Sea Circle Calendar, Year 1517.
In the East Blue Sea, aboard the Minnow Pirates' ship—
"Boss, boss! That money boy isn't eating again. He hasn't touched his food today either, and he's not responding. I checked his pulse—if this goes on, he'll die for sure!"
A man in his late thirties rushed to speak to another of similar age. This man was Juno, the vice-captain of the Minnow Pirates. He had come to report the condition of the "money boy" to his captain.
The captain, Finn, a pirate with a bounty of one million berries, glanced at his second-in-command and said coldly, "Then force him to eat. Make him eat. He cannot die. A boy that handsome will fetch a high price."
They were talking about the boy who had refused to eat. The pirates had captured him two days ago from a village they had recently looted. The reason they called him the "money boy" was simple—he was exceptionally handsome, and when he grew older, he would surely become even more so.
Such a young, attractive boy would undoubtedly be adored by noble women. Those women might keep him as one of their many husbands—or worse, as a mere plaything.
Juno, the vice-captain, said, "But you also know how stubborn that boy is. If we don't torture him or do something to force him, he won't eat. Yet you specifically ordered us not to harm him—because if he gets disfigured, his value will drop in the slave market. That's why I've held back from beating him. But without that… it's impossible to make him eat."
He clicked his tongue and continued, "After all, his uncle was killed by us. Tsk, that bastard just had to resist." A look of disdain crossed Juno's face as he remembered that moment—the boy's uncle had fought back when they had only intended to capture the child, leaving the pirates no choice but to shoot him.
"He sees us as his enemies now," Juno went on. "And he's not stupid. He's already guessed why we captured him. That's why he's refusing to eat—he's doing it deliberately."
Finn, the captain, replied with clear irritation, "Then do whatever you have to do. If you can't leave any marks on him, then use another method—something that'll hurt him inside. I don't care how you do it, but he cannot die before we sell him in the slave market. I want him in perfect condition when the time comes to sell him."
As Finn spoke those words, greed gleamed in his eyes, his mind already consumed by visions of the riches they would earn from the sale.
Juno sighed and said, "Alright, I'll try my best to make sure he eats properly."
Finn waved his hand dismissively and grunted, "Hmm," signaling that Juno could leave.
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At the same time, in a closed, dimly lit room illuminated only by a weak lamp, a young boy with white hair and porcelain-like skin slowly opened his sky-blue eyes. His features were striking—almost ethereal—and he was none other than the boy the Minnow Pirates' captain and vice-captain had been discussing, the so-called "money boy."
One look at him was enough to understand why the pirates had given him that title. He was remarkably handsome even now, and when he grew older, his beauty would surely become even more captivating.
The boy muttered in confusion, "Where… is this place? Didn't the ceiling of my house fall on me during the earthquake? I remember seeing it collapse right above my head—I couldn't even react before everything went dark."
From his words, it was clear that this was no longer the same boy abducted by the Minnow Pirates. Someone else had taken over his body—he had transmigrated.
The boy stared at his small hands and murmured, "Why are my hands so tiny? Am I trapped under the rubble? Is that why it's so dark?"
But then he paused. The faint, flickering light from the lamp didn't match that thought. This wasn't the rubble of a collapsed house—it was a dark, enclosed room.
Suddenly, the boy clutched his head as a sharp pain pierced through his skull. A flood of unfamiliar memories surged into his mind, flashing before his eyes like scenes from a movie. It took several long moments before the pain finally subsided.
Breathing heavily, the boy muttered, "The Pirate King… the Great Pirate Era… Don't tell me I've been transmigrated into the world of One Piece?"
He frowned, processing the fragments in his mind. "I haven't watched all of One Piece, but I know a lot about its power system, characters, and the world itself. Still, how did I end up here of all places? And to make things worse, I've been given such a hellish start."
He paused for a moment, sifting through the new memories. "My current body's name is Gojo Satoru… huh, what a coincidence. There's another Gojo Satoru in Jujutsu Kaisen. Having his name is kind of awesome, I guess."
His tone turned grim as the memories became clearer. "This body's parents were killed when he was little. Now he's being held captive by the Minnow Pirates. The only family he had left—his uncle—was murdered trying to protect him. From what I overheard those pirates saying, they plan to sell me in the slave market… which is definitely bad news."
These were the memories of the body's previous owner—now fully absorbed into the mind of the transmigrated Gojo—as the throbbing pain in his head slowly faded away.
Just as Gojo finished absorbing the memories of his new body, the door to the room suddenly burst open with a loud bang.
Since it was daytime outside, a harsh beam of light flooded the dark room, striking Gojo's face. He instinctively raised his arm to shield his eyes. Everything before him blurred for a moment, and it took a few seconds for his vision to adjust after being in darkness for so long.
While his eyes were still adapting to the sudden brightness, a rough, threatening voice echoed from the doorway.
"Boy, this is the last time I'm telling you to eat your food. If you don't, I'll make you experience what real hell feels like—and you'll wish you were dead before the pain even starts!"
Finally, Gojo's vision cleared, and he was able to see the man standing at the door. The moment he laid eyes on him, recognition flashed across Gojo's face—it was Juno, the vice-captain of the Minnow Pirates.
And with that realization came understanding. From the memories he had just inherited, Gojo knew exactly why Juno was furious. The boy whose body he now occupied had been refusing to eat, going on a hunger strike. He had chosen starvation over submission—preferring death to being sold as a slave by these pirates.
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