It was a warm spring in the year 1520 of the Sea Circle calendar.
There was still one month before Monkey D. Luffy would set out to sea, and nearly three months before the Battle of Marineford.
East Blue – Navy 186th Branch.
The spring sunshine streamed through the window, casting a soft golden glow across the office.
Behind the desk, a young officer leaned back in his chair, exuding a lazy, relaxed air.
Beside him rested a sword with a dangerous aura. Its black hilt was wrapped in a heavy scabbard, engraved with the single clear character "辰."
The officer flipped leisurely through a newspaper, its edge swaying slightly in the breeze of his movements. In his other hand, he held a cigarette, thin trails of smoke curling up into the golden light.
"Fuu—"
He took a deep drag, then exhaled softly. The faint white smoke hung hazily against the sunlight.
His face was striking: sharp features, firm lines, yet carrying an air of casual laziness. Thick black hair, slightly messy, shifted gently with each movement. His eyes, always touched with indifference, seemed to hold the message that none of the world's troubles had anything to do with him.
This was Yamir, a Captain of the Navy and current chief of the East Blue's 186th Branch.
Only 22 years old, he had already been in this pirate world for three years.
"Clang—"
The office clock chimed softly, the hands pointing to six o'clock.
Yamir stretched, joints cracking lightly, and spoke lazily:
"Wuhu, time to get off work."
Ding!
[The host must leave work on time. You can be late, but you cannot leave late!]
[Detected host's happy mood. Happiness +20]
A subtle smile flickered in his eyes.
The Joy System was his golden finger.
Whenever he felt happiness, he gained points. These points could be used for lotteries to acquire items or to upgrade them.
In his previous life, he had been nothing more than an ordinary office worker, enjoying a stable job in a third- or fourth-tier city. He spent his days slacking off at work, playing games, reading novels, and even being paid while taking leisurely breaks. Free from workplace PUA, it was a simple, carefree life.
That day, he had left work on time, planning to head to a regular massage parlor for his appointment with the "Leopard Miss", intending to discuss the "mysteries of life." But fate had other plans. A dump truck, running a red light, came barreling in from the side—
—and when he opened his eyes again, he was in the world of pirates. He had replaced a naval lieutenant who had just died in battle, and soon after, he was appointed chief of a branch in the Four Seas.
Casually flicking the cigarette ash into the tray, Yamir leaned back and continued his thoughts.
When the headquarters had asked him which sea he wanted to be assigned to, he had chosen East Blue without hesitation. Saving the world? Too troublesome—he had no interest in such things.
The East Blue was the safest sea, with weak pirates and low bounties. It was, without doubt, his ideal place.
To ensure an even more leisurely life, he had deliberately chosen the most remote branch in East Blue—the 186th.
In the future, when Luffy, Zoro, and the rest set sail and venture into the Grand Line and New World, they could fight and chase dreams to their hearts' content.
As for Yamir? He would keep fishing in the East Blue, enjoying his happy, peaceful life.
That was more than enough.
When Yamir recalled the day he first set sail, a faint, unconscious smile spread across his face.
That day, upon hearing the approval to retire to the East Blue, he whispered a silent "Yeah" in his heart. A wonderful life was about to begin!
And right at that moment—
Ding!
[The system has detected the host's happiness. The Happiness System is officially activated. A starter gift pack has been issued: 10,000 Happiness Points.]
[May the host always be happy and joyful in the world of pirates.]
Yamir blinked. I actually brought a system with me?
A happiness system—perfect.
What would make him happy? Changing the world while continuing to enjoy life.
Slack off during work, clock out on time, bask in the sun when idle, and chat with those lovely young ladies when there's something to do. That was the ideal life.
No competition, no pressure, double the happiness—everything guided by comfort.
After arriving at Navy Branch 186 in the East Blue, Yamir fully embraced a life of "giving up."
He enjoyed leisure daily while unconsciously growing stronger thanks to the system. This feeling—who else could understand it but me?
Over time, he mastered the use of the Happiness System:
1,000 points could be exchanged for a ten-pull lottery.
Items drawn ranged from Godly (Gold), Epic (Purple), Superior (Blue), High Quality (Green), to Ordinary (White).
Each item carried unique abilities; duplicates could be fused to increase star ratings and unlock new characteristics.
Yamir often muttered poetic lines to himself, savoring the peace:
"A flower is a world, a tree is a life, a meal fills a bowl, a nap becomes a whole day."
Life is beautiful. Elegant. Comfortable.
"Time to get off work," Yamir said softly, his voice dripping with ease and joy.
With his salary just paid, he thought cheerfully about how best to "rescue" those young ladies and widows struggling in life.
The corners of his lips curled upward.
"Which lady shall I save today? The one with legs longer than life, or the one with a chest bigger than her head?"
He chuckled, humming as he strolled off toward the Red-Light District.
On the way, he encountered a few Navy soldiers just off duty. They waved with familiar smiles.
"Captain! Heading out already?"
"Hahaha, Shun!"
Yamir grinned back. "Call me that again and I'll break your bones!"
At the Same Time – Loguetown
At the Logue Town Branch, a heavyweight arrived: Admiral Borsalino, better known as Kizaru—one of the Navy Headquarters' strongest fighters.
"Admiral Kizaru?"
Colonel Smoker, the branch leader, was visibly surprised. Why would an Admiral appear in this remote corner of the East Blue?
"Why are you here?" Smoker asked, still confused.
Kizaru squinted, his tone relaxed as ever.
"Hey~ Colonel Smoker, my trip to the East Blue this time… is mainly because of Branch 186's commanding officer, Captain Yamir. The Headquarters has decided to transfer Lieutenant Commander Yamir back to Marineford. They asked me to… check out the situation first."
"What? Yamir? The so-called 'Shame of the Navy' in the East Blue?"
Smoker's jaw tightened. His disbelief quickly turned to anger.
"Transfer him back to Headquarters? Have the senior officers gone mad?"
He thought of Yamir's lazy, nonchalant manner and couldn't stop his frustration from bubbling over.
"That guy has no achievements! He leads his men recklessly and ignores discipline. When faced with pirates, he always begs other branches for reinforcements, never fighting himself! And worst of all—he drags his men to the Red-Light District after hours. Outrageous!"
"Where's the justice of the Navy? As a lieutenant commander, he's forgotten his duty entirely!"
Kizaru, listening calmly, found his expression shifting into something playful. His eyes gleamed with interest.
Incredible… There are such 'talents' in the East Blue branch? Isn't this the perfect embodiment of slacking and tanking? Isn't this… my ideal subordinate?
Straightening up, Kizaru's lazy drawl carried a spark of excitement.
"I'd better go meet him myself. If what you say is true…"
Smoker, misinterpreting the tone, felt a sense of vindication. Finally, someone who'll put this freeloader in his place. He thought of all the times Yamir had called for help, only to be found sunbathing on his warship deck while Smoker's men did the fighting.
"At last, someone will deal with him," Smoker muttered with grim satisfaction. His sense of justice demanded it.
But Kizaru's final thought was different, unspoken but gleaming in his eyes:
If he truly is as Smoker described… then Yamir is the adjutant I've been looking for.