The Eastern Blue Sea!
A Small Island!
"Hahaha!"
"One Piece's treasure is mine alone—I am the king!"
A group of pirates was pillaging and slaughtering a small village in front of them. This pirate crew was known as the "Blood Wolves."
As the pirates continued their rampage, a medium-sized marine ship approached.
"Captain Smoker, we are nearing a village. What are your orders?"
Standing at the front of the warship was a tall, broad-shouldered young man with white hair. His eyes were locked onto the distance as if he could already see the island and what was happening there.
This young man, however, was not originally from the world of One Piece. He had been transported here after dying in his original world at the age of seventy. In his past life, he had been a military general, commanding soldiers and leading special units tasked with eliminating terrorist organizations that threatened global security.
His funeral had been grand, attended by thousands of citizens honoring his contributions to society. He had no regrets about his life, feeling fulfilled by the good he had done for humanity and its progress.
Smoker turned to the soldier with a calm face.
"I'll go ahead to the island. Try to capture anyone who escapes my net."
With that, he leaped off the ship, his feet turning into white smoke that propelled him through the air toward the island.
The soldiers watched their captain fly off, then hastened to reach the island as fast as possible.
As Smoker soared through the sky, his gaze swept over the chaos below—the looting, the killing… the raping.
His expression shifted from calm to fury.
Whenever he saw pirates like these, he could only feel utter disgust for the destruction and corruption they spread.
The moment his feet touched the ground, the pirates turned toward him, shocked to see someone descend from the sky.
Before one of them could even speak, a transparent white arc sliced through his torso, splitting him clean in half.
His body separated instantly, blood gushing forth. The scene was swift and eerily silent.
The remaining pirates froze, staring in horror at the gruesome sight. They hadn't even seen how it happened—it had taken less than a second.
Sweat dripped down their faces, and their leader frantically searched for an escape route, knowing he stood no chance against the incoming Marines.
Smoker scanned the remaining pirates, his face emotionless as if killing that man hadn't fazed him in the slightest.
He raised both hands and uttered two words:
"White Smoke Prison."
At once, thick white smoke erupted from his body, engulfing the more than 120 pirates, shrouding them in a dense fog that blurred their vision.
Within seconds, the smoke morphed into sharp spikes that struck randomly at every person inside.
In an instant, thousands of spikes pierced through bodies—some pirates had over twenty spikes lodged in their heads, legs, and torsos.
The scene was gruesome.
Countless smoke spikes shredded through flesh and bone like a merciless grinder, tearing apart human bodies.
Blood soaked the ground, seeping toward Smoker's feet.
Every single pirate—all 120 of them—perished in that moment. Among them were a few civilians who had been caught in the crossfire, but Smoker didn't care.
In his mind, if he could wipe out pirates in one decisive attack—even at the cost of some collateral damage—it was worth it.
At the Harbor
The Marine warship finally docked, its soldiers disembarking.
They looked around at the aftermath of the massacre. Some trembled in fear, unable to process the brutality before them. Others, more accustomed to their captain's ways, remained unfazed—this was just another of Smoker's purges.
"Clean up the area before diseases spread," Smoker ordered, then vanished in an instant.
His second-in-command, Zephyr, watched him disappear, then turned to the Marines.
"Start cleaning up and help the villagers with the burials," he commanded, trying to offer some solace to the grieving survivors.
Back on the Warship
Smoker returned to his quarters and lay on his bed, staring at a transparent red screen only he could see.
{Justice Points Increased: +560}
Without hesitation, he allocated all the points to physical endurance.
{Congratulations! Your Physical Endurance has reached Rank A+}
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(Name: Smoker)
(Devil Fruit: Smoke Logia – 66%)
(Physical Endurance: A+)
(Observation Haki: B)
(Armament Haki: B)
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Smoker smirked at his stats. His current strength was decent for his age, but he had no intention of stopping.
His ambitions were too great.
If the Celestial Dragons ever learned of his true thoughts, they would lose their minds and try to kill him before he could rise any further.
Because in Smoker's vision, the Celestial Dragons were merely living on borrowed time.
One day, he would tear them down from their throne.
One day, he would crush the World Government.
He envisioned a new world—a world where people lived in peace, where children could go to school without fearing that pirates or Celestial Dragons would murder their fathers or enslave their mothers.
A world where humanity could harness the true potential of Devil Fruits—not just for battle, but for progress.