My name is Gern Reginald Sigmar.
I'm a transmigrator.
Once upon a time, I used to fantasize about rampaging across the world of One Piece, standing at the top of the seas.
Unfortunately, reality smashed that fantasy to pieces.
No system.No cheat abilities.Not even a half-decent golden finger.
But that was fine. At the very least, I still had one advantage—foresight.
With my knowledge of the plot, surely I could latch onto some powerful figure and ride my way to success, right?
That naïve belief was completely shattered when I turned ten.
That day, my hands trembled as I stared at a crumpled newspaper. Printed across it was a name that sent chills straight down my spine—
"Golden Roger."
Not Gol D. Roger.
Golden Roger.
In that instant, I realized the world had already veered far off the path I remembered.
This wasn't the age after Roger's death.This was the era when Rocks still reigned at his peak.
And I—someone who had only ever watched One Piece through short clips on TikTok—had somehow landed right in the middle of it.
The very next day, just to make sure I'd have food to eat, I clutched a recruitment notice for a menial position at the West Blue Marine Branch and enlisted without looking back.
If even a deserter like Coby could rise from errand boy to Marine Colonel in just two years, then surely a transmigrator like me could do even better.
Reality, however, proved me very wrong.
Four years.
A full four years.
With no background, no connections, and nothing but desperation, I scraped together bribes, pulled every string I could, and still only managed to reach the position of Second-Class Logistics Private.
Our famous instructor, Zephyr, had already been promoted to Vice Admiral due to his reputation as "Black Arm," with no intention of training the next generation anytime soon.
Sure, there were still openings at the Marine Academy affiliated with Headquarters…
But I was nothing more than a three-nothing product from the West Blue branch—no Haki, no Devil Fruit, no talent.Other than brute strength, I had nothing to speak of.
As for earning promotion through military merit?
Don't be ridiculous.
In an era where the Rocks Pirates were running rampant, that was suicide.
So if death was inevitable either way…
I might as well gamble big.
Devil Fruits.
That was my answer.
Just one would be enough to completely rewrite my fate.
And the opportunity lay in the God Valley Incident.
Six Devil Fruits.A reward prepared for the Celestial Dragons.
This was the moment I had waited four years for.
To prepare for it, I pinched every berry I could, navigated the criminal underworld of the West Blue, risked my life countless times, and even mortgaged my own organs to loan sharks.
Thirty million Berries.
Along with countless bribes, I finally secured a spot among the Marines escorting the Celestial Dragons on their so-called "educational trip."
Four years of endurance—all for this moment.
This was no longer just a gamble with my life.
I was betting on the future of the world itself.
Year 1484 of the Sea Calendar — God Valley
"Hah—!"
Gern was violently dragged out of unconsciousness, his eyes snapping open.
"Conqueror's Haki again…?"
This was already the fiftieth time he'd been knocked out. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to push himself upright.
He quickly scanned his surroundings.
He was lying at the edge of a dense forest on the outskirts of God Valley. The coastline wasn't far away.
Then, memories flooded back like a crashing tide.
The Celestial Dragons' hunting game.The sudden storm.The ambush by the Rocks Pirates.Roger and Garp making their appearance—
And finally, that clash of Conqueror's Haki powerful enough to tear the sky apart… followed by total darkness.
"Damn it!"
Gern slammed his fist into the ground.
"What time is it now? How long was I unconscious? The battle—"
He forced himself to stand, his legs trembling from the lingering pressure of Roger and Rocks' overwhelming Haki.
Through the dense canopy, the sky had turned an eerie crimson. Distant booms echoed like muffled thunder.
"It's not over already… right?"
Fear coiled around his heart like a venomous serpent.
According to what he remembered before losing consciousness, the battle at God Valley should have already erupted—Roger and Garp fighting the Rocks Pirates head-on.
And those six Devil Fruits that could change everything…
Gern bit his lip until blood filled his mouth, forcing himself to calm down.
"The Fish-Fish Fruit… the Paw-Paw Fruit… they should still be somewhere on the island…"
His voice suddenly faltered.
Deep down, he knew the truth.
That brutal battle, lasting less than a day, had already ended.
When the sky-splitting Conqueror's Haki vanished, it signaled the end of the Rocks era.
And now… there were no more sounds of battle—only scattered cheers from the Marines.
"It's over…"
The thought coiled around his heart and sank its fangs deep.
The Fish-Fish Fruit had gone to that young woman.The Paw-Paw Fruit had been eaten by Bartholomew Kuma.The remaining Devil Fruits… were surely long gone.
Four years of planning.
Over twenty million Berries borrowed against his life and organs.
All of it—a joke.
"So in the end… I actually…"
His fists trembled uncontrollably as years of suppressed frustration exploded.
"AHH!"
With a roar, Gern smashed his fist into a nearby oak tree.
The impact shook the tree violently—and something fell.
A white apple dropped straight down and struck him squarely on the head.
The impact stunned him for a moment. Instinctively, his gaze followed the object that had hit him.
"This…"
What he saw was a strange apple, its surface cracked with pale white patterns like shattered crystal.
A Devil Fruit.
Gern snatched it up instantly, pupils contracting sharply as his fingers tightened around it.
He looked up at the tree.
Ordinary apples—red and green—hung sparsely among the branches, swaying gently in the breeze.
They looked nothing like the one in his hand.
Gern stared at the pale Devil Fruit, its cracked patterns glinting eerily in the sunlight.
"Crunch!"
Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and bit down hard.
The moment the flesh touched his tongue, an indescribable, nauseating taste surged through him—but he forced himself to swallow.
"Ugh—ahhh!!"
Gern dropped to his knees.
"This taste…!"
Before he could complain, his body suddenly convulsed.
Bones, muscles, and blood were pierced by countless microscopic shockwaves. Every nerve in his body vibrated at an unbearable frequency.
His vision warped. The ground rippled like waves on the sea. Even the air trembled unnaturally.
"Buzz—!"
Suddenly, the world fell into eerie silence.
Gern's pupils shrank.
He could feel it—his body was disappearing.
No… not disappearing.
It was transforming into something more fundamental.
And more than that—
He could create and control these vibrations.
Realizing this, Gern lowered his gaze.
Under his control, his arm became semi-translucent, trembling as though composed of countless vibrating particles, subtly pulsing with every breath.
With a thought, he clenched his fist.
"BOOM—!!"
An invisible shockwave erupted. The air in front of him shattered like glass, and the shockwave swept outward in a fan, reducing every tree within ten meters to dust.
"This… this is… Tremor?!" Gern stared at his palm in disbelief. "No—!"
He could clearly feel it.
He wasn't using an external medium.
He himself was the source of the vibrations—the embodiment of seismic force itself.
With a single thought, his body transformed into an invisible shockwave, passing cleanly through a shattered tree trunk and reforming on the other side.
"As expected—elementalization!" Gern shouted in exhilaration. "It's Logia!!"
Then he froze.
"Wait… wasn't the Tremor-Tremor Fruit supposed to be Paramecia? So why did mine turn out to be a Logia?!"