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Luffy Starve

One Piece: The Rise of the Silent Commander

Before Zoro's recruitment, Monkey D. Luffy crossed paths with a young man named Dikun Silver — a master of twin daggers, a cunning strategist, and a man of unmatched intelligence. Though initially hesitant to join a pirate crew, Dikun was drawn to Luffy's unwavering resolve and grand dream. Recognizing Luffy’s potential, he pledged his loyalty and became the Vice-Captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. While Luffy sought to gather a small crew of ten, Dikun believed in the power of strategy and numbers. Understanding the dangers of the Grand Line, he secretly expanded the crew’s strength by recruiting and training foot soldiers — a disciplined force devoted to protecting Luffy’s dream. To the world, Dikun was known as a silent commander who avoided combat, relying solely on tactics to outsmart his enemies. Marines and rival pirates underestimated him, believing he was no more than a frail tactician. But what they failed to realize was that Dikun Silver had simply never encountered a foe worthy of witnessing his true strength. When forced to fight, he unleashed a devastating prowess that rivaled even the most notorious pirates. In truth, Dikun’s power surpassed Luffy’s when he fought without restraint — a fact he kept hidden to ensure the world continued underestimating him. Yet, Dikun’s strength was not what made him invaluable. His loyalty to Luffy, his unwavering bond with the Straw Hats, and his belief in their shared dream cemented his role as the crew’s silent protector. His only ambition was to become the Greatest Commander in the World, ensuring that no force could stand in the way of Luffy’s path to becoming the Pirate King. This is the untold story of Dikun Silver, the Vice-Captain of the Straw Hat Pirates, and the Silent Commander who changed the tides of the Grand Line forever.
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I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him. One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence. That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker. Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death. But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that. Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there. But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money. Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way. Because, well—there was an afterlife. And it was absolutely not what I wished for. ——— ——— ——— Gib Money - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5
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