Di Shiroi was just an ordinary college student with one extraordinary obsession Blox Fruits. Every night, after his classes and homework, he'd slip on his headset, log in, and lose himself in the world of pirates, fruits, and endless seas.
That night was no different. The moonlight spilled softly through his window as he sat in front of his glowing monitor. The sound of crashing waves and clashing swords filled his headphones.
He smiled.
"One day… I wish I could live in a world like this," he whispered, staring at his character on the screen a powerful swordsman with wind-blown hair and a coat fluttering like a pirate captain's.
But then, something strange happened.
The screen started to blur. The colors twisted like water spiraling down a drain. His head spun, his vision darkened, and before he could move, everything went black.
When Shiroi opened his eyes, he was lying on a wooden floor. The air smelled of salt and cooked fish. Waves lapped gently outside. He sat up confused and found himself in what looked like a floating restaurant.
"Good morning, sir," a polite voice said.
A waiter stood beside him, offering a glass of water.
Shiroi blinked and accepted it. But when he looked down into the glass, his breath caught.
The reflection staring back at him wasn't his own.
It was his avatar the same character he had played in Blox Fruits!
The spiky white hair, the scar across the cheek, the coat fluttering behind him… all of it was real.
"What… what happened to me?" he stammered.
Suddenly, flashes of memory filled his mind the nights he had wished to be reincarnated into his favorite anime world, One Piece. The dream of sailing the Grand Line, eating a Devil Fruit, and meeting Luffy himself.
His heart raced.
"Don't tell me… I've been reincarnated inside One Piece?"
He stood up and walked to the restaurant window. The vast ocean stretched endlessly before him, dotted with seagulls and ships sailing far away. The Jolly Roger flags fluttered in the distance.
"This can't be real…" Shiroi whispered.
But deep down, excitement began to rise in his chest.
Maybe this was his second chance.
Maybe this was the start of his own adventure.
And somewhere across the endless blue, the Straw Hat Pirates were sailing unaware that a new player had just entered their world.