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One Piece: The Kingpin

Anthony Zarwick was not a hero. He was a pimp, a criminal, a street predator dressed in gold, a smiling parasite who understood that loyalty was only real until fear, love, or money gave it a better offer. After being betrayed, surrounded, shot in the back, mocked by his own mistakes, and executed in a dirty motel parking lot beneath the lights of Chicago, Anthony expected hell. Instead, he woke up bleeding. Reborn inside the world of pirates as Bluejam, the disgraced captain of the Bluejam Pirates, Anthony finds himself trapped inside the mutilated body of a dying man abandoned near the ashes of Gray Terminal, standing at the edge of betrayal, memory, nobility, and a future where the strong eat, the weak beg, and justice only exists when someone powerful decides it should. Pirates kill for treasure. Marines kill for order. Nobles kill for comfort. Celestial Dragons kill because the world lets them. Society worships power while pretending laws decide who deserves to rule. And Bluejam’s ruined body will come to possess a fruit carrying the most arrogant curse of all. The King-King Fruit. A power with a royal name. A power that sounds like command. A power that may prove kingdoms do not belong to bloodlines, crowns, flags, or thrones. They belong to the man strong enough to make the world kneel. Now surrounded by burnt trash, noble betrayal, pirate enemies, hidden monsters, a mysterious Doll woman who saved his body for reasons far from innocent, and a world already moving toward an age of legends, Anthony must decide what kind of monster survives in a sea like this. Unfortunately for everyone, Anthony Zarwick already knows the answer. (Anthony’s POV) "Let’s start with you." Said Anthony with a bloody smile. ----------------------------------------- WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.
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Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts’ Contracts

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable. Her therapist called her alexithymic. Unable to understand or describe her own emotions. The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access. “You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—” “I’m not here about the meeting.” … “Ugh.” Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal. Then Elara woke up. Not in her office. Not in a hospital. In a different world. In a different body. She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies. How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead? … … “Your Highness, please… ugh…” The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain. “Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips. “Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.” On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists. “Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.” Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared. Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you so much for all the support! I love writing for all of you, but balancing work and writing is quite challenging. If you want me to keep updating consistently, your support really helps. Castle: 10 extra chapters per week Gacha: 20 extra chapters per week Thank you for reading and supporting my story!
K1ERA · 645.5k Views