Chapter 1
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"Is this the Burn-Burn Fruit?"
Looking at the orange fruit with strange swirling flame patterns inside the antique wooden box, Dunn's eyes widened.
"This is fucking the world of One Piece?"
Although he surveyed his surroundings—shocked by the bird's nest beneath his feet, at least 10-20 meters in diameter, and the gigantic tree at least 100-200 meters tall—he realized this wasn't his original world.
Because in his original world, there were no birds this massive, nor trees this enormous—unless he'd gone back to the prehistoric era of giant beasts.
In his memory, the last thing he recalled was carrying takeout across a crosswalk at night, then those two blinding headlights rushing toward him.
Did he just hit the jackpot?
In every sense of the word!
The urban legend was actually true—this was ridiculous.
But even more ridiculous: while searching for a way down from this height of at least a hundred meters, he found an antique wooden box.
When he opened it, he saw a distinctly peculiar fruit inside.
As someone who'd followed the anime for over twenty years, Dunn recognized this oddly shaped fruit immediately.
"So, I've really traversed into the One Piece world?"
Subconsciously picking up the orange fruit from the box, Dunn muttered to himself.
He still couldn't fully believe it, but there was a better way to confirm.
Dunn stared at the fruit in his hand, his lips tightening.
If this truly was that extremely dangerous world of One Piece for ordinary people, then for him, this Devil Fruit—mocked as something "even dogs wouldn't eat"—was his lifeline right now.
Given his current situation, he couldn't defend against most dangers.
Even if he luckily escaped this island and found civilization, he'd be helpless against pirates.
The story never depicted the true brutality of pirates killing, but now that he'd actually arrived in this world...
After all, this was a Logia-type.
No matter how it was ridiculed, it was still Logia, embodying the natural force of fire.
At the very least, passive elementalization alone could handle most threats.
The only downside was becoming a hammer (unable to swim).
But the pros outweighed the cons.
In mere moments, these thoughts raced through Dunn's mind. His gaze fell back on the fruit, and he unconsciously swallowed.
Eating it would grant Logia flame powers—and confirm this was the One Piece world.
If he gained no power or died from poison... well, tough luck.
Crunch!
Without further hesitation, Dunn took a big bite of the Burn-Burn Fruit.
Yep, the taste was spot on.
Almost instantly as the pulp entered his mouth, that thought popped into Dunn's head.
In the One Piece world, Devil Fruits were described as excruciatingly disgusting—no one could eat them calmly.
Many even said Devil Fruits tasted worse than shit.
Now, he understood that feeling. He didn't know what shit tasted like, but the pulp in his mouth was a collection of the most revolting flavors he'd ever hated in his life.
It was as if his body was desperately rejecting it.
A deep, soul-level aversion.
But having hit the jackpot (in a truck accident), Dunn steeled himself with ruthless determination.
A man without grit can't stand firm.
Being ruthless to oneself is harder than to others.
Dunn strained his neck, swallowing the mouthful whole, then bit into the remaining fruit again.
Crunch! Crunch!
Bite after bite.
Until the last mouthful went down, Dunn collapsed on his side, his face turning green.
This was the body's stress reaction.
He finally understood why so many transmigrator seniors said Devil Fruits tasted like shit—they might not have eaten shit, but they surely thought shit was the world's worst-tasting thing.
But Dunn had a feeling: compared to a Devil Fruit, shit might actually count as a delicacy.
After a long while, Dunn barely managed to sit up, the discomfort fading.
At the same time, he felt something new in his body—like an instinct, or rather, a power.
Whoosh!
A ball of flame rose and burned in his raised hand.
The high heat had no effect on him; instead, it felt warm.
The flames didn't damage his clothes at all.
No—it should be said that even the sleeve on his arm turned into flame.
With a wave, he dispersed the fire. The sleeve on his wrist was perfectly intact.
"Confirmed. I've come to the One Piece world, become a Devil Fruit user. What am I now? A Burn-Burn Human?"
Dunn muttered to himself.
It sounded self-deprecating, but it was actually a sign of relief.
Though his personality was fairly steady, anyone facing apparent transmigration couldn't stay completely calm.
He'd seemed composed earlier, but inside, he was panicking hard.
Especially discovering the massive bird's nest underfoot—and three eggs inside taller than him.
Even dinosaurs couldn't lay eggs this big.
Now, with this elementalization ability, at least for the immediate and near future, potential crises were no longer crises.
After all, a Logia user was nearly invincible against opponents without Haki.
Passive elementalization alone left such foes helpless.
This gave him a foundation to survive.
Realizing this relaxed Dunn, allowing him to calmly assess his surroundings.
Beneath him was a gigantic bird's nest, perhaps 20 meters across.
If the nest had an owner, that bird's wingspan was likely 40-50 meters.
For reference, an Argentavis (extinct giant bird) had a 54-meter wingspan? No—actually, the real Argentavis had about 7 meters; perhaps he meant a fighter jet or something, but anyway.
Even with the Burn-Burn Fruit as backup, Dunn had no intention of facing such a monster head-on.
After circling once, Dunn frowned silently.
Getting down wouldn't be easy. Though Logia powers might let him fall from 100-200 meters without dying, Dunn didn't want to test it.
He wasn't like Kaido—with that monstrous physique.
Yes, he'd already checked his body. Though it looked like a 14-15-year-old's, it was definitely his—complete with the scar on his knee from a childhood accident.
"Trouble."
Dunn sighed with a frown, his gaze landing on the three massive eggs in the nest.
There was another way: set the nest on fire.
Though huge, it was built from branches, dry grass, and giant feathers—perfect kindling.
With Burn-Burn powers, he could survive in the flames, as long as he landed on the supporting trunk below.
And maybe even enjoy some roasted giant bird eggs.