you for thirteen years can kill you once!" The fourth one.

"My companions who have returned from the past, when they arrive, they can kill you once more!" The fifth one.

"And there's Momonosuke-sama, I can kill you one more time!" The sixth one.

As Denjiro looked at his six fingers, his smile grew brighter and brighter.

"If you do the math, there's actually some left over."

He looked down at the giant snake, his eyes filled with pity and mockery.

"You're a really good thing, big snake, enough for so many of us to share."

The giant snake's body trembled violently. It wanted to escape and beg for mercy, but its body was no longer under its control.

Denjiro stopped talking nonsense.

A flash of light.

"ah--!"

The giant snake's screams echoed through the room as an arm flew off, gushing blood that stained half the wall red.

Denjiro gripped his sword, looked at the still twitching arm on the ground, and took a deep breath.

"Sixteen years," he said. "I've waited sixteen years for this voice."

How wonderful!

He raised his knife again.

Another cut, and the left leg was severed at the root.

The giant snake's screams nearly pierced the roof. His body rolled on the ground, leaving distorted trails of blood, but no matter how much he struggled, Denjiro's sword always landed precisely on him.

A knife.

A knife.

Another cut.

Each cut avoided vital points, leaving a gruesome wound on the giant snake. Severed limbs flew everywhere, blood flowed like a river, and the room was filled with a strong stench of blood.

Denjiro's movements became faster and faster, and his smile became more and more cheerful.

"This strike will be a way to collect some interest for Lord Momonosuke!"

"This strike is for Lady Toki and Lord Oden!"

"This strike is for the daimyo and the samurai!"

"This strike is for those civilians who died in the factory!"

"This strike is for the women you sold!"

"This cut is for myself!"

With the final blow, the giant snake's body finally stopped convulsing.

he died.

Denjiro sheathed his sword, panting heavily, his body splattered with blood, but a smile he had never seen before graced his face.

He looked down at the mangled corpse.

"What a pity, what a pity, Lord Orochi, why couldn't you be a little stronger?"

"I haven't enjoyed this life enough yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the corpse on the ground began to writhe.

Flesh and blood regenerated, severed limbs grew back, and the serpent's body was pieced back together. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Denjiro's blood-stained smiling face.

"He's alive again?" Denjiro's smile widened. "That's wonderful."

The giant snake opened its mouth as if to shout, but found that only a hoarse whimper could be heard from its throat.

Denjiro looked at Nok with a questioning look in his eyes.

"You're here?"

Nock shook his head.

"It's unnecessary."

He walked up to the giant serpent, looking down at this once arrogant and worthless wretch. At this moment, the giant serpent had completely collapsed—its eyes were unfocused, its body trembled, and saliva dripped from its mouth, making it look like a pile of rotten flesh.

"Keep the rest of your life."

Denjiro raised an eyebrow: "Keep it?"

Nock nodded.

"The people of Wano Country need a trial, and the families of those he killed need to watch him die in front of everyone."

Denjiro was silent for two seconds, then slowly nodded.

That makes sense.

Nok looked at the giant snake again, his gaze deep.

"and......"

He didn't finish speaking, but he already had a plan in mind.

Noc stated in the future that there is a technology that forcibly extracts Devil Fruit abilities from surviving Devil Fruit users.

Yamata no Orochi Fruit - Mythical Zoan type, eight lives.

Leaving aside the enhancement of physical attributes and various unknown abilities, the eight lives alone are enough to place this fruit among the top-tier mythical beast species.

If there are no better options in the future...

The serpent's remaining life is simply a ready-made top-tier fruit.

Looking into Nok's eyes, Denjiro seemed to understand something. He didn't ask any more questions, but just smiled.

"Okay, whatever you say."

He walked to the door and opened the paper door.

Moonlight streamed in, falling on the blood and severed limbs scattered on the ground, and also on the serpent's devastated face.

Denjiro turned around and looked at it carefully, then suddenly spoke.

"Great Serpent, live well."

"Waiting to die."

The paper door was pulled shut, blocking out the moonlight and the great serpent's desperate wails.

Outside the door, the moonlight was like water.

Nok and Denjiro walked side by side, with faint sobbing sounds coming from behind them.