Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

All I could see was blue.

Profound and tranquil.

But unlike before, this blue is no longer suffocating; instead, it carries a sense of warmth.

The seawater enveloped him, like a mother's womb.

Nock was stunned.

He tried to breathe.

It's not through the lungs, but through another method—the skin absorbs, the lungs pulsate, and the whole body engages in some mysterious exchange with the seawater. The feeling is peculiar, like someone who has always been locked out suddenly receiving the key and discovering that the door was never locked; they just didn't know how to open it.

Oxygen rushed in.

He came back to life.

Nok slowly opened his eyes and raised his head on the seabed.

Sunlight streamed down from the sea overhead, scattering into countless golden flakes that fell upon him and his arms.

Nock raised his hand and stared at his skin.

It still had human skin, but something fundamental had changed. He could feel the pulse of the seawater, sense the breath of the ocean currents, and understand underwater sounds that humans could never perceive.

The talent of the merfolk.

He has it.

My body is still sore, and I haven't fully recovered from the exhaustion.

But he can already move.

Nock pushed off with his legs, propelling himself upwards through the seawater.

The second battle between the Navy and the pirates has begun!

...

Deep inside the ship's cabin, the door to the captain's quarters was locked from the inside.

Thanks to the Six Styles of Life Restoration, the bleeding from General Pangge's severed arm was barely stopped, but it was still a pipe dream for him to engage in fierce battle again.

"Lady Saori, I will never let the pirates harm you before I die!" Vice Admiral Pang said, blocking the door, offering a futile attempt at comfort.

Bang! Another slap.

Cracks spread across the heavy wooden door like a spider web.

Behind Pang Ge, a woman nearing forty held a girl of eleven or twelve tightly in her arms. She had a gentle demeanor and a calm expression in her eyes. Even though her life was hanging by a thread, she did not scream. Instead, she pressed the child's head against her chest and gently patted his back.

"I'm not afraid," Mrs. Saori said softly. "I'm not afraid."

The child's small body was trembling, but he bit his lip and didn't cry out.

Bang! The third slap.

The bolt broke, and half of the door panel collapsed with a crash.

Bakaro's massive tiger-man body blocked the doorway, his beastly eyes reflecting the three figures inside. He licked his bloodied paws and revealed an extremely cruel smile.

"We've found you."

His bloodthirsty gaze swept over Lieutenant General Pang, who had been sent flying out of the door, and landed on the mother and child.

"Zepha's woman...and her child."

He grinned, his sharp teeth still bearing remnants of flesh and blood from when he had torn apart the marines.

The child finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

The woman hugged him tighter, raised her head, and stared directly into those beastly eyes.

That calm look in his eyes made Baccarat feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Aren't you afraid?" He scoffed, stepping into the room. "Who are you trying to fool? Zephyr isn't here."

The woman did not speak.

The lieutenant general slumped against the wall, wanting to do something but unable to move at all. The Den Den Mushi in his hand had long since fallen to the ground, and he could no longer hear what was being shouted on the other end.

Baccarat walked past him, stood in front of the woman, and looked down at the mother and child.

"Zeffa's woman..." He narrowed his eyes, then tilted his head with a sudden interest. "Tsk, she's a bit older, but looking closely, she must have been quite beautiful when she was young, right?"

"Just thinking about it would be incredibly exciting to have sex with a general's wife!"

But the woman remained motionless, not even blinking.

Baccarat saw no fear, no despair, nothing he wanted to see on that face. Only a kind of...disgusting contempt that made him feel uncomfortable.

It was as if he wasn't some vicious pirate, but just a stray dog ​​passing by.

"You fucking..." His smile froze for a moment, then widened, and he moved closer to her face. "What are you pretending for? I've been a pirate on the Grand Line for twenty years. What haven't I seen? I've seen plenty of women like you. You act like a virtuous and chaste woman, but when you actually die, you cry more miserably than anyone else."

The woman remained silent.

She just watched him quietly.

Baccarat's breathing became heavy.

He straightened up, paced around the cabin a couple of times, then suddenly turned back, grinning maliciously at the child in her arms.

"You little brat, you're about to die, aren't you scared?"

The child was trembling all over, but bit his lip and swallowed back his previous cries.

The woman finally spoke.

"He's still young, come at me."

Baccarat paused for a moment, then threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"Coming for you? Of course I'm coming for you!" He laughed until his smile vanished, his eyes blazing with cruelty. "I was planning to take my time, a general's woman, how precious. But look at you..."

He stepped forward, his tiger claws raised high.

"I've changed my mind!"

The sharp claws gleamed coldly in the dim light of the cabin.

The child finally burst into tears again.

The woman closed her eyes and held the child tightly in her arms.

In the corner, Gasparu covered his mouth, trembling like a leaf.

The Den Den Mushi fell to the ground, and someone was still shouting something on the other end.

Then--

boom!

It wasn't the sound of a tiger's claws striking.

It was the wall on the other side of the cabin that was completely shattered.

Amidst the flying sawdust, a figure burst through the wall, carrying with him seawater and murderous intent, and punched Baccaro in the side!

Fishman Arm Strength - Whale Kill Finger Pistol!

Baccarat's massive body was sent flying, crashing heavily into the opposite wall, which dented the entire wall.

"who--!"

He roared and raised his head, then froze.

At the doorway, a navy man, soaking wet, slowly stood up. His uniform was tattered, and he was covered in wounds, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

The naval lieutenant commander he had just defeated.

诺克

"Sorry." He shook the seawater off his hands, a not-so-pleasant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "If you want to hurt that mother and daughter, you'll have to get past me first."

Baccarat freed himself from the dented wall, shook his neck, and made a cracking sound.

He looked down at the side where he had been hit—his clothes were torn, and there was a bloody hole in his skin, from which blood was seeping out.

pain.

It hurt more than any of the blows Nok had dealt in the previous fights.

But that's about it.

The muscles twitched, the wound contracted, and the bleeding quickly stopped. The power of the Zoan-type Devil Fruit was at work, rapidly repairing the body.

Baccarat grinned, revealing his bloodied fangs.

"Interesting." He stared at Nok, a hint of surprise flashing in his beastly eyes. "Your strength has increased after falling into the sea?"

Nock did not speak.

He looked at Baccarat's wound that was healing on his waist and sighed inwardly.

Fishman Noc is fifteen years old. He survived in a place like Fishman Town through sheer ruthlessness and instinct, not systematic training. His tenfold arm strength is a racial talent, but that's all it is. For a Zoan-type Devil Fruit user who has been on the Grand Line for twenty years, that amount of strength is not enough.