What is calamity? Disaster and suffering? Unfortunate circumstances? Looking back suddenly, I find myself in the strange pirate world of [ONE PIECE]! Transmigrated? But I have a cheat code! One equipment slot at the start? This is the white town of Flevans! It is currently facing a massacre that will destroy the entire nation! ...Those who kill—will be killed. This is the story of a boy suffering from platinum lead poisoning, who walks out of this white city and into the world. Want to be a pirate? Then (cold laugh), let's climb to the top step by step! PS: Special skills, Devil Fruits... PS:—

The night he was transported into the body of Aemond Targaryen. He rewrote his destiny with his own hands… He knew history; this fight would cost him an eye. He tried desperately to avoid it. But when the dagger fell, it was his nephew who lost his eye. Aemond Targaryen, he was the Bad Seed, a kinslayer, a kingslayer, the pillar of the Green Party. He was also the Regent, the Queen's husband, the swimming champion of Godeye Lake, and the protector of all the Seven Kingdoms…

What to do when you're out at sea without a ship? Allen: "Steal someone else's." What to do when there's no one on board? Allen: "Dig someone else's." What to do when there are people but no supplies? Allen: "Rob a warship." Treasure, famous swords, Devil Fruits, where do the women come from? Allen: "Brothers, look! There's a transport ship that's practically floating on air, it has everything!"... Transmigrating to the world of One Piece, relying on Baki's cheat abilities to rise to power in the East Blue, starting with just his fists, he steals everything—people and ships. My name is Allen, and I advocate for freedom. (A million-word completed high-quality One Piece fanfiction is already available; readers are welcome to jump in and get crazy!)

On a street in Tokyo, three or five people were lying on the ground, covered in blood and wounds. Two people stood among them, standing out from the crowd.

A man covered in scars was lying on the ground. He threw the dagger in his hand to the blond man in a black cloak standing beside him and said with lifeless eyes.

"Come on, Manjiro, kill me!"

The standing man's eyes narrowed and he spoke.

"I won't kill anyone, today..."

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the man on the ground.

"If you kill me today, everything will be resolved. You don't seem to be an adult yet, so you'll only spend a few years in jail. But if you don't kill me... over there, do you see that gasoline barrel? I brought it today to dispose of the body. If you don't kill me now, that barrel of gasoline will be poured at your doorstep tonight... Or maybe even in your house, on you, your father, your mother... Hahahahahahaha..."

As the injured man on the ground spoke, his expression became more ferocious and his voice became more perverted.

The man standing aside looked increasingly unhappy. He turned to look at the other men lying on the ground, their limbs crippled and completely unable to move. He didn't understand how these people had gotten into trouble with this man, who also seemed to have some mental issues...

While the man named Wanjiro was hesitating, another man beside him stepped forward, picked up the dagger, and looked down at the man on the ground with an increasingly fierce look in his eyes. Just as he made up his mind and slowly raised his hand.

A loud roar came from the intersection.

"Stop! Don't move! I'm Officer Murashita of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Drop your weapon immediately! Hold your head and squat!"