One Piece: Ascending the Divine Path

The massive naval warships sailed through the waves, returning to naval headquarters.

On the deck, the new recruits were playing around in small groups.

The final assessment was successfully completed, and even the unexpected and powerful enemy had been defeated. Even the strict Zephyr was unwilling to be harsh on the new recruits who had survived the ordeal.

Apart from the necessary personnel to operate the warship, the new recruits can have a good rest today.

of course there are exceptions.

Knight sat blankly on the ship's railing, his eyelids still drooping, but his eyes were lifeless, like a machine.

He was doing bicep curls with a barbell in his right hand; the barbell had plates on both sides that made it look like two small mountains.

"How heavy must it be?"

Nearby, a marine watching Knight's forging marveled, "The hull is about to crack under the weight!"

Beneath Knight's bottom, the hard wooden gunwale was indeed making a strange sound, which was enough to show how heavy the barbell was.

In fact, Knight's arm muscles were trembling and he was sweating profusely, seemingly close to his limit.

But Knight's right hand continued to rise and fall mechanically, without the slightest hesitation.

"I told you, don't compare yourself to Knight, that guy's a monster, but..."

Binz squinted and squatted down in front of Knight, talking while waving his right hand in front of Knight's eyes.

Knight didn't react at all, not even blinking.

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"No matter how many times I watch it, it still feels very strange."

Binz couldn't help but raise his voice, "Is he really not sleeping?"

"hey-hey,"

A marine winked and chuckled in a low voice, "Still don't believe me, Binz? Why don't you try punching Knight again?"

Binz shuddered instantly, his face turning pale. "Let's forget about it then. If Knight punches me again right now, I'll be in the hospital for at least two weeks."

When Knight is fully immersed in training, he enters this strange state, almost oblivious to the outside world, training like a machine until he is completely exhausted.

Everyone found this strange at the time. Binz volunteered to try to "wake up" Knight, and then got punched and had several of his front teeth knocked out.

Binz had no desire to experience how heavy Knight's punches were now.

Not far away, Ain, who had just finished a round of training and was panting a little, looked at Knight, who was still working tirelessly despite being drenched in sweat, and the girl gritted her teeth inwardly.

Is this guy really not a robot? His body is clearly nearing its limit, but his movements don't change at all!

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In the vast, empty world, Knight floated leisurely in the air, watching with interest the excited Weevil running around and the dejected Bagingom sitting on the ground with a look of despair.

Binz was right; Knight was indeed "sleeping" while he was training.

Knight transmigrated to this pirate world a year ago.

His time travel was quite unique.

It's not about wearing a body, but it doesn't seem to be a soul transfer in the conventional sense either.

Before he time-traveled, he was playing a One Piece game.

He randomly generated a top-tier new character, who came with a powerful Devil Fruit, maximum potential for all three types of Haki, and an initial follower from a special race.

Then, the moment Knight excitedly pressed the start button, he arrived in this world.

He became his game character.

Although the game system didn't come along, Knight did indeed gain all the abilities of that game character.

Despite not being of a special race, he possessed a physique far exceeding that of ordinary people, astonishing potential for top-tier three-color Haki, and an initial follower who was absolutely loyal to him.

And, the Dream Fruit.

Controlling one's own physical training in a dream to avoid the pain of training is just the most trivial use; infiltrating other people's dreams or putting them to sleep is also easy.

The true essence of this ability is that it gave Knight a dream world.

This world has no fixed shape or boundaries, because it is Knight's dream, a true spiritual world, where everything is according to Knight's will.

As long as it's within his sphere of knowledge, Knight can do anything he wants in this world.

However, this is still not the key point.

The key is that reality and dreams intertwine in Knight's life, blurring the boundaries between mind and matter.

Knight can forcibly drag others into the dream world, and can also let the dream world encroach on reality.

Forcing someone into a dream is easy to understand; it means exactly what it says. As long as the other person's domineering aura or willpower is not strong enough, they cannot resist Knight's ability to enter their dream. Once they enter Knight's dream world, even Im can only be at Knight's mercy.

The dream world erodes reality; simply put, Knight can project things from the dream world into the real world.

Mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, trees, forests, thunder, and flames—Knight can project any concrete thing into the real world at will.

His so-called Illusion-Illusion Fruit is a disguise based on this ability—creating corresponding illusions and sounds in the dream world and then projecting them into the real world.

The sudden, unexpected blow that struck Baggins earlier was a projected entity, only now it was invisible to him.

However, just like the power possessed by the God Knight Kirin Gom, the things that Knight projects are ultimately not real.

They are just a series of dreams brought to life.

Flames are not hot, ice is not cold, and seawater cannot restrain those with superpowers.

However, this defect is not insurmountable.

Ultimately, the reason why projections appear unreal is because the connection between dreams and reality is not close enough.

So if having Knight as the hub alone isn't enough, then we'll add more!

