One Piece: Starting from Awakening the Cosmo at Marineford

Just as the flames reignited, Li Lun regained consciousness.

He heard the system's voice in his mind.

"Host has transmigrated to the world of One Piece and awakened their inner cosmos."

"The host has been reborn from the ashes and obtained the Phoenix Cloth."

Li Lun thought excitedly, "I'm a Saint Seiya now! And I'm wearing the Phoenix Cloth, which is even cooler and more awesome than the Gold Cloths! In this 'damn' One Piece world, I don't have to be afraid of dying anymore!"

This is the setup a time traveler should have. But why did they wait until I was dead to come?

"System delay."

System latency, commonly known as "lag" or "kale", is also called 460.

While playing a game, I suddenly got a 460ms ping. By the time the network was back up, my game character was already lying on the ground, counting down.

Li Lun deeply understands this kind of pain and helplessness.

"All right."

Li Lun thought to himself: This must be some kind of makeshift system developed by some amateur team, right?

Well, for the sake of the Phoenix Cloth, the delay can be forgiven.

Li Lun is very satisfied with his current physical condition.

The phoenix flames had burned his original body to ashes, leaving behind a completely different new form.

With the awakening of his inner universe, he felt that every cell in his body was filled with explosive power.

Looking at the dozens of marines and pirates staring at him with wide eyes, Li Lun couldn't help but smile.

A pirate pointed a sword at Li Lun: "You're not Ace! Who are you? How did you eat the Flame-Flame Fruit?!"

The Flame-Flame Fruit? These pirates thought the flames from earlier were from the Flame-Flame Fruit.

Li Lun stroked his chin, recalling that Ace had recently died on the battlefield.

The marines, equally eager to know the answer, also looked at Li Lun.

Li Lun smiled and said, "I know what you're expecting. I'm sorry to disappoint you. My name is Neil Aaron, you can call me A... Aaron. I'm a second lieutenant from the 74th branch of the North Sea."

"It's very impolite of you to point a knife at me."

These twenty-odd pirates are perfect for testing your skills.

Even the lowest-ranking Bronze Saints possess extremely formidable physical strength.

After donning the Saint Cloth, his movement speed reached the speed of sound, and he could throw a hundred punches per second.

Aaron... Aaron's smile hadn't faded yet when his body moved, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

Before the pirates could react, they were all punched and sent flying at almost the same time.

The twenty-odd marines looked at each other in bewilderment. When they realized what was happening, they immediately raised their arms and shouted, "Aaron! Aaron!"

Aaron glanced at the pirates a few dozen meters away; they were motionless and, unsurprisingly, dead.

But more pirates were already closing in from a short distance.

Aaron looked toward the Navy Headquarters building, across a crack several tens of meters wide in the ground, and saw a two-story-tall figure holding an even longer naginata. This was Whitebeard.

Beneath his feet was a thick cloud of black smoke, as black as ink.

Standing opposite him was the Blackbeard Pirates, the least good-looking pirate crew in history.

Black smoke billowed from the black-bearded man's body as he laughed wildly and triumphantly.

Around them were countless marines watching.

The two groups of pirates fighting each other is something they're happy to see.

Aaron knew that the Marineford War was nearing its end.

What he couldn't be sure of was how much time he had left.

Looking at the twenty-odd marines around him, Aaron quickly made a decision.

"Hey, you guys run that way, don't let these pirates catch up with you."

"And what about you?"

"I have my own plans."

"We fight alongside you!"

"Aaron! We're the only ones left here. We can't let you fight alone!"

"Yes, if we stick together, there might still be a glimmer of hope!"

Aaron said, "Thank you, but really, it's not necessary. I can manage on my own."

Dozens of pirates are rapidly approaching, but fortunately, none of them are captains or captains.

Most of the pirates, like the Marines, were focused on the battle between the Whitebeard and the Blackbeard, and had no interest in the twenty-odd remaining soldiers on this side.

"Walk!"

Aaron stepped forward and stood in front of the twenty-odd marines.

The marines anxiously urged, "Aaron, be careful! You must come back alive!"

"Don't worry, I won't die."

Aaron walked towards the dozens of pirates, and the sound of running behind him put his mind at ease.

The pirates immediately split into two groups. More than ten pirates continued to run towards Aaron, while the remaining thirty-odd turned to the side, wanting to chase after the twenty-odd marines.

"Hellfire Fist!"

A pillar of fire shot out from Aaron's fist, rushing towards the thirty-odd pirates and blocking their path.

Aaron said coldly, "Your opponent is me."

"Then I'll grant your wish! Brothers, kill him!"

The pirates regrouped, some brandishing swords, others drawing guns and firing, and charged forward.

Aaron narrowed his eyes, watching the bullets approach rapidly, then dodged them one by one by sidestepping.

His current speed is already at the speed of sound, while the speed of a bullet is only slightly faster than the speed of sound.

To Aaron, it was like someone throwing a stone at him; he could easily dodge it.

As the pirates drew closer, Aaron could see the cracks on their faces from years of exposure to the elements, and the bits of vegetable stuck to their teeth.

"Phoenix Flames!"

A burst of scorching heat erupted from Aaron's body, rapidly spreading and covering an area of ​​over thirty meters, rushing towards the pirates.

"what!"

Screams rang out as more than a dozen pirates were engulfed in flames.

They frantically tried to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but the flames quickly burned away their clothes and skin, as if they had taken root in their flesh and were completely impossible to put out.

The pirates, still shaken by their narrow escape, looked at Aaron and began to hesitate.

"All of you step back, let me do it!"

A gruff voice rang out, and Fossa strode forward, a cigar dangling from his lips.

Fosa looked at Aaron and felt that he looked somewhat familiar, but he had killed countless people, and had already killed more than a hundred today, so how could he remember who was who?

Aaron grinned, raised his hands, and showed two middle fingers.

Fossa recognized him and said in a gruff voice, "Hmph, so it's you!"

Forsa has been sailing the seas for decades and has been given the middle finger countless times, but the number of times over the years can be counted on one hand.

And today, it happened twice, and it was the same person.

This infuriated him, and the cigar he was holding suddenly lit up.

"Kid, I'll teach you how to play with fire!"

Fosa flicked his sword, and flames instantly ignited on the blade. He then slashed horizontally at Aaron.

Aaron raised his left arm to block.

The blade struck the Phoenix Cloth with a crisp sound.

The flames on the blade did not fly toward Aaron due to inertia, as Forsa had expected.

The flames flew in the opposite direction, as if a wind was blowing from the other side.

Fossa said, "These flames seem afraid of you. Did you obtain Ace's Flame-Flame Fruit?"

Aaron smiled dismissively and said scornfully, "Flaming Fruit? Even dogs wouldn't eat that."