Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

The two walked back along the street. The rest of the Spade were already gathered at the palace gate. Yamato, carrying a spiked club, kicked at the pebbles at his feet with a bored expression.

Ace walked over and glanced at everyone. "Is everyone here?"

"Everyone's here!" Yamato was the first to respond.

"Then let's go and ransack the Don Quixote family's treasury."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

As the creator of an underground business empire, Don Quixote was absolutely rolling in money!

They've made a fortune!

Yamato raised his spiked club: "Oh! Time for the pirates' favorite looting!"

Baby-5 blinked: "Um... I can help you find it. I used to be in the family, so I know where the treasure vault is."

Nock gave an immediate thumbs-up: "Great!"

Baby-5 nodded vigorously, a bright smile spreading across her face.

The Don Quixote family's treasury was located on the second basement level of the palace, hidden behind a secret chamber that Pica had built with his rock powers. Noctis cleaved open the door with a single blow, revealing a mountain of gold and silver treasures that glittered in the firelight.

Yamato was the first to rush in, grabbing a handful of gold coins and tossing them into the air. "Wow—!"

Scalle adjusted his glasses, taking a deep breath. "How much is this worth...?"

Deus patted Mikhail on the shoulder: "We've struck it rich. We can go back and fix the ship."

Baby-5 stood at the doorway, gazing at the treasure with a complex expression. She had lived here for over a decade, working for this family as an assassin, a maid, and doing anything needed.

But the woman standing here now no longer belongs here.

Nock walked past her and tossed her a cloth bag. "Put it in."

Baby-5 paused for a moment, "Do you need me?"

"Yes, I need you."

Baby-5 let out an excited moan and rushed forward to begin plundering her upstream supplier's wealth.

Just as the group was getting into the swing of things, Diuss's voice suddenly came from outside.

"Ace, Noc, come out and take a look."

"What's up?"

Ace was eating some roasted meat he'd somehow found, while packing his goods. Hearing this, he swallowed the meat in one gulp and walked out, puzzled.

Nok followed and they came to the palace gates, where they stopped.

The square in front of the palace was packed with people.

They are residents of Dressrosa.

Those residents who had just been watching them with fearful eyes from behind the windows were now all standing in the square, in the sunlight. The old, the children, the men, the women, and even those who had just transformed back into human form from toys, all stood there, their eyes fixed on the Spade group.

Deus frowned. "Hey, wasn't Sugar's power deactivated?"

He still thought the other party had ill intentions.

Nock also narrowed his eyes.

He doesn't like killing, but if these unruly people seek their own death, he won't hold back!

At this moment, the crowd parted to make way.

An elderly man with gray hair walked out of the crowd, dressed in simple old clothes, but his steps were still quite steady.

Riku Dold III.

The former king of Dressrosa, a man who was framed and hunted down by Doflamingo, and hid like a rat for six years.

His eyes were red as he looked at Nok and the Spade Pirates who had just come out of the palace, and suddenly bowed deeply.

"Thank you, thank you, for saving my country."

Behind them, the crowd bowed in unison.

"Um?"

"What... what's going on?" Yamato scratched his head, looking completely bewildered.

They didn't come to cause trouble; they came to express their gratitude.

King Riku straightened up, walked forward, and stopped in front of Nocturne. He looked up at the young man, who was much taller than him, tears glistening in his cloudy eyes. "On the day Doflamingo usurped the throne, he forced me to slaughter my own people in the plaza. I couldn't do it, so he had his men do it and then framed me for it. For the past six years, I've been hiding like a rat, thinking I'd never have a chance to clear my name."

He paused, his voice choked with emotion.

"It is you who have returned the truth to Dressrosa. It is you who have returned my people to me."

After he finished speaking, he bowed again.

Ace tried to stop him, but Noc accepted it calmly.

He conveniently liberated Dressrosa, wasn't it all for the sake of prestige and vanity?

"People of Dressrosa! These young men, these pirates, are our benefactors! They are the benefactors of Dressrosa!"

A deafening cheer erupted in the square.

"My benefactor! My benefactor! My benefactor!"

Ace walked up from behind the crowd, watched this scene, and his lips curled up in a wide smile.

"What should we do? They want to thank us."

"Of course, we'll throw a banquet!"

He leaped up the steps of the palace gates, raised his hands high, and cried, "My lords! Folks of Dressrosa! Today—let the feast begin!"

The cheers were deafening.

The crowd surged forward, surrounding the Spade crew.

Some people brought in barrels of wine, some brought in food, some started playing the guitar, and some started dancing.

The toy, which had finally returned to human form, and the family members who had just been reunited, all the joy that had been suppressed for six years burst forth at this moment!

Nok was pushed aside by the crowd and leaned against the wall, watching the commotion. Yamato was being pulled into a dance by several middle-aged women in the middle of the crowd, his movements clumsy and disorganized, and he almost hit someone with his spiked club.

Ace was dragged around drinking by King Riku, one cup after another, his face already red. Suddenly, he fell asleep with a thud, but woke up again soon after and continued drinking. Baby-5 was surrounded by a group of middle-aged women asking him all sorts of questions, his face turning bright red.

Nock took a sip of his drink, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This kind of life is indeed pleasant.

The wine was good, the meat was good, the music was good, and the people were... good too.

His gaze fell on several women who were dancing.

They wore brightly colored long dresses, the hems swirling in the firelight, revealing their shapely calves, and their smiles were radiant.

One of them noticed Nok's gaze, winked at him, and gave a meaningful smile. Nok raised an eyebrow and raised his glass in acknowledgment.

The woman smiled, turned around, her skirt billowing in an arc, and disappeared into the crowd.

Nock took a sip of his drink, straightened up from the wall, and walked towards the crowd.

He found the two women without much effort, or rather, they found him without much effort.

One had brown hair, the other had black hair; both were the kind of people you couldn't help but look at twice at first glance.

The brown-haired woman was tall with delicate collarbones and a small mole at the corner of her mouth when she smiled; the black-haired woman was petite with large, bright eyes and a slender waist.

"You must be the hero who saved Dressrosa?" The brown-haired woman tilted her head and looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

Nock raised his glass and swirled it. "Yes, it's me."

The dark-haired woman covered her mouth and chuckled softly, "We just love heroes."

"But according to Dressrosa tradition, heroes are made to drink," the brown-haired woman said with a smile, bringing over a glass from the side. "Here, hero, a toast to you."

Nock reached out to take it, but the brown-haired woman deftly withdrew her wrist, the glass sliding between her fingers. With a sly smile, she brought the rim of the glass to her lips, tilted her head back, and took a sip.

The amber-colored wine swirled between her lips, a tiny bit overflowing and sliding down her chin, along her delicate jawline, gathering into a small pool of light in the hollow of her collarbone.

She put down her wine glass, stretched out her finger, and gently wiped away the trace of wine from her lips.

Then take a step forward.