In the year 1491 of the Sea Circle Calendar—the age later called the Sea Circle Calendar—upon the Grand Line—
Across the Calm Belt flanking the stretch of sea that led into the New World, three burning meteors tore through the heavens.
Trailing golden, crimson, and indigo flames, they ripped apart the clouds and plummeted toward a solitary island, wrapped in divine radiance.
When the last traces of light faded, the northern hillside had become a crater nearly a hundred meters wide. Amidst the scorched earth and shimmering heat, three small figures slowly took form.
The red and blue ones lay curled at the bottom of the pit, brows furrowed as though trapped in a nightmare. Between them, the golden figure's eyelids trembled—on the verge of waking.
Sure enough, in the next instant—
Her eyes opened—crimson pupils flickering to life, capturing the boundless blue sky within them. Whether familiar or foreign, she could tell only one thing: she was outdoors.
Lying on her back beneath the heavens, her cascading hair shimmered like liquid sunlight, scattering fine glimmers across her bare skin.
"A strange sky… wait, not a ceiling?"
The ethereal, childish voice slipped from her lips before she even realized it, and the golden-haired girl froze.
Her fingertips brushed against her throat—it was warm, like the touch of early winter sunlight. Unreal.
"My voice… what's going on with my voice?"
It was utterly unlike the voice she remembered as her own.
Of course, given that her current existence had no proper "vocal cords," she couldn't be sure what her voice used to sound like—but it definitely wasn't this.
It was clear, angelic, tinged with youth—an unearthly timbre that reminded one of a choir's hymn, pure enough to wash the rust from a weary soul and turn it to glass once more.
Beautiful, yes—but the most crucial point was that it was female, and distinctly childlike.
A glint of gold at the edge of her vision confirmed it—this was not her body.
Or rather, not the body of the male human once known as You Ling.
And soon, she noticed something even stranger.
No panic. No fear.
The little girl was disturbingly calm—unnaturally so, as if this small frame housed an ancient and perfectly rational being.
Despite awakening in a foreign world, in a foreign body, with a foreign voice—she felt nothing. No anxiety, no doubt.
That, she thought grimly, was not a good sign.
It's like my emotions are being suppressed… my sensitivity dulled. So the change isn't just physical—it's mental too.
She flexed her arms, testing the movement—no stiffness, no pain. Her body responded flawlessly, almost instinctively.
After confirming that her physical functions were intact, the golden figure closed her eyes and began organizing her thoughts.
The environment has changed—likely a case of "transmigration." Whether it's time travel or world-hopping, I can't say. No clue if this is still Earth.
The body's changed too—so it's either "reincarnation" or "possession." But there's no trace of another soul, and no foreign memories, so… unclear for now.
My personality seems altered, but my memories remain intact. I still recognize myself as "You Ling." That's good.
Finding at least one anchor to hold on to, her brows relaxed slightly.
Unlike other transmigrators, she didn't wake up knowing which world she'd landed in, didn't inherit anyone's memories, and definitely didn't get a cheat-like "System" to guide her.
Her transmigration was pure darkness—total unknowns inside and out.
Her only reference point was the one undeniable truth: sshe was still You Ling.
Having sorted her thoughts, the golden figure finally turned to the two small bodies lying nearby—one red, one blue—still unconscious.
The moment her gaze fell upon them, a strange resonance stirred deep within her soul. It told her, beyond doubt, that the two before her were also You Ling.
How… unbelievable.
Seeing "two other selves" was an uncanny feeling indeed.
Looking at the two familiar color schemes, she absentmindedly lifted a strand of her own golden hair to eye level.
The texture wasn't quite that of human hair—it felt warm, delicate, like flowing gold.
Gold. Red. Blue.
Three colors. Such deliberate symbolism almost begged for interpretation—and given what she'd been doing before the transmigration…
No, I should confirm it first.
She let the hair fall back over her shoulders and, as she glanced down, realized that she was stark naked.
No embarrassment, no awkwardness. Acting purely on instinct, she drew upon the unfamiliar energy flowing through her body.
Golden divine power shimmered into existence, weaving itself into a long white gown traced with radiant golden runes. A wing-shaped hair ornament formed behind her left ear, pinning her hair gracefully in place—all so naturally, as though it had always belonged there.
Once finished, the golden girl crouched, picked up the two smaller ones—one in each hand—and lightly leapt out of the crater. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, searching.
