Chapter 1: Well shit.... I'm dead.
My name is Col D. Shock. Stupid, I know but my parents were big fans of One Piece before I was born. But most people just call me Cole. Don't let my name fool you. I'm not a cold person. Most people I met often make that joke when we first meet, trust me, I've heard it all. Not the point, I'll just get to that. The point is, I am now in a world of fantasy, as a slave. See, a couple months ago I was driving back to my apartment after dropping off my drunk friends, when I became Truck-kun's next victim after it ran a red light, crushing both me and my 1969 Mustang Mach 1. Damn I loved that car.
When I came to, I was standing in front of a black and white door. Strangely, the black door depicted angels and the white door had demons carved on it. When the door opened no light came out, just an endless hallway, covered in doors. Curious, I walked into the hallway, and the door slammed shut behind me. After, a voice spoke up, from… somewhere.
"Welcome Soul, to the Hall of Worlds. You have been chosen for reincarnation, with a system of your choosing. Of course, you are not allowed to set your course of fate, that is up to me."
"Alright, but what do I call you?" As per my typical fashion, I collected myself instead of being your typical 'WTF is going on' protag.
"I am The Guide, but I was called Gus by a young girl some 400 years ago." Gus said.
"Right. Gus The Guide. Has a ring to it." I replied as I walked down the hallway, reading the signs. Strongest system, Vampire system, Custom Made Demon King, Super Card system, GOD system, Technology system, Dual Gun system, ETC. Several systems from novels I have read over the years and some I never heard of lined the seemingly endless hallway. "Can I make my own system?"
"You can. Congrats, by the way. Out of 3.4 billion chosen resurrected over the past 1.9 trillion years, you are the third to choose to make your own. Most assume you can only choose what you see here."
A screen popped up in front of me, with the words, Custom system.
My name was the only thing filled into several hundred blanks on the screen.
"Do you want to use a current system as a base, or make your own from scratch?" Gus asked.
"I'll use the strongest system as a base, but add a shop, skill tree for general stuff like cooking, a workshop sub dimension where I can work on vehicles and the like. I also want a time dilation chamber."
As I spoke, what I requested started popping up on the screen.
"That is fine, however, The system must be balanced, so a level system will be incorporated, and a few restrictions on the shop, workshop and chamber will be added. Additional skills you can't learn can be bought with skill points, for example, if you are human, and want kryptonian powers, you must spend skill points to unlock those abilities."
"That's fine. I don't want everything handed to me on a golden platter." I said as the system updated.
"Anything else?" Gus asked. I thought for a while, but just drew blanks.
"Nah, I think that's it." I said as I closed the system screen. "Can I start with some basic fighting skills in boxing and navigation?"
"Odd request, but doable. Don't want to send you into danger unprepared." The hallway shifted, and the signs changed. Instead of the wooden doors that lead to the systems, gold, silver, or bronze doors now lined the hallway. Names of various anime, comics, tv shows, books, and movies rested on the doors.
"Let's skip the choices, I want to go to One Piece." I said, not waiting for Gus to speak.
"..." Gus was silent for a moment. "Very well."
The hallway vanished and I found myself standing in front of a platinum door, with the words ONE PIECE engraved in gold. Grabbing the handle, I opened the door, and a bright light engulfed me.
[ Mary Geoise ]
With a yawn, I opened my eyes and a ding sounded in my mind. I was in a cage with other people. I didn't panic. I raged. I mean, seriously, what the fuck. Not even a full minute and I'm in a shitty position. Another ding sounded and a text box appeared in my face.
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Name: Col D. Shock
Age: 15
Race: human-giant imbalanced mix
(can be refined)
Status
Level 1
Str: 50
Con: 50
Dex: 30
Int: 19
Wis: 15
Cha: 5
Occupation: slave (Master: Saint Quintit)
Health 500
Stamina 300
EXP 0/100
Items: Poor quality clothes(Equipped), slave collar(Equipped)
24 years before the Great Age of Pirates (G.A.P.)
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"Good morning host, I am A.I. guide 3-1A." A monotone female voice spoke in my mind.
"Good morning 3-1A…. I'm going to call you Nyx." I spoke, looking at my status. "On that note, can you please speak with emotion in your voice?"
"Affirmative, You seem to be upset, may I ask why?" Nyx asked.
