The Maritime Circle Calendar of the Year 1507
In a narrow alley, illuminated only by the dim light of the moon, sat a boy with light-colored hair. He stared at his small hands, examining his body with a mix of amazement and anxiety.
"Is this really me?" he whispered, unable to believe his eyes. "My body... How did it become so small?"
As soon as those words left his lips, fragments of memories pierced his consciousness. They rushed in like a tidal wave, washing away his past life, leaving only one realization—he was no longer who he used to be.
"I wasn't saved..."
He had been an ordinary seventeen-year-old guy. Living an unremarkable life: studying, training, watching anime. A third-year engineering student, building plans for the future… But it all ended in an instant. His death was absurd—someone had pushed him under the wheels of a car on a busy street. He never even saw who did it or why. So many hopes, so many dreams—gone in a blink of an eye.
But now, none of that mattered. There was only one important question—where was he now?
The moment this thought took shape in his mind, a flood of information struck him.
Notice.North Blue.Bellamy.The Fall.A Fruit.
Just a single moment—and darkness engulfed his consciousness.
When he awoke, he understood where he was and who he had become. His name was now Bellamy. He was an orphan, raised on the streets of the peaceful town of Notice in North Blue.
"Am I… in the world of One Piece?"
Judging by the information I received, I ended up in the world of One Piece—an anime that, in my world, was just an animation.
Come to think of it, the name Bellamy sounds oddly familiar.
The moment I pondered that, the memories surfaced—I remembered who Bellamy was.
A pirate who got knocked out by the main character with a single punch.
But now the question is—why did I end up in Bellamy's body?
And as if on command, I recalled eating an unknown fruit I had found in a trash bin near a fruit shop. After that, my legs had turned into springs, and I had slammed into a wall in the alley where I was now.
That death was even more pathetic than my previous one.
After that, I actually felt a little sorry for him.
But whatever, pitying him is pointless. He's gone now. There's only me—the new Bellamy.
Right now, I'm sitting in the alley, my head bleeding from the impact. I need to get out of here and find a place to hide, or people might come after hearing the noise.
Gathering my strength, I stood up and dragged myself to the place where I lived… or rather, where the previous Bellamy had lived.
My coordination was a bit off, but I figured it would stabilize soon.
After walking for a while, I reached a broken-down house with boarded-up windows and a wobbly door.
From my memories, I knew that I had found this place after being thrown out onto the streets.
Walking up to the door, I pushed it open with a creak and stepped inside. The place was dusty and filthy, with old belongings and a few books scattered around—things the previous owner had picked up from trash heaps and dumps.
But none of that mattered to me right now.
I headed to the corner of the room where, according to my memories, there was a half-full bottle of alcohol that the former owner of this body had found.
Finding it, I started searching for something to use as a bandage. Digging through the mess, I found a relatively clean white cloth.
Pouring the alcohol onto it and making sure it soaked in, I wrapped the cloth around my forehead where I had hit my head. It was at least some form of disinfection.
Even though people in this world can recover from serious injuries in just a day, I'm still from the 21st century, so I'd rather be cautious than die.
After bandaging myself up, I finally sat down on the bed. It was small, with an old mattress, but it was enough to sleep on.
Sprawled out on the bed, I started thinking about what to do next.
Panicking is useless—it won't help me, and it'll only set me back. I have to think rationally!
Although, on the other hand, my head feels like a rock, and my hand is already twitching from stress, so I'll just try to think as rationally as I can.
After all, who the hell in their right mind would normally accept being thrown into another world? Probably only some kind of lunatic, I thought, grabbing my twitching hand with the other.
I no longer feel like that seventeen-year-old boy. I don't know why, but those memories feel distant, like they aren't mine—as if I'm watching a movie rather than recalling my own life. The feeling toward family and the attachment that once defined me have disappeared — only faint echoes of memories remain…
And that only makes me feel even more stressed.
But even so, I can see the constraints that world placed on me. And I don't want that to happen again. The obligation to conform to the standards that the world imposes. You have to be well-behaved, to do what is expected of you. To cause fewer problems, you need to stay silent and not snap at a boss who yells at you, or at a person who harasses you… And I don't want that to happen again.
Life presents a pile of choices, and now I'm facing one of them — maybe it's time for me to choose my own path?
Although, it can still be changed anyway, right?
If I don't take into account all the other factions that exist, I'd highlight these three.
There are three main forces in this world:
The Marines
The Revolutionaries
The Pirates
Basically, everything narrows down like this: the revolutionaries fight for justice and want to overthrow the Tenryubito.
The marines fight against pirates and the revolution, suppressing and following orders from their superiors.
Honestly, the options aren't bad. But if I look at the revolution — I'm not even sure they would accept me there, or where I'd even need to go. Where's the sign that says "Join the Revolutionary
Army"? Sounds awful just thinking about it.
In the marines, the conditions might be better, although if you look closely, the attitude of senior officers is terrifying — they can shoot someone on the spot. Sure, they train cadets, but if you fall out of favor with the higher-ups, you might just get stuck on some island. And following precise orders all the time doesn't really appeal to me. Not to mention some Tenryubito might force you to do something disgusting.
And then there's piracy. Honestly, it probably has fewer advantages than the others if you look at it from the perspective of comfort. But to be fair, I really want to travel the world. That's possible with the revolutionaries too, but even there I'd have obligations. I don't like working…
Traveling is one thing, but another is that I want to write my name into history. Achieving the discovery of one of the most hidden places in the world — Laugh Tale? That's comparable to becoming Pirate King, isn't it? Or like Montblanc Cricket — as an explorer, I think he's underrated…
"Ah, my back itches," I thought as I turned over.
Honestly, the idea of a great title tempts me, but I'd also love to compete for that title against Luffy — now that would be interesting.
After all, this is my second life, and I don't want to live it out mediocrely.
Although who knows — maybe plans will change, life twists as it wishes.
For now, let's do it like this! I want to go against fate, explore the entire world, etch my name into history, and become Pirate King before the main character does!
It doesn't hurt to dream, right? Who knows, maybe it might even work out.
But to do that, I need to become strong—both individually and by gathering a powerful crew.
I remember that Luffy trained since childhood.
Right now, I'm six years old, which is the perfect age to start training.
Strangely, my memories of One Piece are filled with gaps.
There are clear moments I remember, but others are foggy. That's a problem, but there's nothing I can do about it. All that's left is to hope I haven't forgotten anything important…
Still, I recall some of the Rokushiki techniques. But who knows if I'll be able to reproduce them, now that this is real life and not an anime where everything is easy, I thought.
And I also have the Bane Bane no Mi Devil Fruit.
While Bellamy showed some abilities of this fruit in the main story, he barely developed it.
There are countless ways to enhance Devil Fruits—it all depends on the user.
Even Luffy came up with multiple applications for his "Rubber Paramecia".
Even if a Devil Fruit isn't inherently powerful, it should be a supplement to strength, not the sole source of it.
In the original story, Bellamy managed to learn Armament Haki on his own within two years, proving he had talent.
The growth of my Devil Fruit abilities depends entirely on my perseverance and creativity.
Several development ideas raced through my mind before I finally drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile, in the dark room, the new hero was spinning through his thoughts, and the world kept on living — who knows what awaits the main character?