Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

Sabaody Archipelago, GR-13 dock.

As the sun sets, the coating workers return home in twos and threes. The air is filled with the smell of resin mixed with seawater, and huge soap bubbles occasionally drift by, shimmering with colorful light in the afterglow.

In a secluded shipyard, several workers were still working overtime.

"Whoosh! Finally finished!" A young worker crawled out from under the boat, wiped the sweat from his face, and looked at the old man next to him who was leisurely drinking a little wine.

"Old Lei, you're living a really comfortable life."

Upon hearing this, the old man, known as Lao Lei, raised his glass and swirled it.

"Young people should learn to enjoy life more."

The young worker rolled his eyes, walked over and sat down next to him, and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Hey, Old Lei, have you heard? That big customer, what's his name, that slave trader from Gram, ordered a full eighteen large ships, and he even asked them all to be coated."

Old Lei raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

"Do you think he's planning something big?" the young worker whispered, his eyes gleaming with gossip. "He must have caught a lot of mermaids! Tsk tsk, beautiful mermaids... If any mermaid were willing to be my wife, I'd be willing to be a noblewoman with endless money!"

Old Lei chuckled, nearly spitting out his drink.

"Young people, don't dream dreams that can't be realized."

The man pursed his lips: "Can't I just think about it?"

Old Lei waved his hand, took another sip of wine, and felt that life was really interesting. He thought it was time to go home. But when he thought of his beautiful but fierce wife, he felt a headache coming on.

Looking up at the sky, Lao Lei was about to say something.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

fog.

Dense fog!

It swept in from the sea at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering everything and engulfing the entire dock in the blink of an eye.

"What...what's going on?!" the young worker exclaimed in surprise. "Such a thick fog suddenly appeared?!"

Old Lei did not answer.

This fog...something's not right.

...

In the thick fog, several ships that had just been coated were quietly moored at the dock.

Footsteps sounded.

A group of people emerged from the fog.

The leader was a well-dressed man—impressive in his appearance—but his face was pale, and his eyes darted around, like a...frightened bird?

This was natural, after all, he glanced at the merman behind him who was shackled, and a hint of fear flashed involuntarily in his eyes.

Gram.

That slave trader.

Just a few days ago, he was in the square of Fishman Island when Nok stepped on him and thought he was going to die.

Now, he stands here, doing his job for those fishmen.

Because he wanted to live.

"Where's the boat?"

Gram shuddered and quickly pointed to the dock.

"These are the few ships we just finished coating; they're ready to be launched."

A group of his men stepped forward from behind him.

There were cowering humans and fish-men, dressed in human clothes to conceal their scales and features, barely managing to blend in through the thick fog.

Besides Nok's gang, Tiger and Jinbe's reputations also attracted many guys who came to help them.

Graham swallowed hard and walked to the dock duty station.

"Where's the boat? The boat I booked."

The coating worker on duty was startled and quickly nodded and bowed.

"Yes, yes, everything is ready! Please come this way, sir!"

He led Gram toward the boat.

As he passed by Old Ray, Nock glanced at him subconsciously.

Tsk, that old man.

I didn't pay much attention and kept moving forward.

Old Lei, however, simply held his wine glass, his eyes glazed over with drunkenness.

......

Ships were sailed away one after another.

The thick fog concealed them, and they disappeared into the night.

Old Lei stood there, watching the ships sail away.

A young worker came over, scratching his head.

"Old Lei, where do you think they're going?"

Old Lei took a sip of his drink.

"have no idea."

"Then why are you laughing so strangely?"

"Is there?"

"have!"

Old Lei laughed heartily and patted him on the shoulder.

"Kid, remember this day."

"Um?"

"Something big is probably going to happen today!"

The young workers were completely bewildered.

Big news? What big news?

Old Lei offered no explanation.

He simply stared at the ever-receding fog, at the faint silhouettes of boats appearing and disappearing within it, lost in thought.

The lights of the Sabaody Archipelago faded into the distance behind us as eighteen coated ships silently sailed into the deep sea, taking advantage of the thick fog.

Nock stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the increasingly dark sea ahead.

The fog dissipated behind them, only to gather again in front of the fleet, obscuring their path.

The Cloud-Cloud Fruit's power allows him to easily manipulate the water vapor. Although it's just a Logia-type Devil Fruit with only the most basic cloud manipulation, combined with his Fish-Man talent, he is a natural stealth master on this ocean!

......

The sky changed color.

I don't know when it started, but the originally clear night sky began to darken, with dark clouds gathering from all directions, like a giant hand slowly covering the sea.

The wind picked up.

At first, it was just a gentle breeze, carrying a hint of coolness. Gradually, the wind grew stronger, making the sails flutter and the waves began to lap against the stern.

It seems the ocean is also helping her beloved child.

pat.

A drop of rain fell on Nock's face.

He raised his head.

More raindrops fell, densely packed, and in the blink of an eye, it became a torrential downpour.

In the rain, the towering red earth continent loomed in and out of view, like a silent giant looking down on these overconfident challengers.

A storm is brewing; the wind is howling!

"Good weather."

Jinbe approached, his expression solemn.

Nock smiled too.

"Yes, the stronger the storm, the better!"

He looked up at the red earth continent.

In the rain, a black dot, invisible to anyone, is slowly moving upwards.

Tiger.

He started climbing three days ago.

Without a boat, without tools, only a pair of flesh and blood hands, they climbed the almost vertical cliff with their bare hands.

This is Fisher Tiger.

Nock withdrew his gaze and looked at the fleet behind him.

Eighteen ships, hundreds of fishmen, some checking weapons, some encouraging each other, some just sitting silently, staring at the red earth continent, lost in thought.

"Brothers."

He spoke, his voice not loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears in the rain.

Everyone looked at him.

"I know what you're thinking."

"You're thinking—why? Why should Tiger be risking his life up there while we're stuck on the ship watching?"

No one spoke, but the silence itself was the answer.

"I'll tell you why." Nock took a step forward, his body already somewhat transparent, but his voice was as deep as an anchor.

"He went up alone to draw all the fire to himself, and when the lights came on up there—" Nock pointed sharply to the top of the Red Line, "that wasn't a signal to attack. That was Tiger taking the bullets for you! He was clearing the way for you!"

His voice trembled, not from fear, but from something more intense.

"Your battlefield is here. When those slaves escape from above, catch them! Use your ships to take them back to sea!"

"This isn't about cowering in the back!" Nock's voice suddenly rose. "This is about betting our lives on the little bit of time Tiger has bought us! A knife hangs over our heads; every second you hold on is a second more lives gained. If you can't hold on, we're all going back to die!"

He paused for a moment, his body dissipating into a thin mist, only his voice remained, like the wind passing through rocks.

"Tiger is up there dying for you. You're down there clearing a path for the living. Who has it easier? Who's safer?"

"I'll ask you one more time—"

His voice came from all directions, mingled with the rain and the weight of the entire sea.

"What is your mission?!"

"Wait here! Rescue the escaped slaves!"

This time, hundreds of voices collided, shattering the curtain of rain.

Nock didn't ask a third time. His voice suddenly softened, as soft as a blade sheathing itself.

"very good."

The fog began to drift upwards, growing thinner and thinner until it almost blended into the rain.

"Let Tiger know—" the last whisper fell from above, "that he is not alone."

The rain is getting heavier.

The red earth stood silently, like a prison gate that had not yet been opened.