Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

He desperately raised his arm, trying to block.

But it was too late.

The kick, traveling at the speed of light, was already within reach.

At the critical moment, Nock's Armament Haki surged out wildly, covering his head and chest.

The next moment—

boom!

A burst of golden light erupted, and a kick landed squarely on Nock's chest.

The immense impact coursed through his body, his ribs groaning under the strain. Nock's body plummeted from the sky like a cannonball, shattering the air and the rain—

Pfft!

It crashed into the sea.

Kizaru floated in the air, retracted his leg, and tilted his head to look at the sea.

What happens if a person with superpowers falls into the sea?

Completely powerless and unable to move, he could only wait to drown or be rescued by his companions.

And his companions, the people on the ship, would they just watch him drown?

will not.

They will come to rescue him.

Therefore, Kizaru aimed at Nok from afar, and his fingertips once again gathered an even more dazzling golden light.

This time, his attack won't be deflected!

The slaves can be spared, but the culprits who caused chaos in the holy land must be captured in one fell swoop!

But to Kizaru's surprise, the fish-man who had been kicked into the sea did not become weak like an ordinary Devil Fruit user. Instead, he swam quickly into the depths of the ocean!

Kizaru's expression became subtle.

A user who is not afraid of seawater?

Special methods or special physical condition?

The original plan was to kick him into the sea to weaken him, then lure his companions to rescue him, and finally capture them all.

Unexpectedly, this kick became his escape route.

Kizaru scratched his head; this was a little awkward...

...

The next day.

The highest meeting of world governments was convened urgently.

The Five Elders sat high on their thrones, their faces so gloomy they looked as if they could drip water. Before them lay a loss report compiled overnight.

"The Holy Land of Mary Geoise, the Abolition of Slaves."

"Deaths: 63 CP agents, 1029 guards, 246 elite naval soldiers, and Rear Admiral Onigumo killed in action."

"Missing: 87 members of the Celestial Dragons' direct guard."

"Several thousand slaves escaped, and the loss of property was incalculable."

silence.

Dead silence.

After a long while, one of them spoke, his voice so deep it sounded like it came from hell.

"That fishman... what's his name?"

"Fischer Tiger," another man replied. "According to intelligence, he was a slave captured three years ago and recently escaped."

"There's one more."

"Yes. A young fish-man. According to the on-site report, Onigumo died at his hands. He was suspected to be a Devil Fruit user, but he seemed to possess the special ability to be immune to seawater."

"name?"

"Nok".

The five elders exchanged a glance.

"Bounty offered."

"How many?"

"Fischer Tiger, $230 million."

He paused for a moment.

"That Nock... 453 million."

......

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

The office of the Warring States period was filled with smoke.

Standing before him were several generals who had just returned from Mary Geoise: Firemountain, Doberman, Dalmesia... and Peach Rabbit.

Everyone looked unwell.

"Onigumo is dead." Sengoku's voice was calm, but anyone could hear the anger suppressed beneath that calm. "His head was chopped off by a fishman with a single sword stroke."

No one speaks.

"You, a dozen or so men and hundreds of elite soldiers, couldn't stop a group of unarmed slaves?"

Huoshaoshan lowered his head, his cigar crumpled in his hand.

Momousagi stepped forward.

"Marshal, it is my dereliction of duty."

Sengoku looked at her.

"you?"

"That fishman named Noc was my target for interception. But... I couldn't stop him."

After a moment of silence, Zhan Guo waved his hand.

"It's not your fault. That kid..."

He recalled the report mentioning "a Devil Fruit user who is suspected of being immune to seawater."

"Strange little brat."

He looked out the window.

"Send the order: track down those two fishmen at all costs! Find them alive or dead!"

"yes!"

......

at the same time.

Headquarters of World Economic News Agency.

Morgans flapped its wings, its eyes completely filled with excitement.

"Breaking news! Breaking news!"

Before him lay a wealth of intelligence gathered from various sources—the Mary Geoise riots, the flight of thousands, the death of a Marine Rear Admiral, and the Celestial Dragons' utter disgrace.

"Eight hundred years!" he shrieked with laughter. "Eight hundred years! This is the first time anyone has dared to cause such a commotion in the Holy Land!"

He grabbed a pen and began writing rapidly.

Title: [The Holy Land Has Fallen! The Murloc Hero Liberates Ten Thousand Slaves!]

Subtitle: [Rear Admiral Onigumo is beheaded with a single sword strike; Admiral Kizaru's attack fails!]

This title doesn't give the world government any face at all, but...who cares?

Morgan paused, then added another line.

"Fischer Tiger - $230 million bounty!"

"Nock - 453 million bounty!"

He put down his pen, looked at the headline he had written, and laughed until he was shaking.

"Now the sea is going to boil!"

......

Revolutionary Army Headquarters, Baltigue.

Long stood by the window, holding a piece of intelligence that had just been sent back.

The corners of his mouth slowly curved upwards.

"Fischer Tiger... Nock..."

He murmured the two names.

A man wearing a hat walked in from behind.

"Dragon, did you see that?"

"I saw it."

The dragon turned around and handed him the intelligence.

The man took it, glanced at it, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"Thirteen thousand slaves wreaked havoc in the Holy Land! Good heavens!"

"This is the first shot," Long said.

He looked out the window, at the vast sky.

"Someone rang the first bell on the red earth."

......

A new world, a certain sea area.

On a pirate ship, several pirates are huddled around a newspaper, eagerly passing it around.

Holy crap! Look at this!

"Four hundred and fifty million?! That's a bounty for a newcomer?!"

"Damn, I've been making money for twenty years and I only have 80 million, and this kid throws around 300 million?"

"You wreaked havoc in the Holy Land, rescued thousands of slaves, and even killed a naval rear admiral. If you're so capable, why don't you do it yourself?"

"Then forget it."

The captain walked over and snatched the newspaper from him.

He looked at the blurry photo, which was said to have been taken by a CP agent before his death. The photo showed only a blurry figure from behind, facing a group of navy personnel.

"Nok..."

he murmured.

Then he grinned.

"interesting."

He threw the newspaper back and looked into the distance.

"This ocean is becoming more and more interesting."

......

Fishman Island.

Queen Otohime stood by the window, clutching the newspaper tightly in her hand.

Her eyes reddened.

She seemed to see vividly the rescued slaves, the towering flames, and the two figures fighting in the rainy night.

Especially the young one.

The boy who said those words to her.

"Peace will prevail if we seek it through struggle..."

She murmured.

"Peace sought through compromise will lead to the demise of peace..."

She raised her head and looked towards the sea.

That place is the Red Earth Continent.

It used to be a nightmare that seemed so far away.

But now—

Someone there lit a fire!

......

And in a certain ocean.

Eighteen large coated ships are quietly moored in a secluded underwater canyon.

On the boat, there was laughter, singing, and dancing.

Those who had just gained their freedom jumped, sang, cried, and laughed on the deck. They didn't know what the future held, where they were going, or whether they would be arrested again.

But at this moment—

They are free!

This is enough.

On one of the ships, Nock lay on the deck, his chest wrapped in bandages.

Kizaru's kick was no joke.

Tiger sat next to him, holding two newspapers in his hands.

"Kid, you're famous now."

Nock took the newspaper and glanced at it.

"Nock - Bounty of 453 million Berries".

He froze for a moment.

Then he grinned.

"Over four hundred million? And there are even odd amounts."

He looked up at the sunlight streaming through the seawater.

"But this is nothing."

Tiger looked at him and smiled.

In the sea breeze, the faint sound of slaves singing could be heard.

That was a song of freedom.