AN: if u are wondering what the timeline that god valley takes place, I'm using [the Library of Ohara wiki] and [the ONE PIECE fandom wiki]but mostly the [library of Ohara wiki], hope you guys enjoy this chapter
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[Third person POV]
SEA CALANDER-1486(38 years ago)
*Rattle*
*Rattle*
The rattling of keys echoed down the cold, wet halls. Multiple guards stopped in front of Yami's cell, their faces changed with disdain and nervousness, fear on their faces.
"Stand up, rat," one of them yelled, his voice loud but shaky. "It's time for the tournament."
Yami who was sitting down with his arms resting on his knees going forward with his head looked up, and opened his crimson eyes, their vibrant, blood-like hue glowing faintly in the dim light. Slowly, he rose to his feet, his towering frame almost brushing the low ceiling of the cell. His once baby-faced appearance was long gone, replaced by the hardened, and handsome features of a young man who had been through hell. His muscular body was marked with scars, if one were to see them they would wince at the sight.
The guards took a step back, their confidence faltering under his intimidating presence. One of them cleared his throat and forced a smirk. "Don't get any ideas. You may look strong, but you're still nothing but a lowly slave."
Yami said nothing. He simply allowed them to bind his wrists with thick iron shackles, the cold metal biting into his scarred skin.
As the guards escorted him out of the cell, Yami glanced down the other cell next to him and saw another familiar face—Stone. The older slave's face was as cold as ever, but his eyes held a quiet of vitality. He, too, was bound and being led out of his cell.
"They're taking you to God Valley too, huh?" Yami asked, his voice low and steady.
Stone gave a small nod. "Looks like it. Guess we'll see what kind of hell they've got waiting for us there."
Yami didn't reply. He focused on keeping his breathing steady as they were led through the corridors of the slave quarters and out into the harsh sunlight. The sight before him made his heart stop.
A massive, extravagant ship stood at the docks, its silky white sails adorned with the symbol of the Celestial Dragons. The ship was created to show the wealth and power of the Celestial dragon they have at their disposal, and the slaves who were being herded aboard like cattle.
"Move it!" one of the guards barked, shoving Yami forward.
The slaves were marched onto the ship and forced below deck. The lower level was dark and cramped, reeking of saltwater and feces. Wooden beams groaned with every step, and the only light came from the occasional lantern swinging overhead.
Yami and Stone were pushed into a corner with the other slaves. The door slammed shut behind them, and the sound of a heavy lock clicking into place filled the air.
Yami leaned against the wall, his broad shoulders barely fitting in the tight space. He glanced around at the other slaves, their faces hollow and broken.
"This is it," Stone muttered, sitting down across from him. "God Valley. The tournament. They're throwing us into the lion's den."
"Do you think this is our chance?" Yami asked quietly.
Stone raised an eyebrow. "Chance for what?"
"To escape," Yami replied. "If we make it to God Valley, there might be a moment—a distraction, an opportunity. Something."
Stone sighed. "Kid, I admire your spirit but don't get your hopes up too high. These bastards don't leave loose ends and even if you did escape the navy, the admirals, or the world government won't stop looking for you."
Yami didn't respond. Instead, he closed his eyes, letting the sway of the ship lull him into a shallow, restless sleep. He needed his strength for rocks when he came to mess up the tournament.
And speaking of strength. . . .
If he was going to make a move in God Valley, he needed to be stronger. Much stronger.
'System,' Yami said in his mind, summoning the familiar glowing panel. The translucent display appeared in front of him, detailing his stats and quirks.
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[System Panel]
QP (Quirk Points): 15,000
Inventory: 6/∞
Quirks:
• Common: 3
• Uncommon: 1
• Rare: 0
• Epic: 2
• Legendary: 0
• Mythical: 0
Active Quirks:
1. (EPIC) Explosion
2. (EPIC) Spidey Senses
3. (Uncommon) Minor Regeneration
4. (Common) Pain Resistance
5. (Common) Improved Digestion
6. (Common) Minor Endurance Boost
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Yami stared at the display for a moment, his finger hovering over the "Spin" button. He had been saving his QP for years, not using his points to build up his chances of strength and survivability. Now, with the tournament and Rocks D. Xebec's inevitable arrival, it was time to take another gamble.
"Alright," he muttered. "Let's see what can I get in my first spin."
He tapped the button, and the wheel appeared before him. The colors spun in a blur—white, green, blue, purple, gold, and red—flickering as the pointer zipped around. His heart pounded in his chest as the wheel began to slow.
Tick.
Tick
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Tick
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Tick.
The pointer passed purple and finally stopped on the green.
[Congratulations! You have obtained a new quirk: Enhanced Reflexes (Uncommon).]
Yami furrowed his brow and opened the description of his new quirk.
[Enhanced Reflexes: Improves reaction time and agility, allowing the user to respond more quickly to physical threats.]
It wasn't flashy, but it was useful. Combined with his Spidey Senses, this could give him an even greater edge in close combat.
"Not bad," Yami murmured, closing the panel. However, just as he did, another notification appeared.
[Notice: Spin cost has increased to 150 QP.]
"Of course," Yami muttered bitterly, shaking his head. The system raised the price after the spin.
He leaned back against the wall, letting out a deep sigh. His body still ached from the years of abuse and the celestial dragon brand seared onto his back. But despite the mental pain he feels, he feels hope. Hope of Every new quirk, hope of every ounce of strength he gained, hope brought him closer to survival—closer to freedom.
'Enhanced reflexes, huh?'Yami thought. 'Guess it's time to see how far I can push it.'
For now, he closed the system panel and focused on resting. The tournament was coming, rocks and his crew were coming and he was dammed to let this chance to escape slide from his grasp.
To be continued. . . . .