"Who am I?"
"Where am I?"
"What am I supposed to be doing?"
A super-tall young man (3 meters tall) sat in the main seat, totally confused.
Wasn't he just messing around with some girls in a haunted house?
How did everything change in, like, two seconds?
He looked around.
This place was definitely not a haunted house.
Finally, his eyes landed on a woman standing nearby.
'Helloooo, nurse.' His eyes lit up.
She wasn't a perfect 10, but she was a solid 8.5.
Plus, she had that special something only older women have.
Her body was, let's just say, very well-developed.
She had curves in all the right places, and she looked both super classy and crazy hot at the same time.
'Man, mature married women were just... wow.'
"Tsk..."
As if her hotness triggered it, a sharp pain stabbed him in the head.
Then, a ton of memories flooded his brain...
"Holy sh*t..."
He'd been isekai'd.
He'd transmigrated!
The original owner of this body was named Lancelot.
He was a second-generation marine.
His dad was a Vice Admiral, but one who just hung out at the Holy Land Mariejois.
His "cheap old man" wasn't strong (he fought like a basic Captain), but man, he knew how to kiss ass.
If you make the Celestial Dragons happy, you get promoted.
Easy.
As this guy's son, Lancelot got sent to the East Blue for a super-safe, cushy job.
His dad had to—anywhere else was too dangerous.
With a hilarious 55 Doriki, Lancelot was only barely stronger than a normal dude.
Anywhere else, he'd be cannon fodder for the cannon fodder.
But the East Blue? That was different.
You could count the number of tough pirates there on one hand.
As long as he didn't go looking for trouble, he could chill for a few years and get promoted.
Of course, being a nepo baby had its perks.
He started as a Lieutenant right away, skipping all the grunt work.
His dad was good for something, at least.
So, his background was decent.
His talent? Not so much.
His dad at least had some muscle... but this guy? He inherited zero of the "talent" and all of the "trash" traits.
The second he got to Loguetown, he set his sights on someone.
When Lancelot snapped back to reality, he felt sick.
Turns out, the hot older woman in front of him? He'd kidnapped her.
Well, "forced" her, really.
Because he'd taken her son hostage.
'Damn.'
'Just... damn.'
'No wonder she was staring at me like she wanted to set me on fire.'
'But honestly, the original Lancelot had great taste!'
Even our new Lancelot felt his blood pressure rise.
His "little captain" was already standing at attention.
Well... when in Rome?
Maybe he should finish what the guy started?
After all, he'd taken over this dude's body.
Might as well... honor his last wishes? Right?
Can't just borrow a guy's body for free!
"Ahem..."
So, Lancelot followed the original guy's script and said, "Madam, you wouldn't want anything to happen to your son, would you?"
As he said it, his eyes did a shameless lap all over Lise's body.
"You—"
The mature woman, Lise, was so mad she was vibrating.
A woman like her knew exactly what that look meant.
But she also knew this guy was a Marine Lieutenant.
She was just a civilian.
She couldn't fight back.
Still, she was angry enough to yell.
"How can you do this? I already brought the sword you asked for!"
"Sword? What sword?"
Lancelot blinked, confused.
Then another memory popped up.
Oh!
The sword was just a trick to get her here
. And she actually fell for it.
Did the original Lancelot really want a sword?
No—he wanted you, lady! How naive!
Tsk tsk.
Still, Lancelot's attention moved to the long case Lise was holding.
Honestly, her grandfather had been a big deal in the East Blue—a master of using two swords.
Naturally, the swords he used were kind of famous.
Flame Dragon and Frost Demon.
He passed them down to his two daughters.
The one in the case was Frost Demon.
As a guy, some things just get your attention.
Fast rides, big guns, cool swords, hot women... and, yeah, definitely cool swords!
This one was left by a top-dog of the East Blue.
It couldn't be junk.
So, Lancelot got curious. "Let me see it."
Lise gave him a suspicious look, but after a second, she handed over the long case.
Lancelot opened it. Inside was a normal-looking katana.
"Lancelot, what the hell are you doing?!"
Just then, Smoker slammed the door open with Tashigi right behind him.
He was glaring at Lancelot like he wanted to punch him.
Clearly, someone had snitched.
Their timing was too perfect.
This was bad.
Smoker was his boss.
And, more importantly, Smoker could deck him.
Lancelot frowned.
"Ah, Captain Smoker. What a... total surprise. Whatcha doing here?"
"Surprise?" Smoker scoffed. "We got a report that you kidnapped a civilian woman."
As he spoke, he looked over at Lise.
A little smirk played on his lips—like he'd already caught Lancelot red-handed.
Smoker knew exactly why Lancelot was here.
What he hated most were jerks who used family connections and had no morals.
This was the perfect chance to boot this clown out—no excuses needed.
Hearing this, Lancelot immediately put on his best "who, me?" face.
He pointed at the box in Lise's hands, looking totally wronged.
"Captain! This fine lady... she admires my amazing hero work! You know, fighting pirates! She wanted to give me her family sword so I can be even more awesome! How is that 'kidnapping' anyone? Captain Smoker, this is slander... You're slandering me!"
"Admires your 'heroic deeds'?"
Smoker and Tashigi both looked like they'd just sucked on a lemon.
If they remembered right, the last time they chased a pirate crew, this guy had practically wet his pants when the fighting started.
The nerve of this guy to claim she admired his "heroic deeds"!
They'd seen shameless people before, but this was next-level.
Thinking of Lancelot's father, they both muttered to themselves.
Smoker ignored him and turned to Lise.
Seeing the katana in the open box, he actually paused for a second.
"Did she really... just come to offer a sword?"
Tashigi, however, stepped forward, all business.
"Ma'am, it's okay. You can speak freely. Captain Smoker is here for you!"