The sun rose over the harbor, and Luke had already gotten used to waking with the very first ray of light. Life in the coastal town was completely different from his isolation on the island. Here, the voices of merchants, the cries of children, the creaking of sails, and the crash of waves against the ships filled the air with color and noise.
But he never forgot that this world was cruel. In his mind, certain names rang like a constant bell: Rocks, Roger, Whitebeard, Shiki. These were not ordinary men; they were monsters that ruled the seas.
Standing in the abandoned training yard behind the grain warehouse, Luke clenched his fist so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"These aren't just giants… they're monsters. If I want to survive their era, I have to become a thousand times stronger."
He raised his head to the sky, and with a faint grin, he said:
"System… distribute the points."
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[Skill Points Distribution]
3 points → Basic Punch rose to Level 4
6 points → Side Sword Slash rose to Level 4
3 points → Basic Kick rose to Level 3
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The moment he confirmed the allocation, a strange sensation rushed through his body—like a wave of heat flooding his veins. His fist was the first to change; the bones felt denser, the muscles tighter, every fiber of his arm filled with raw energy. When he clenched his hand, a muffled crack echoed from his joints, and power surged outward as if the air itself trembled.
Then his legs. Suddenly, he felt unshakable, as though the ground itself had fused with his body. Each kick now carried the weight of a mountain and the force of an explosion. His legs burned with fiery energy, urging him to leap, to strike, to shatter.
Finally, the sword.
When he gripped the hilt and swung sideways, it felt like slicing through the very air. The blade no longer resisted his movements—it obeyed like an extension of his arm. The slash wasn't just a motion anymore; it was a roar of strength, sharp enough to cleave anything before it.
Luke stood still, breathing heavily, sweat dripping onto the dirt, but a wide grin stretched across his face.
This is it… this is what it means to break the body's limits. The system isn't just a tool. It's the key to surpassing humanity itself.
He raised his fist high and shouted from the depths of his lungs:
"YOOOOOOOSH! I'll break every limit—I'll become the strongest!"
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The days that followed were a balance between training and odd jobs to feed himself. He often helped a local carpenter repair small boats, learning the basics of woodwork, nails, and frame building. Soon, the system rewarded him:
> [Ding! You have acquired a new skill: Carpentry (Level 1)]
Luke laughed to himself.
"Perfect! Now I can build a chair to collapse on after training instead of the ground."
But deep down, he knew this knowledge could save his life one day.
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One evening, sitting on the harbor, he found a newspaper left behind by a sailor. The headline caught his eye:
"The Rocks Pirates' influence continues to expand, their control stretching from sea to sea."
Luke froze, eyes wide.
That name… Rocks. He could never mistake it. The most infamous crew, the greatest alliance of monsters ever to sail under one flag.
He inhaled sharply, running the calculations in his mind. If the papers were already reporting their growing power, then there was no doubt: this was five years before the God Valley Incident.
He folded the newspaper slowly, heat burning in his chest.
"So it's confirmed… I'm in the world of One Piece. And with the system, I won't just survive… I'll become stronger than anyone."
In his eyes, only one fire burned: the fire of challenge.
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[Status]
Name: Luke
Age: 10 years, 3 months
Skills:
Basic Punch (Level 4)
Vertical Sword Slash (Level 1)
Side Sword Slash (Level 4)
Basic Kick (Level 3)
Stab (Level 1)
Cooking (Level 3)
Carpentry (Level 1)
Skill Points Remaining: 0
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End of Chapter 7