As I entered the spatial rift, I had no idea how long I tumbled through the void. Honestly, crossing dimensions felt worse than a rollercoaster—hundreds of times faster and utterly nauseating. It was torture. As I hurtled along, I wondered where I'd end up. If only it's the Three Kingdoms or the Tang Dynasty—those places are full of beauties.
Lost in thought, I spotted a light ahead—my destination. Passing through it, I was greeted by an unforgettable sight: I was plummeting from hundreds of thousands of feet in the air. I screamed, "Old man, I won't forgive you! You couldn't even pick a decent landing spot? My demonic arts are gone, and now you're trying to kill me?"
Like a meteor, I hurtled toward the ground. As it drew closer, I knew my end was near. A grand Demon King, dying like this? I closed my eyes, awaiting death. Below, a woman with purple hair strolled casually in the direction of my fall. Hearing my shout—"I hate you, old man!"—she looked up and saw an object plummeting at terrifying speed. Not daring to be careless, she spread her legs, shouted "Haki," and unleashed a burst of energy around her. Just as I thought I was doomed, I heard "Haki" and felt a glimmer of hope. I yelled, "Please catch me! If I survive, I'll be forever grateful!" The purple-haired woman, intrigued by the human voice, thought, That speed isn't something a normal person could survive. I'll catch him and ask questions later. As we drew closer and saw each other's faces, one word flashed through my mind: Beauty. She looked at me and thought, What an adorable little boy.
Using her Haki, the purple-haired beauty caught my arm and spun, redirecting my momentum. As we twirled, our eyes locked. In a childish voice, I called out, "Big Sister Beauty!" Overcome with maternal affection, she cooed, "Good boy, little brother."
I glanced around, noticing the scenery resembled an anime. The woman holding me didn't look like someone from the modern world. Did I cross into an anime? My heart soared. If I can't go to ancient times, an anime world isn't bad—full of beauties! I studied her: tall, with a curvaceous figure, at least an F-cup, wearing a low-cut top revealing a hint of purple lingerie. Her tight skirt hugged her shapely hips and long legs. She was breathtaking. In that moment, I decided: You're going to be my woman.
Then I looked at myself and groaned. My body had shrunk to that of a five-year-old. My once-fitting black robes were now comically oversized, but that wasn't the worst part—my "equipment" had shrunk too, though it was still impressive for my size. A modified body is something else. First, I needed to figure out where I was.
With an innocent look, I asked, "Big Sister, where am I?" Beaming, she replied, "This is the East Blue, don't you know?" My heart skipped a beat. East Blue? It's One Piece! Her shout of 'Haki' confirms it. Damn, why did I end up in the place with the most monsters? Devil Fruits, Haki—what rotten luck. As I fretted, she said, "Little brother, how did you fall from the sky at such a terrifying speed? If you hadn't met me, you'd be done for!" Her words reminded me—I came through a spatial rift. I'm the Demon King! Who have I ever feared? Plus, I have Grandpa's Demonic Desire Scripture, stronger than the demonic arts. Once I master it, I'll show these so-called ability users and their Haki what Chinese martial arts can do. Feeling better, I noticed her sense my shift in aura. She thought, Such presence for someone so young. Impressive.
I asked, "What's your name, Big Sister?" She smiled. "I'm Portgas D. Tina. What's your name, little brother? And where did you come from?" My mind raced. Portgas D. Tina? Same surname as Ace! Could she be Luffy and Ace's mom? She never appeared in One Piece. If I'd watched the whole series, I'd know more. Imagine Luffy and Ace's faces if I win her over! Her husband's the Revolutionary Army leader, super strong, but who cares? I'll win her first. Grinning, I said, "Big Sister, I'm Demon King. I don't know how I got here. An old man threw me, and I flew until I landed here. Good thing you were here, or I'd be dead." I teared up, my pitiful expression a guaranteed woman-melter. Tina's maternal instincts surged. She hugged me tightly, pressing me against her ample chest, and said, "That evil old man, bullying such a cute boy! If I meet him, I'll break his bones to avenge you!" I silently prayed for Grandpa: May the heavens protect you. Tina asked, "Where's your family?" Pouting, I said, "I'm an orphan." She hugged me tighter, as if trying to meld me into her, and said, "Don't be afraid, little brother. I'll take care of you. How about I be your mom?" It was soft and cozy, but I was suffocating. My tiny hands patted her chest. Realizing I was struggling, Tina loosened her grip and said, "Sorry, little brother, I got too excited." I gasped for air and said, "Mom, I'm fine. I don't blame you." Hearing "Mom," she kissed my cheeks repeatedly, then planted a big kiss on my lips, saying, "Good son!" Realizing she'd stolen my first kiss, I thought, You kissed me, so you're mine now. If Tina knew what I was thinking, she'd have run, not adopted me.
But it was too late. Years later, Tina would reflect that if she hadn't saved me, she wouldn't have become my woman—but she had no regrets. That's a story for another time.
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