Knight granted Baggins and Weevil a kind of two-way dream access to their light orbs.

Knight opened his dreams to them, and they opened their dreams to Knight in return.

Because the mother and son were outsiders, and Knight couldn't comprehend what a soul truly was—it was beyond his comprehension—he couldn't directly distort their will. He had to make them accept it themselves; he couldn't force a connection.

Once they accept this permission, their dreams are actually connected to Knight's dream world, or rather, become part of Knight's dream world.

Based on this, the two can enter the dream world at any time.

Of course, because it is a two-way open connection, Knight can pull them into the dream at any time, and even use this connection to project his consciousness directly into their bodies to control them.

From then on, Bagingom and Weebull became the hub.

This mother and child are certainly not enough, so what needs to be done is quite simple.

By bringing more people into the dream world and making them hubs as well, the dream world and the real world will become increasingly interconnected, and Knight's power in the real world will gradually increase.

True creation from nothingness will be realized, and it may even extend beyond simply projecting concrete things; it is not impossible for the rules of dreams to come into being.

Perhaps one day, the dream world will truly overlap with the real world, and at that time, Knight will be the true god of the present world.

Since we need to recruit people, we should start with some capable people. Knight thinks Impel Down is a good option, as everyone there is talented.

But as an excellent naval officer, Knight certainly couldn't do bad things himself, so Weevil and his mother were crucial.

Hmm, let's give them some perks first.

Knight snapped his fingers lightly.

God gave a command to the world.

And so, the world responded respectfully.

Bakingom, who had been sitting there blankly, gradually opened his eyes wide.

The world changed in the blink of an eye.

She appeared in a magnificent palace, seemingly made of pure gold, and sat on a high golden throne, adorned with various jewels and ornaments.

Beneath the throne stood two rows of impeccably dressed servants, while outside the palace gates lay mountains of gold and silver jewels.

The greedy Baggin Ghom subconsciously swallowed.

"Wow! So much treasure! We're rich!!"

The silly son excitedly hugged a gleaming golden pillar, then turned back to look at his elderly mother with great joy. He paused for a moment, then exclaimed, "Mom! You look so young!"

Upon hearing Weevil's words, Bagingom instinctively lowered his head.

Her hands, which had been covered in wrinkles with the passage of time, became smooth and delicate again, her legs regained their youthful whiteness and slenderness, and even her breasts became full again.

Have I really regained my youth?

No, it's all a lie!

This is a mental space; it has no meaning whatsoever!

"Weebull—"

She wanted to say something.

"Weebull, Stussy, what are you two dawdling about?"

A man walked out naturally from a door on one side of the palace.

His hair was as long as gilded gold, his beard was as long as a crescent moon, his chest was as broad as the ocean, and his body was so tall that it seemed he could support the sky.

At this moment, a gentle and happy smile appeared on his face. "A delightful family gathering is about to begin!"

Baggins froze, "New...Newgate?"

"You—you are—"

Weevil's reaction to the newcomer was even more exaggerated; his eyes trembled, and snot sprayed from his nose. "Dad!!"

"Of course it's your dad! What's wrong, you silly son?"

The young man, Edward Newgate, known as Whitebeard, looked at his son's exaggerated reaction with some bewilderment.

"Dad! I've finally seen you!"

Weevil rushed over excitedly and hugged the white-bearded man tightly, tears streaming down his face.

"Silly son, Dad will always be by your side."

The white-bearded man smiled and patted his simple-minded son on the back, which made Weevil cry even harder.

Baginam just stared blankly at the scene.

Her motives for giving birth to Weevil were not entirely pure, but at this moment, looking at the scene she had longed for, she still felt inexplicably excited.

Even if she knew—

"Hey, Stusky, what are you standing there for?"

The white-bearded man was getting impatient. He sighed, then blushed slightly and turned his head to the side, opening an arm towards Baggins. "You want a hug too? I can't do anything with you."

"..."

This is fake!

It was just a fake creation made by that mysterious ability user to fool himself!

Barkingom told herself that.

But she had already stood up involuntarily.

His legs staggered forward uncontrollably.

Her pace quickened, and then she threw herself into the man's arms.

"Newgate!"

The woman, who was over sixty years old, was as delicate as a young girl.

"Stupid woman."

The white-bearded man wrapped his strong arms around the woman's slender waist, his tone filled with a hint of doting affection.

This Newgate is fake!

Barkingom told herself that.

However, it looks like Newgate, sounds like Newgate, has a Newgate personality, smells like Newgate, and even feels like Newgate muscles.

Baginam looked up and was met with a pair of deep, affectionate eyes.

It seems Newgate viewed Shakky in the same way back then.

She really couldn't tell them apart!

Since we can no longer distinguish between them, and since we can no longer resist...

that--

"Weebull,"

Baginam licked her scarlet lips. "Go out and play by yourself for a while."

"Huh? Mom?"

"Mom and Dad, there are some things you need to talk about!"