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One piece: The Greatest Swordsman of the Rocks Era!

After transmigrating into the world of One Piece, Ares joins the infamous Rocks Pirates. There, he steals Kaido’s Devil Fruit the Fish-Fish Fruit in its Azure Dragon form and embarks on a terrifying, madness-ridden path that strikes fear into every corner of the world. His name is Ares, universally recognized as the most powerful swordmaster in centuries! Rocks: “He’s the only pirate the Navy doesn’t even want to catch because capturing him would require mobilizing the entire Navy!” “And by ‘entire,’ I mean every last Marine!” Mihawk (“Hawk-Eyes”): “Even these eyes called ‘Hawk-Eyes’ can no longer discern the gap between him and me!” Linlin: “He’s not human, I've never seen a madman like him!” Kaido: “He can cut through anything in the world he desires… even my own body!” Ares is a “madman” whose mind teeters on the brink of sanity. Ares himself asks, “Tell me how can I forge myself into an indestructible, legendary blade?” Synopsis Ares awakens in the One Piece universe with memories of a world-traverser but none of the usual “system” crutches. Determined to carve out his own legend, he infiltrates the feared Rocks Pirates once the most formidable crew the sea has ever known. There, he confronts Kaido and miraculously claims the Azure Dragon form of the Fish-Fish Devil Fruit, forever altering his fate. No longer bound by human limitations, Ares channels his newfound power into mastering the sword. His unprecedented strength and ruthlessness earn him notoriety: the Navy fears even attempting his capture, Yonko tremble at his approach, and the greatest swordsman, “Hawk-Eyes” Mihawk, acknowledges Ares as his superior. Yet, beneath the legend lies a man obsessed with perfection. Haunted by a singular goal to become a blade that can cleave through any obstacle, Ares tests his limits in duels against the world’s strongest, challenges Marine admirals, and even pushes Kaido to the brink. His path of “madness” isn’t mindless chaos, but a relentless pursuit of transcendence: forging his very soul into an unstoppable weapon. As alliances form and enemies mount, Ares must decide whether his insatiable hunger for power will save him or drive him over the edge into true madness. NOTE: This fanfiction was originally crafted in Chinese by its rightful creator. My role here is solely as a translator, aiming to share this story with English-speaking readers while preserving its original spirit and tone. The cover image was sourced online and is used for illustrative purposes only. Full credit and respect go to the original author and the image's rightful owner. Arrigato gozaimasu! Author: 胡子白白 Raw Title: 海贼:洛克斯时代第一剑豪
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The Lich King of Nazarick (An Overlord x OC Story)

THE FALL OF KINGS In the dying days of YGGDRASIL, Ezekiel Douglas ruled as a digital demigod. His avatar—forged in the image of the Lich King himself, Arthas Menethil of Warcraft—stood as a monument to fallen glory, a testament to power purchased with corruption's cold kiss. Frost and fury. Death and domination. Every pixelated plate of that cursed armor whispered of Lordaeron's lost prince, of Frostmourne's fatal seduction, of a throne built on bones and betrayal. Alongside his brother-in-arms, Momonga, Ezekiel commanded the legendary guild Ainz Ooal Gown—forty-one souls strong, forty-one voices unified, forty-one players who'd carved their names into YGGDRASIL's eternal halls with blood and brilliance. They were feared. They were famous. They were inevitable. But empires crumble. Legends fade. Friends drift like smoke through digital fingers. Now the servers stood on death's doorstep, counting down their final, fatal heartbeats. The world was ending—not with apocalyptic thunder, but with the soft, sorrowful click of a logout button. One by one, the guild fell silent. One by one, the heroes departed. One by one, until only two remained. On that last night—that quiet, catastrophic night—Ezekiel and Momonga wandered the Tomb of Nazarick like ghosts haunting their own mausoleum. A final farewell. A funeral march through marble halls. They walked where legends once laughed, where strategies were forged, where virtual immortality seemed certain. They could not have known that midnight would bring metamorphosis. They could not have imagined that the game's ending would be their new beginning. The servers would die at midnight. But death, as the Lich King knew well, was only the beginning. Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Overlord or Warcraft; they belong to Kugane Maruyama and Blizzard Entertainment, respectively. All Rights Reserved
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