A lone figure lay sprawled across the shore, the tide gently brushing against his legs. At first glance, it looked like the body of a castaway, lifeless and abandoned by the sea. But after several quiet minutes, the boy stirred, his eyes fluttering open as though jolted awake by some unseen force. He shot upright, sand clinging to his clothes and skin, his breathing quick and shallow.
"What the hell? Where am I?" the boy shouted, his voice cracking with confusion and panic. The unfamiliar scenery only deepened his unease—the endless stretch of ocean behind him, the dense forest ahead, and the foreign island he found himself on without explanation.
He tried to retrace his steps, searching his memory for how he could have ended up here. The last thing he remembered was his night routine, something completely ordinary yet unforgettable. He had been rewatching the latest episodes of One Piece, the ones depicting Ginny's tragic death and Kuma's desperate struggle to reach her. He remembered the tears in his eyes as he drifted to sleep… and now he was here, stranded on an island that he had no knowledge of.
Before his panic could spiral further, a sudden surge of memories slammed into his consciousness, almost like another life forcing itself into his own. The revelation hit him hard: his name was Freecs D. Don, and he had not just appeared in the world of One Piece—he had been born into it. The truth unraveled rapidly before him, showing him a childhood that was both familiar and foreign at once. His parents had died when he was still a baby, leaving him in the care of the villagers from his community. Though the people provided for him, Don was shy and hated feeling like a burden, which pushed him to survive by his own strength.
At the age of five, inspired by the legendary stories of pirates and the elusive Pirate King told by the elders, Don had resolved to grow stronger. He threw himself into training in the forests surrounding the village, hunting wild animals not only for food but also to test and sharpen his strength. Day by day, his abilities grew, until he could take down wild boars, bears, tigers, and other dangerous beasts with little difficulty.
It was during one of these hunts that he stumbled upon a peculiar fruit—strangely patterned and unlike anything he had ever seen. Thinking it was some rare and powerful food, young Don devoured it without hesitation, unaware of the truth: it was a Devil Fruit. For a while, nothing seemed to change, but as his stamina and combat prowess grew, the fruit's hidden power began to reveal itself.
One fateful day, while battling an especially massive beast, Don subconsciously activated his Devil Fruit. His body shifted unnaturally, transforming his form in a grotesque yet powerful way, allowing him to kill the creature instantly. That moment awakened his power—and with it, his ego. Already proud of his growing strength, Don now saw himself as someone destined for greatness.
From then on, he dedicated the rest of his childhood to honing his body and mastering his new abilities. By the time he turned ten, his pride and ambition had grown too large for the island to contain. Without hesitation, he stole a small fishing boat from a villager and set sail, reckless and ignorant of the dangers that awaited beyond the shore. His arrogance was quickly punished; within hours at sea, he was caught in a massive whirlpool, his tiny vessel torn apart by the raging waters. When he finally washed ashore, drenched and half-dead, his body was overtaken by a new soul—the consciousness of the One Piece fan who now lived through him.
"Huh… so I'm already ridiculously talented, huh? And on top of that, I've got Devil Fruit powers," Don thought with a grin, flexing his hand. With a mere thought, his fingers warped and shifted, morphing into sharp blades of flesh. Watching them shimmer in the light, he couldn't help but smirk. 'This… this is just like Mahito's Idle Transfiguration. '
As Don steadied himself on the sandy shore, another sudden rush of memories forced their way into his mind, crashing down like a second wave. These weren't his own, nor were they tied to the boy whose body he now inhabited. Instead, they belonged to a different man entirely—a scientist who had devoted his entire existence to unlocking the secrets of human evolution.
In this vision, Don found himself living through the eyes of that scientist. His name was Genus, a man obsessed with transcending human limits. For decades, Genus pursued breakthroughs in biology, striving toward one ultimate goal: the perfection of the human race. After years of experimentation, countless trials, and sacrifices, he finally achieved what most considered impossible—immortality paired with eternal youth.
But Genus's obsession did not end there. With the discovery of endless youth secured, he turned his ambition outward, shifting his focus to humanity itself. Founding the House of Evolution, he created an army of clones to assist in his work. Within its walls, he conducted experiment after experiment, pushing the boundaries of science and ethics alike. His research spanned monstrous creations and biological marvels, all in the name of human advancement. It was during this chapter of his life that he eventually crossed paths with an individual who would shake his convictions to their core: Saitama.
Every breakthrough, every failed trial, every equation and experiment Genus had ever conducted—Don now held it all within his mind. The strange part wasn't just possessing the memories; it was the clarity of them. His brain recalled even the smallest details flawlessly, as if his mind had transformed into a perfect archive.
'Wait… these are Dr. Genus's memories, aren't they? Is this my cheat ability?' Don thought, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. For the first time since waking up on the beach, genuine excitement bubbled within him. What others might see as bizarre or terrifying, Don saw as an advantage. In his eyes, this was a gift—a power that made his situation not only bearable but ideal.
He stood tall, still digesting the dual legacies now fused into his being: the strength and will of Freecs D. Don, and the vast scientific intellect of Dr. Genus. Determined not to waste time, Don decided to explore the island that had become his stage.
Minutes passed as he trekked through narrow paths and patches of uneven terrain, until something unusual caught his eye: a church standing quietly amidst the wilderness. The sight immediately stirred his suspicions. Why would a building like this exist in such a place? Driven by instinct, he broke into a run, his footsteps echoing across the stone steps as he reached the front doors.
Without hesitation, he pushed them open. Inside, he froze.
There, at the center of the dim sanctuary, was a woman he recognized instantly—her pink hair falling in messy strands across her face. She was cradling a baby close to her side, her body trembling with pain. Her breathing was shallow, her expression twisted with both sorrow and determination.
Don's gaze sharpened, and for a brief moment, he felt as though he could see beyond her physical form—straight into her soul. What he saw was harrowing: layers of sadness, suffering, and unbearable grief woven together in her very being.
Unable to ignore it, Don stepped forward, his movements quick but careful. The pink-haired woman turned her head toward him, her eyes meeting his for only a fleeting moment before shifting back to the baby in her arms. Despite his sudden appearance, she seemed unconcerned, as though the weight of her final words mattered far more than the boy who had just entered. Even in her fragile state, she forced herself to speak, trying to leave behind everything she still needed to say.