Sea Calendar Year 1518
[East Blue – Goa Kingdom – Royal Palace]
"How can that ugly bastard be worthy of a princess?"
"Your Highness, would you consider changing your fiancé?"
A bloodstained longsword quivered as it stood embedded in the corpse of a blond man with a mushroom-shaped haircut, swaying like a joyful dandelion.
Brilliant red blood spread and pooled across the floor.
A young man with black hair sat leisurely on the golden throne, holding a stiff-faced blonde princess in his lap. With a playful tone, he lifted her delicate chin.
Princess Sarie Nantokanette
The blonde princess trembled as she perched atop the young man's thigh. Her face reflected a chaotic mix of fear, awe, fury, and—strangely—gratitude.
The firm hand around her waist made her entire body tense. She stared in disbelief at the bloodied corpses scattered across the palace floor—and at the stranger who now sat on the throne.
Among the bodies lay the mushroom-haired blond man, two nobles in ceremonial attire, and over a dozen royal guards.
"My father and my brother... were they truly poisoned in secret?"
Princess Sarie pointed with a trembling finger at the corpses of Outlook III and Prince Sterry, her voice filled with fury and disbelief.
Sterry—her fiancé.
They were to be married next month, and Sterry would become the prince consort of the Goa Kingdom, basking in its glory and power.
And Outlook III was the most favored noble duke of the king himself.
Yet now they lay dead—assassins of the royal bloodline.
"Didn't Your Highness hear their 'heartfelt confessions' loud and clear before they were executed?"
Noah, breathing in the faint scent of Sarie's perfume, let a hint of ambition flash in his eyes.
Who would have thought a shut-in university student from Earth...
After being transported to the chaotic Edge Town of the Goa Kingdom—infested with thugs and scum—and surviving several grueling months, would now find himself seated in the royal palace?
No one knew what Noah had endured in Edge Town. As a graduate who spent four years in university—three of which were spent in online classes during the pandemic—he had been tossed into a pit of wolves.
It had been nearly a death sentence.
Thankfully, one of his hobbies had led him to self-study Japanese.
Without it, he'd be long dead.
But then, amid the chaos, he snatched a Devil Fruit.
With no hesitation and no concern about what ability it might grant, he ate it.
And everything changed.
With his strange new powers, the once-hostile world became much more welcoming.
The vicious gangsters and criminals of Edge Town, after suffering heavy casualties, suddenly started wearing... warm smiles.
As Noah had once heard, "When you're strong, the world treats you gently. Everyone you meet becomes a 'good person.'"
After a period of training and experimentation, Noah had made a name for himself in Edge Town.
He had planned to set sail and rise to greatness—punch the Warlords, kick down the Emperors... But then news broke across the kingdom: the king and crown prince had died mysteriously.
Just when he was about to set off to sea, a glittering shortcut appeared before Noah's eyes.
Damn it!
Why become a pirate or bounty hunter when you can take a shortcut to becoming a king?
If someone like Sterry could be king, why not him—Noah, the great transmigrator?
In the world of One Piece, is seizing a throne really that difficult?
Doflamingo stole the throne of Dressrosa…
Bartholomew Kuma drove out King Bekori and became the ruler of the Sorbet Kingdom, earning the title "Tyrant"…
After Wapol was blown away by Luffy, the kingdom's head guard Dalton became the new king of Drum Kingdom—renaming it the Sakura Kingdom—and still retained the right to participate in the World Government council.
Wapol even created the Evil Black Drum Kingdom in the South Blue, and it was swiftly recognized by the World Government as one of its 50 member nations.
As long as you paid the Celestial Tribute, the World Government didn't care how the power changed hands within its member states.
That's how ridiculous this world is.
Well—except for a certain desert crocodile trying to seize a kingdom with the backing of the Twenty Kings.
….....
Feeling the stiffness in the princess's body slowly melt into softness, Noah's lips curled into a grin, like an AK with the safety off.
He truly hadn't expected his visit to the palace to go so smoothly.
Not only had he encountered Sterry and his entire family in the palace, but they had been playing pretend on the throne, gloating over their plot.
Noah merely demonstrated a few cruel methods he learned from watching documentaries.
And those arrogant nobles—Outlook III, his wife Didit, and Sterry—had all dropped to their knees.
Outlook spilled everything—the entire plan to assassinate the royal family and replace them.
…....
"You want to be my husband? The king of Goa Kingdom?"
Princess Sarie seemed resigned to her fate. After all, even Outlook III and her own fiancé had been scheming to seize the throne.
This mysterious man had killed them and exposed their treachery. Then he even had the nerve to ask if she'd like to change her fiancé…
No matter how naïve she was, Sally could see Noah's ambition.
She slowly turned to look at him.
Truth be told, Noah was much more handsome than that ugly mushroom-head Sterry.
And thinking of Noah's bizarre powers, she hesitated for a moment before nervously lifting her hands to wrap them around his neck like a lover would.
She leaned in closer, pressing herself gently against his chest.
"Thank you… for avenging my father and brother."
"Tomorrow… I will announce the plot to overthrow the throne by Outlook III and Sterry."
"And you, my hero… you are my new fiancé. The new king of Goa."
Looking into Noah's handsome face, Sarie trembled slightly and kissed him on the lips.
She had made her choice. Let this powerful man be her new husband—let him help stabilize the kingdom.
With the deaths of her father, brother, and the powerful Duke Outlook, she feared she wouldn't be able to control the kingdom on her own.
And to be honest, she wasn't willing to give up her luxurious life and the power that came with it.
"Congratulations to you as well—from the Princess of Goa to the Queen of Goa."
Noah wrapped his arms around her without hesitation, pulling her into their first long, immersive French kiss.
Sarie's eyes grew hazy.
But the corpses around them, and the fact that they were not yet married, finally made Sarie—true to her noble upbringing—break free in a flustered panic as she gasped for air.
"No… please…"
"Let's clean up the bodies of these traitors first…"
Her blushing face filled with anxiety. She had actually enjoyed the kiss—something unthinkable, given that she had only known him for two and a half hours.
"Come with me to take control of the palace guard."
"Tomorrow… night… I will be yours."
Noticing the hungry look in Noah's eyes, Sarie gave him a bashful glance, worried he might grow impatient.
"There's no rush."
Noah smiled calmly and stood up from the throne with Sarie by his side, subtly adjusting himself to calm his raging brother.
Sarie noticed and blushed, eyes shimmering with a shy glint of expectation.
After composing themselves, Noah piled the bodies together.
He looked at the corpses of Outlook III and Didit, wondering—if Sabo ever regained his memories and learned that Noah had killed his biological parents…
Would he seek revenge?
Meanwhile, Sarie returned with a set of opulent noble garments for him.
"Come, my prince. Let us take control of the palace guards."
It was only now that Sarie began to feel true fear.
She hadn't realized how deeply Outlook III had infiltrated the palace guard and maids.
No wonder they had been able to assassinate the king and prince so silently. If he hadn't needed Sarie for a political marriage to legitimize the power grab…
She would likely be dead too.
She had merely been a stepping stone for Outlook's ascension.
"As you wish, my princess."
Noah grinned with unrestrained delight.
He truly hadn't expected seizing a kingdom to be this easy.