Spotting a large, smooth boulder nearby, she laid the other two gently against it, then placed her hand on its surface.
With a mere thought, a thread of golden flame sliced horizontally through the stone.
The heat left a flawless, mirror-like surface—enough for her to finally see her reflection.
As I thought. That confirms the body issue.
The mirror showed a face You Ling knew all too well—
The very same face he had sculpted with his own hands: the anthropomorphic form of The Winged Dragon of Ra.
Only now, the face was perfect—beyond any sculpted imitation, flawless from every angle.
And notably, she looked younger than the original seventeen- or eighteen-year-old design—perhaps ten at most.
So my appearance was regressed. Maybe it's because my soul was split?
Feeling her smaller frame, she recalled the sensation of her soul tearing apart before losing consciousness. A quick glance at the other two "You Lings" lying nearby confirmed it at once.
Red and blue. Smaller still—around eight or nine years old.
Yu-Gi-Oh… transmigration… soul fragmentation… divided into three… the Three Egyptian Gods… the figurines…
"The man named You Ling was playing Yu-Gi-Oh! when he transmigrated. His soul split into three, each merging with the power of one of the Egyptian Gods—and their figures became the vessels for new bodies.
That would mean I inherited the power of The Winged Dragon of Ra."
It was an accurate deduction—how could it not be? A body capable of holding divine power would naturally possess an intellect to match.
She checked herself over—no wings, no tail, no strange markings glowing across her skin. Clean. Entirely human in appearance.
That alone brought a small sense of relief.
After all, the original hand-crafted figurine, though humanoid, still carried certain divine traits from the card artwork—wings, tails, radiant rings of light.
And while such "attachments" might be awe-inspiring to look at, for someone who had spent over twenty years as an ordinary human, they might take some getting used to.
Though, if this body grows, will those features grow too? Or can I control them?
If I can… then could I one day fully "deify"—transform completely into Ra's true form?
Her mood lightened slightly after solving one mystery—but her thoughts were already drifting toward far stranger speculation.
Meanwhile, the two smaller figures began to stir, shifting and mumbling in their sleep before jolting awake.
"Sky Dragon, you traitor! Croak—no, don't shoot me again!"
"Ah—Obelisk! I swear I didn't mean to use you as tribute!"
The red and blue pair practically leapt to their feet, clutching their chests in fright, still trapped in whatever dreams they'd been having.
The golden girl looked at them for a moment, then spoke in that clear, bell-like voice:
"…So we really did split into three."
The red-haired boyish one (the Slifer shard) blinked, finally registering their surroundings. "Wait. This—this isn't our room. Where's the PC? Where's the duel screen?"
The blue-haired one (the Obelisk shard) frowned more calmly. "This air… salty. It's the sea. And that sun's too bright. This isn't the old world."
"Correct," the golden one said. "This is another world. And judging from the layout of the seas… this might be the world where pirates rule."
"…Pirates?" Red's eyes lit up. "Like, One Piece pirates?"
Blue followed her gaze toward the distant shoreline. Beyond the hillside, far below, the island's coast curved inward around a natural bay. Even from here, they could see the massive sea kings occasionally rolling in the distant Calm Belt, and seabirds wheeling around a reef.
"That's right," Gold murmured. "Four Blues. Grand Line. Calm Belt. If those are all real… then we ended up in that ocean."
She looked down at her small hand, then at the other two.
"In this world… our name won't be 'You Ling' anymore."
The wind from the sea swept up the hillside, catching her golden hair and billowing her divine-white gown like a banner.
"From here on… we'll need a name that fits this world."
She didn't know yet that somewhere below, the islanders who had seen three lights fall from the sky would soon start calling the golden one "the storm from the heavens."
And that name—once shaped into human words—would be:
Valeria Skystorm.
...
Far out at sea, a Marine patrol ship of the G-5 line was already turning its bow toward the smoke pillar on the island. A Den-Den Mushi crackled to life.
"Headquarters, this is Observation Post L-19. We have visual on an unidentified impact in the Calm Belt—correction, three impacts.
Light-based descent, no known Devil Fruit signature.
Possible World Government priority target.
Requesting immediate classification."
The response came back, low and wary:
"Hold position. Do not engage until Cipher Pol arrives."
The three children on the island, still half-dazed from their rebirth, had no idea—
the world had already noticed them.
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