"Because I'm a fuckin slave damn it." I responded while I looked for the store to see if there was anything to help me get free.
"That is understandable. If you are looking for the store, and other system functions, specific level requirements or tasks need to be met first." Nyx responds as another box appears before my eyes
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Shop: Level 10
Skill Tree: Level 2
The Workshop: Freedom/ Level 50
Time Chamber: Freedom/ Level 75
The Dock: Freedom/ Carpenter Skill Rank 50/ Level 100
The Garage: Freedom/ Mechanic Skill Rank 50/ Level 100
The Hangar: Freedom/ Engineer Skill Rank 50/ Level 100
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"Damn. Knew it wouldn't be that easy." I muttered. "I don't suppose I have the ability to unequip the slave collar do I?"
"You do, however it is not recommended, a change like that will be noticeable and you will most likely be beaten for it." Nyx stated.
"No shit." I responded. I silently began to observe the rest of the slaves. I began to notice the black and blue bruises, cuts, and several other signs of injury on the slaves in the cell across from the one I was residing in. I guess we must have been the new batch, because none of the 50 slaves of all ages had a single injury on them. Malnutrition was commonly shared among the other slaves. I noticed there were two other cages, one was empty, and the other was full of young girls dressed only in a thin cloth over their crotch.
"The only thing left for the set up is to scan your memories and distribute skills you learned in your last life. If you want to, that is, it is completely optional, but this is the only time you can." Nyx stated. I thought about it for a few moments. I spent a lot of time at trade schools, had a couple of jobs where I learned different kinds of skills, and my hobbies definitely had some added bonuses.
"Yeah go ahead. How long will it take?" I asked Nyx, who responded saying it would take roughly 3 days to go through my entire life, knowledge, and any talents I had. Following that, a progress bar with a countdown timer appeared in the top left of my vision.
With a loud bang, a large metal door opened, and scared the other slaves awake. Several guards dragging slaves walked through. There were only about 20 slaves, covered in fresh wounds, bleeding out on the ground. As they were dragged on the cold stone floor.
"His Majesty says to prepare the next group for tomorrow, he is going to have the Donquixote family over and wants to put on a show." Guard A said.
"Already? Usually he waits a few weeks before he puts on a show. What changed?" Guard B asked.
"Celebrating something I guess. I don't really know. I stopped asking when Joe was shot for asking too many questions." Guard A responded.
"Joe?" Guard C asked. "Must have been before my time."
"It was two weeks ago, idiot." Guard A responded.
The guards put the beaten slaves in the empty cage, locked it, and left.
"Nyx, please tell me I'm not about to be raped." I asked.
"Negative Host, Saint Quintit likes to watch his slaves fight to the death in mass quantities, much like a gladiator fight. If you survive, it will be a wonderful source of experience."
"Right, show me my skills."
With a ding, a very small box appeared in my eyes
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Boxing: Level 15 (0/15,000)
Basic Navigation Level 20 (0/2,000,000)
Stubborn Will: Level 1(50/100 EXP)
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"Stubborn will? What's that?" I asked.
"Your previous host was a stubborn brat, who never listened to anyone, resulting in his parents selling him into slavery, later bought for 200,000 Beri. This skill has the ability to overcome mental manipulation at higher levels, but is useless now. It can be cultivated while you are asleep." Nyx responded.
"So it's useless right now."
"Not entirely, it will combat things like mind control and brainwashing for a certain amount of time, but it won't last forever at this level. if you manage to get the skill to evolve, then it will negate those effects entirely for yourself and depending, other people as well." Nyx stated. This ability will most definitely come in handy.
"Start cultivation. I'm going to sleep."
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I fell asleep on the cold ground, a thousand thoughts circling my mind. I needed to leave, but an escaped slave will only be hunted down. While I am sure that there are items in the shop that will remove that brand on my back, I need a place to lay low, where I can stay and raise my power away from the eyes of the world government. An island in the calm belt is the perfect place, since the Navy won't have the abilities to travel the calm belts for at least the next twenty or so years. It was never stated when Vegapunk discovered the additional benefits of coating seastone on the bottom of ships to prevent Seakings, but it was some time after Vinsmoke Judge and Vegapunk experimented with the Lineage Factor, and the World Government got involved. So many plans, and plenty of time to iron them out. When the God's island incident happens, that's when I will make my escape. The only question is how.
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