In the New World, aboard a pirate ship.
Rainer slowly opened his eyes.
The air was thick with perfume and the heady scent of feminine warmth.
He shifted slightly and felt smooth, supple skin against his own.
Yet he did not indulge in the sensation. Instead, he gently pushed aside the naked bodies draped over him.
With a thought, a blue panel appeared before his eyes, visible only to him.
Succubus Growth System
System Function: Gain attribute points through intimate contact with the opposite sex. The stronger the individual, the more attribute points gained.
Succubus Special Skill 1: Body Adaptation. The host may freely adjust his body proportions during intimacy.
Succubus Special Skill 2: Not yet awakened.
Current Attributes:
Strength: Rear Admiral Level (56/300)
Speed: Rear Admiral Level (66/300)
Constitution: Rear Admiral Level (45/300)
Observation Haki: Beginner (66/300)
Armament Haki: Intermediate (36/1000)
Conqueror's Haki: Unawakened
Charm: 93/100
Overall Evaluation: Marine Headquarters Command Level
Attribute Points: 18
Eighteen points from last night. Not bad.
Rainer studied the panel and allowed himself a satisfied smile.
The women still sleeping in the cabin were death warriors trained by a mafia family on a nearby island. They were remarkably strong. Each encounter with them earned him three attribute points.
While physically powerful women granted more points, Rainer still cared most about appearance and figure. Fortunately, these women were clean, beautiful, and strong.
Eighteen points in one night. He was more than satisfied.
Rainer was not originally from this world of pirates. He had transmigrated here as a child.
Shortly after arriving, both of his parents passed away, and he was raised by the local community.
Forced by circumstance, he trained in swordsmanship at the town dojo until adulthood.
He never became a pirate like the other villagers, nor did he join the Marines.
After coming to this world, he quickly realized that being a pirate was nothing like the romantic freedom depicted in comics. Especially not for someone without talent or background like him.
Once at sea, you might go days half-starved, and you had to live in constant fear of capture and being thrown into Impel Down to suffer a miserable death.
As for joining the Marines, that meant daily life-or-death battles against pirates. The mortality rate was staggering.
Yet on his eighteenth birthday, he awakened a system.
The Succubus Growth System.
As long as he engaged in intimacy with women, he would grow stronger.
With that power in hand, Rainer decisively chose the path of piracy.
In less than three years since awakening the system, he had risen from a nobody to the strength of a Rear Admiral.
Of course, he owed much of that to his "gift." The system had not only provided him with a path to power, it had also transformed his body into the perfect succubus form.
Endless stamina. No need for rest. Everything came effortlessly.
If there had been a mirror nearby, one would have seen it clearly.
His features were flawless, as though sculpted by the Creator's own hands.
A pair of black wings, faintly glowing with a blood-red hue, lay folded against his back.
His deep eyes held violet pupils. A single steady gaze was enough to make a woman's heart race and her breath falter.
Combined with a charm value of 93.
To be honest, if he wished, ninety-nine percent of the women in these seas would willingly open their doors to him.
Unfortunately, it was the year 1454 of the Sea Calendar. Many of the beauties from the original storyline had not even been born yet.
Fortunately, succubi were a long-lived race. Otherwise, he might miss out on women like Nami, Robin, Yamato, and the Pirate Empress.
With that thought, Rainer allocated all eighteen attribute points into Constitution.
Constitution: Rear Admiral Level (63/300)
The moment he finished distributing the points, a warm current flowed through his body, nourishing his limbs and bones.
He rose to his feet, casually draped a silk robe over his shoulders, and stepped out of the captain's cabin.
The door creaked open.
Outside, the sky was cloudless, the sunlight dazzlingly bright.
On deck, dozens of muscular pirates were engaged in intense training.
The clash of blades, sharp shouts, and the howl of the sea wind filled the air.
"The captain's up!"
Someone shouted.
All eyes immediately turned toward him, their expressions full of teasing amusement.
"Captain, how was last night?"
"Judging by your energy, it must have been a fierce battle!"
A bearded helmsman, hoisting a massive barbell over his shoulder, winked at him.
"Captain, how many rounds? Let the brothers admire you!"
Laughter erupted across the deck.
Rainer leaned lazily against the doorframe, meeting their gazes. Slowly, he raised one finger.
"One finger?"
The bearded man froze, then shouted in exaggerated disbelief.
"Only once?"
"Bad mood, Captain? Were the ladies not up to the task?"
"That is right. How are we supposed to keep our captain satisfied like this?"
The crew burst into laughter again, the atmosphere lively.
Rainer watched them, a mischievous glint in his smile. He shook his head and slowly spoke three words.
"Without stopping."
The laughter on deck died instantly.
Even the bearded helmsman went pale.
Without stopping?
After three full seconds of stunned silence, the deck exploded with even louder cheers.
"As expected of Captain Rainer!"
"Incredible! Captain, you are my idol!"
"Captain, allow me to worship you!"
Rainer laughed and waved them off. Bantering with his crew, he walked to the ship's rail and gazed out at the endless sea, his expression gradually settling into calm.
"Rob."
"Captain, here!"
A refined-looking man with glasses hurried down from the lookout post, a nautical chart in hand.
"How long until the next island?"
The navigator spread the chart and pointed to a coordinate.
"At our current speed, Captain, we should reach the next island, Dressrosa, in three days."
He paused, tracing a line across the map toward another direction.
"However, Captain, our current course runs a bit close to Hachinosu. Should we alter course?"
Hachinosu.
The base of the Rocks Pirates.
Rainer's eyes narrowed slightly.
The God Valley Incident was still six or seven years away, and this was the era when the Rocks Pirates were beginning to run rampant.
With his current strength, he was not ready to confront them head-on.
Once he reached the level of an Admiral or even an Emperor, perhaps then he could exchange experiences with that king-tier powerhouse.
"Turn the helm."
"We will go around."
"Yes, sir!"
Boom.
The moment Rainer gave the order, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky, engulfing the entire ship.
On deck, the pirates who had been standing just moments ago rolled their eyes back, foam gathering at their lips as their bodies went rigid before collapsing.
In less than three seconds, no one remained standing except Rainer.
A heavy silence fell.
Only the sea wind continued to howl.