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The first sensation Franco felt was weightlessness. He had no sense of direction, no sense of self. For a moment, it was as though he was floating in a void, suspended in a place where time had no meaning. A cold silence surrounded himâno sounds, no sightsâjust a pure, overwhelming emptiness.
Then, without warning, everything changed.
It began as a subtle shiftâa faint pressure, almost as if the very air around him was growing heavier. His body, which had been drifting aimlessly in the abyss, suddenly felt a strange jolt of awareness. He could feel himselfâhimselfâand the weight of his body as if it were his first breath after years of suffocation. The strange stillness gave way to an electric hum that seemed to vibrate through his entire being.
Franco's first instinct was to move, but it felt like his body was too massive for the space. Every tiny adjustment was magnified. He was confined to something bigger than himself, but with more power than he could comprehend.
Then, there was light. Bright, painful light that burned through his senses. His eyes opened wide, squinting against the sudden flood of brightness. Slowly, shapes began to form before himâtall, ethereal shapes that seemed to swirl around him. And then, as if his body had suddenly found its place in the world, he felt the earth beneath him.
Wait... earth?
Franco's body hit the ground with a thunderous crash, the impact shaking the very air around him. He could hear the sound of trees cracking and splintering from the force of his fall. Slowly, he blinked his eyes open, forcing his gaze to adjust to the world around him.
The first thing that struck him was size. His hands, impossibly huge, were splayed across the earth, gripping the ground. His fingers were like enormous tree trunks, thick and strong, each knuckle the size of a boulder. He raised one hand, gazing at it in disbelief. His body felt heavy, yet full of strength, as though each muscle had been carved from the very mountains themselves.
What in the world... am I?
It wasn't just his size. He had never been this tall before. The earth was now a distant landscape beneath his feet. His towering height, immense as it was, stretched toward the sky. The ground beneath him seemed to shake with every subtle movement. He could see over the tops of the trees, his vision stretching across an open landscape of green hills and distant mountains.
Franco's thoughts were still scattered, but a name bubbled up to the surface of his mind. One Piece. The world that he had read about, the world of pirates, Devil Fruits, and great battles. It was all coming back to him. He was no longer on Earth. He had been reincarnated into the world of One Piece.
He didn't fully understand how or why he was here, but it didn't matter. What mattered was that this was where he would forge his destiny.
A strange buzzing sensation spread through his body. At first, he thought it was just the remnants of the shock from the fall, but then he realized it was something moreâa crackling energy surging inside him. His mind whirred. He didn't need to look closely to know what it was. Lightning.
It was as if the very storm inside him was alive. A powerful current, a force unlike anything he had ever felt. He could feel it in his chest, spreading through his veins like wildfire. His fingers twitched, and a pulse of electricity snapped out from his hands, striking the ground nearby with a burst of light. It was sudden, loud, and disorienting, but also exhilarating. Franco couldn't help but grin.
He now understood what he was.
He had eaten the Goro Goro no Mi, the Thunder-Thunder Fruit. It was one of the most powerful Logia Devil Fruits, granting its user the ability to create, control, and transform into lightning. The power surged within him, crackling through his veins like a live wire.
"Goro Goro no Mi... I have the power of thunder," Franco muttered to himself, feeling the immense potential inside of him.
He flexed his fingers again, and another pulse of lightning shot out from his hand, this time arcing across the sky. His chest swelled with pride. He was not just any person in this world. He was a giant. A being of immense power, with the potential to bend the world to his will. He was going to become the strongest in the world. There was no doubt in his mind.
But as he stood up, he quickly realized that he needed to understand more. This world was strangeâhis world, the one he had read about in his past life, was vast, filled with islands, dangerous seas, and the greatest warriors to ever live. There were also Marines, pirates, and revolutionaries, all with their own goals and ambitions. Franco knew he couldn't just blindly stumble through it.
He needed to find his bearings, to understand the rules of this new life. And more importantly, he needed allies. To become the strongest, he would need companionsâstrong people who could help him along his journey.
Franco scanned the horizon. In the distance, he saw a small village nestled on the edge of a dense forest. It looked peaceful enough. Perhaps it was the place where he would begin.
He took a deep breath. His first step into this world had begun.
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