Today was a day that would surely go down in history—the day the Great Pirate Era began, and perhaps, the day the downfall of the World Government truly started. Today, one of the greatest pirates in history, the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, was to be executed.
Life had been hard for the civilians of Loguetown over the past few days, the ongoing chaos affecting everything. But as you might have expected, I didn't care much about it.
I had already used my ability created a hidden room covering the entire town. Since sunrise, everything had been unfolding under my watchful eyes, and I was about to make the most of it.
"Hmm? A red-haired kid, in his mid-teens... well, it seems I need to take some action," I muttered, teleporting instantly.
The boy was hiding in an empty alley, out of sight from the Marines. I appeared behind him, startling him as he jumped in shock, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword. But I was faster than him.
Injection—Blood Draw!
Figarland Shanks felt a sudden sting in his chest, right above his heart, as a small amount of his blood seeped out. His attacker was covered from head to toe, raising his vigilance even further. Without hesitation, he swung his sword, aiming to decapitate the mysterious figure—only for his blade to slice through empty air.
The assailant had vanished as if he had never been there. Shanks quickly scanned the area, confused by the attack and even more perplexed about its purpose.
Back in my home, I reappeared in my room, a syringe of light red blood in hand. The blood of one of the future Four Emperors of the Sea—the one argued to be the strongest. Well, this is certainly a great haul. Even if I fail to collect Roger's blood today, this alone is more than enough. Though it's debatable who among them is stronger, both have the potential to reach the peak of this world.
There are still a few hours before the execution. Should I copy Shanks' genes right now or wait for Roger's blood too? Ah, fuck it. Let's do it now. It'll hardly take an hour, and I'm already experienced enough. Better to do it sooner rather than risk any accidents later.
I created a Room, and began my analysis of the blood—its genetic makeup, everything about it. So far, I had confirmed that the people of this world had an extra pair of chromosomes, typically inactive. My research suggested that this additional chromosome defined one's Haki potential. When someone awakened their Haki, this chromosome activated, stimulating the body. However, the chromosome's size varied among individuals, directly correlating to their Haki potential. In short, talent was a real factor—while excessive training could improve Haki proficiency, true mastery required innate potential.
Even the reason I had been able to awaken haki with my earth body was because I had eaten a devil fruit which had caused some changes to my body.
But one thing was clear: this chromosome only influenced Armament and Observation Haki, not Conqueror's Haki. That was something else entirely—independent of physical limits, tied instead to the soul. So even if I copied Shanks' genes, I could only inherit his potential in Observation and Armament Haki, not his Conqueror's Haki—his strongest trait.
Not that it mattered. My own Conqueror's Haki had already reached near the pinnacle of the world. If I mastered Conqueror's Infusion, it would truly stand at the absolute top.
And so, I began the process of integrating Shanks' genes.
About half an hour later, I was done. My physique had undergone a drastic transformation—my potential was now enough to reach the peak. I ran a simple automated exercise routine and immediately noticed the difference. A single workout now yielded three times the improvement compared to before. This was the difference brought by talent.
And I hadn't even enhanced the genes yet. No need to rush. First, I would collect Roger's blood, then fuse it with Shanks', creating the best possible combination. Only then would I enhance everything at once—for the ultimate result. After that, I'd give the same enhanced genes to Robin and Anna. Then, off to the New World we go.
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A few hours later, the execution was upon us. Along with several people far stronger than me, he arrived—a man in chains. Even restrained, his aura sent chills down the spines of those capable of sensing it. Gol D. Roger.
The moment had come.
Soon, the Pirate King was positioned on the execution platform, a massive crowd gathering in the city square. Then, it happened—the question that would change the world.
A voice from the crowd called out, the man, the legend, who had single-handedly ignited a new era: Ask D. Question.
"Hey Pirate King! Tell us where the hell did you hide your treasure. You found it, didn't you? The One Piece!?"
And as if the world itself held its breath, the entire square fell silent. Roger simply laughed—a wild, unrestrained laugh. Perhaps this was all part of his plan.
"Execute!!! Quick" shouted a marine general
"You want my treasure? You can have it, I left it all in one place. Now you have to find it" Roger shouted
And then, the executioner's blades fell. Just like that, the Pirate King was dead. The entire town seemed to have erupted in cheers hearing his speech and his execution.
And that, was how it all began. It was strange—how a man powerful enough to shake the world had died by the hands of two ordinary executioners. But I had no time for reflection. The square had erupted into chaos, Marines attempting to round up as many pirates as possible. Meanwhile, Roger's body was being carried away by a few Commodores, locked inside a sealed room with guards stationed outside. The chamber was completely enclosed—no windows, thick iron doors.
A perfect security measure.
But for me—who could teleport—it was simply a gift, I could teleport inside and examine the body as much as I wanted.
I appeared inside the room, standing over the lifeless body of Gol D. Roger.
Injection—Blood Draw.
The sample was secured. But since there was no need to rush, I activated a Room, beginning a detailed analysis of his body. His structure was similar to mine now, but his digestion system was at an inhuman level.
Roger had been born with rare abilites like Life Return. His Observation Haki was also unique—the legendary Voice of All Things.
This ability was probably hereditary too since Oden and Momonosuke, the father and son had it as well. It was likely a recessive gene, rarely manifesting. But still a hereditary one.
Through a deep comparative study, I analyzed the exact differences between Roger's body and an ordinary body of this world—what made him more talented than the ordinary person.
Once I identified those traits, I could amplify them even further, taking my talent to an even greater height. After a deep study of about twenty minutes, I was done with my research.
I then teleported back home, and started comparing Shanks' and Roger's genes. Though they shared similar combat styles, they were fundamentally different—Shanks was a Celestial Dragon, Roger was of the D. Clan. Their lineages were like opposites, giving them contrasting ways of gaining strength.
It was like cooking—two different recipes could yield equally delicious results.
And so, I took everything.
Shanks' Future Sight talent?
Copied. Amplified.
Roger's Life Return?
Copied. Amplified.
Roger's Voice of All Things?
Copied. Amplified.
Any genetic defects?
-Celestial Dragon inbreeding effects?
-Roger's congenital disease?
Erased.
Then, the final overall enhancement.
And, another final enhancement, just because I can. And more is always better- unless it's work...
And with that, my new physique was complete.
From this moment on… in this world…
I am not in danger.
I am the danger.
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This marks the ending of volume 1.
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