Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

Coastline, dusk.

A dilapidated transport ship was moored beside a secluded reef, laden with food, wine, and various supplies—the "tribute" that the Flower Capital regularly sent to Onigashima. The samurai escorting the shipment leaned lazily against the ship's railing, drinking and chatting.

But they didn't know that there was an unwanted person on board.

Knok sat cross-legged in the shadows in the corner of the cabin, his eyes closed and his breathing steady.

Kyoshiro's plan was perfect. He infiltrated the escort team into Onigashima, seized Queen's research data while the guards were off guard, and then left quietly.

The plan is simple.

But plans can never keep up with changes.

It was already dark when the boat docked.

Ghost Island resembles a giant beast crouching on the sea, its skull-shaped mountains casting menacing shadows under the moonlight. Nok stands on the ship's railing, gazing at the legendary island with a calm expression.

"Unloading! Unloading!" The escorting samurai began to busy themselves.

No one noticed that a figure silently slid into the sea.

......

The seawater enveloping Knok did not make him feel cold; on the contrary, it made him feel very free.

He dived down, circled the bottom of the ship, and swam through the crevices of the reef towards the depths of Ghost Island. His fish-man talent allowed him to clearly sense every ripple in the seawater, where patrols were taking place, and where there were gaps to squeeze through.

The guards were indeed lax.

He remembered Xiaoyu's words: Ace just left yesterday.

At this point in time, Kaido should have led his subordinates on an expedition. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let Ace cause such a ruckus and then leave so easily. He would have given Ace a good beating to curb his kingly addiction long ago.

Of course, it's also possible that one blow might awaken Ace's full potential...

Just right.

He found a hidden sea cave and went ashore from there. The cave was slippery and dark, filled with garbage and rotting seaweed, and had obviously not been there for a long time.

Nock changed out of his soaking wet clothes, put on the black night clothes he had prepared beforehand, and tied the second-generation Kitetsu around his waist.

set off.

......

The interior of Ghost Island was like a giant maze, filled with skull-shaped decorations and rough stone carvings. Nok moved along the walls, his steps as light as a cat's, his breath as low as possible.

He encountered several patrols of pirates, all of them small fry, walking in twos and threes, drinking and chatting as they went, completely without any sense of vigilance.

With Kaido gone, these guys have completely let loose.

Nock evaded the last patrol and arrived at a massive iron gate.

A sign hangs on the door: "The laboratory of Lord Quinn, who is ten thousand times more beloved than Jhin. No unauthorized personnel allowed."

right here.

He pushed open the door and slipped inside.

As soon as he entered, Nok tensed up, carefully watching out for any potential traps.

After all, this is what mad scientists' labs are like.

But as it turned out, Knox's caution was completely unnecessary.

The laboratory was a mess, with various instruments piled up everywhere, blueprints and data pasted on the walls, test tubes and beakers scattered on the table, and a pungent smell of chemicals permeating the air.

In the corner stood several huge glass jars containing bizarre biological specimens—human organs, animal limbs, and other things whose names were completely unknown.

Nock didn't have time to look closely.

He quickly scanned his surroundings, his gaze landing on a row of bookshelves against the wall, on which dozens of thick notebooks were neatly stacked, their covers marked with numbers and dates.

Research data.

He walked over quickly and began searching.

"Biochemical modification... the formula for the plague bomb... those scraps left over from when Quinn collaborated with Vegapunk back then..."

Nock flipped through the notebooks, sifting through them and stuffing the valuable ones into the cloth bag on his back. Nock's future memories would tell him which ones were truly important.

Time passed by, second by second.

His movements became faster and faster, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Just as he reached for the sixteenth notebook—

boom!

A loud roar came from afar, and the entire laboratory trembled slightly.

Nock's hand paused.

He pricked up his ears.

Another roar, louder than before, accompanied by faint shouts and the sound of metal clashing.

What happened?

Nock frowned, but his hands didn't stop. He stuffed the last notebook into the cloth bag and turned to leave.

Just as I reached the door, there was another roar.

This time it's much closer.

Nock pushed open the door a crack and looked outside.

In the distance, flames soared into the sky.

Orange-red flames cascaded down from somewhere like a waterfall, illuminating half of the ghost island. The flames were mixed with icy blue light and the sharp sound of metal clashing.

Nock's pupils contracted slightly.

That is......

"Fire Fist!"

A familiar voice came from that direction, carrying the youthful exuberance and passion unique to teenagers.

Nock's lips twitched.

What a coincidence! We just happened to run into Ace, who was causing havoc on Onigashima!

There wasn't time to think it through.

Another roar interrupted his thoughts.

This time, he saw it clearly.

In the firelight, a white figure soared into the air—long hair that blended white and blue, a white robe, a strange hannya mask on her face, and a huge spiked club in her hand.

"Thunderous Eight Trigrams!"

Yamato.

Kaido's daughter.

Flames and frost intertwined in the night sky, and the shockwaves from the collision of Armament Haki made the surrounding buildings tremble. Ace's fiery fist slammed into Yamato, and Yamato's spiked club, carrying a chilling aura, met it head-on. The two forces collided, creating a visible ripple.

Nock stood in the shadows, watching the battle, his eyes changing.

He knew Ace was very strong.

I know Yamato is very strong.

But seeing it with your own eyes is still different.

Ace unleashed a punch that turned the entire street into a sea of ​​fire, while Yamato swung his staff, freezing even the flames.

Their movements were so fast that they were difficult to catch with the naked eye; every collision was like thunder, and every aftershock could destroy ordinary buildings.

Nock gripped the knife at his waist.

He is still not quite a true strongman.

This is not frustration.

It is clear-headedness.

Remembering his earlier plan to take a boat, Nock found a place to wait and observe the fight between the two.

Soon after, the fighting in the distance gradually subsided.

The flames subsided, the frost dissipated, and two figures fell from the ruins, standing a dozen meters apart, both panting heavily.

"Hahahaha!" Ace burst out laughing first, wiping the sweat from his face. "Impressive! You're even better than I thought!"

Yamato removed his Hannya mask, revealing a handsome face, and he was smiling as well.

"You're not bad either! This is the first time I've met such an interesting opponent!"

The two looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter at the same time.

"Hey, wanna grab a drink?" Ace swaggered over. "I still have some wine on board!"

"Great!" Yamato's eyes lit up, then dimmed again. "But... I can't leave Onigashima..."

"Then let's drink here!" Ace waved his hand. "Anyway, you've chased away all your accomplices, so no one's coming anytime soon."

Yamato paused for a moment, then laughed.

"good!"