Simultaneous Transmigration: Why is it all One Piece world?

Nock stopped and looked at him.

Baru extended his right hand, fingers spread wide. His hands were large and heavy, with the bony protrusions characteristic of the sawfish visible between his knuckles. He drew an iron rod from his waist, as thick as an arm, wrapped with rusted iron chains, its shaft covered with dents and scratches.

This stick has shattered countless bones on this street!

"You little bastard," Pazu slung the iron rod over his shoulder, "do you know where you were when I was working for Jinbe?"

Nock did not speak.

"Back then, Fishman Street was still Jinbe's territory, and I was one of the best fighters under him." Pazu grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. "Then he joined the army and left, handing this street over to me. It's been three years."

He took the iron rod off his shoulder, twirled it in his hand, and created a whooshing sound as water swirled around him.

"It's been three years, and no one has dared to speak to me like that!"

Nok finally spoke: "That's because Jinbe left."

Balu's eyes sharpened.

"What did you say?"

"When Jinbe was around, you were just one of his henchmen," Nok said calmly. "You only became the boss after he left. You were just picked up off the street."

Balu's face turned completely black.

"You little bastard—you're asking for it!"

The two-meter-tall body left a trail of afterimages as the iron rod swept across with tremendous force, the airflow it generated cutting through the surrounding mud and sand like a knife.

This blow is enough to shatter rocks!

Nock did not back down.

He stepped back and raised his arm, heading straight for the iron rod.

Iron—a piece!

clang--!

The dull thud of metal clashing exploded on the seabed, stirring the air.

Balu's eyes widened.

His iron rod was actually blocked by Nock's arm.

"This...how is this possible?!"

Nock had only a faint white mark on his arm.

"Impossible!" Balu roared, raising the iron rod again and smashing it down wildly.

One stick, two sticks, three sticks.

clang!clang!clang!

Each blow landed on Nock's arm, shoulder, and back. The surrounding thugs stared in disbelief—that iron bar had shattered countless bones!

But Nock remained completely still.

He just stood there, letting Balu hit him seven or eight times, his eyes as calm as if he were watching a fish thrashing about.

"Have you had enough?" he asked.

Balu was panting heavily, his hand gripping the iron rod trembling slightly, not from exhaustion, but from fear.

This guy probably doesn't have any turtle bloodline, right?

What kind of monster is he?

Nock took a step forward.

Balu instinctively took a step back.

"You just said that no one has dared to talk to you like that for twelve years," Knok said. "But today someone has."

He moved.

Another straight punch, a full-force straight punch!

Balu raised the iron bar to block—

boom!

The iron rod flew out of his hand, spun three times in the air, and then embedded itself in the mud and sand more than ten meters away.

Balu's hands trembled, and the base of his thumb cracked.

Before he could react, Nock's second punch was already upon him.

The punch landed on his abdomen.

Balu's over two-meter-tall body instantly arched like a shrimp, his eyes bulging out, a mouthful of blood mist spitting from his mouth, his body lifting off the ground and flying backward—

boom!

They smashed a pile of wooden crates.

boom!

They crashed through the hull of another sunken ship.

Finally, he crashed onto a coral reef, shattering the entire reef and burying him in the rubble.

The entire room fell silent.

It was even more deathly silent than when the octopus was knocked away.

The thugs stared wide-eyed and opened their mouths, but no sound came out.

That Pazu, the Pazu who reigned supreme on this street for three years, the Pazu who used to hang out with Jinbe.

He was sent flying by two punches from a fifteen-year-old bastard!

"Now, I'm the boss. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

Nock looked around.

Wherever his gaze fell, all the thugs lowered their heads. Some quietly retreated, while others trembled and dared not even raise their heads.

No one dared to speak.

No one dared to object.

Nock withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the pile of broken coral reefs.

Balu was still buried in the rubble, struggling to get up. At this moment, a section of his sawfish snout had broken off, several of its teeth had fallen out, and his body and face were covered in blood. His once fierce eyes were now filled with only confusion and fear.

Nock knelt down in front of him.

"Baru".

Balu shuddered and instinctively tried to shrink back, but he got stuck on the rubble and couldn't move.

"I'm asking you," Nock looked at him, "are you convinced?"

Balu opened his mouth, but only managed to let out a hoarse whimper.

He looked up at the boy in front of him—just an orphan from the lowest rung of Fishman Street, a little bastard he wouldn't have even glanced at before today. But now, this person was standing in front of him, looking down at him, and would be beaten to death if he disagreed.

I remember those two punches from earlier.

Balu closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

"I... give up."

Upon hearing this, the thugs exchanged glances, then shouted tremblingly, "Boss, Nock is the new boss!"

Nock nodded in satisfaction.

Fishman Street.

From today onwards, it belongs to him.

......

night.

Nok had a rare full meal, and on the relatively clean bed, his consciousness sank into the space of his rectum.

"Yo."

The sound came from the left.

Nock turned his head.

Naval Nok was standing there, studying the secrets of the Six Styles.

Fishman Nok smiled, stepped forward and lightly bumped fists with him. Their memories began to be shared, and at the same time, the experience gained from the two battles they had experienced today was also mastered by the two of them.

"You rescued Zephyr's wife and daughter? Well done!"

Fishman Nok praised him, while Navy Nok smiled and said, "It's quite good, but I feel that Admiral Zephyr's wife, Aunt Saori, is a little too gentle with me."

"Haha, isn't that great?"

As the two chatted, the fishman Nok learned from their shared memories that the pirates who launched the attack were not simple. There was an even more deadly mastermind behind them, who had even held back the marines who came to their aid when Nok and his crew were attacked.

Fortunately, the crisis has finally passed.

Moreover, headquarters has issued a transfer order, promoting Knock to Navy Headquarters Captain and having him participate in the training program planned by headquarters. Overall, it's a blessing in disguise.

A moment later, another figure appeared from the fog.

Swordsman Nok sat down cross-legged, still covered in the dust of Wano Country.

"Yo," the fishman Nok grinned, "did you just finish killing someone?"

Swordsman Nok smiled.

"Today we robbed two loan sharks and released money to three groups of debtors. And while we were at it...we tested your abilities."

He raised his hand, his five fingers slowly closing.

"It works well," he said.

Navy Nock laughed: "More useful than your twenty-four years of swordsmanship?"

Swordsman Nok thought for a moment: "It's different. A strong physique and swordsmanship complement each other. With your ability boosts, I can use some sword techniques more confidently and boldly. The strengthening of my wrist strength can also make the sword techniques more powerful."

"Haha, all in all, they're all very useful."