On a vast chanical island filled with towering tal structures and whirring gears, lively sounds echoed across the land.
"Waaah!!!"
A massive chanical dinosaur opened its jaws and spewed a burst of flas. The heat instantly ignited a huge cooking pot prepared for the children gathered nearby.
Their eyes sparkled with excitent.
"Wow! The chanical Dragon Knight is so cool!"
Standing proudly on the dinosaur's head was a pot-bellied middle-aged man wearing a hat decorated with spinning chanical gears. He raised his chin proudly, basking in the admiration of the surrounding crowd.
"The chanical dragon is amazing!"
"As expected of the King's super invincible number one cooking steel dragon! Look at the way it breathes fire!"
"When I grow up, I want to beco an invincible chanical Dragon Knight too!"
Across the island, nurous chanical beasts moved through the fields and rivers. So harvested crops, others planted seeds, while several guarded the city or fished along the shore.
Each chanical creature had a middle-aged operator standing on its head, carefully controlling the machines personally designed by their King.
"Fortunately, we have the King. He is the fated ruler granted to our nation by heaven!"
The citizens cheered joyfully.
Many of them turned toward a gigantic stone statue in the distance.
It was an extrely strange statue of a man with his pants lowered, caught in the act of relieving himself. Despite the ridiculous pose, the people gazed at it with deep reverence.
This statue had been carved according to the exact likeness of their great King. In fact, almost every household in the country kept a smaller version of the sa statue.
This land was called Gear Country.
Only a few months earlier, their nation had stood on the brink of destruction.
On that day, the Forr Tyrant King had planned to ignite the entire country.
Hundreds of thousands of people lived on this island, yet he intended to blow them all up without hesitation.
His reason was absurd.
He wanted to destroy the entire island simply to make a beautiful woman, the disaster that had ruined the nation, smile as she watched the flas consu everything.
The people were powerless against the tyrant's massive chanical army.
They could only watch in despair as explosives were piled throughout the country. With a single flick of fire, the tyrant lit the fuse.
Boom.
Just as the burning fuse began racing toward the explosives, a figure suddenly descended from the sky.
A huge claw-shaped crater appeared on the ground as the man landed.
"Ow! Where did this send ? Am I still on the Grand Line?"
The strange man stood in an awkward pose, making odd noises as he looked around in confusion.
Then sothing unbelievable happened.
Before the fuse could reach the explosives, the man calmly removed his underwear in front of the stunned crowd and used an unstoppable stream of water to extinguish the burning fuse.
Just like that, the entire country was saved.
Afterward, the mysterious man defeated the tyrant's so-called invincible chanical army and drove away both the tyrant and his evil queen.
From that day forward, the nation was reborn.
Under the guidance of their new ruler, the island flourished more than ever before.
It had beco a brand new Gear Country.
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Inside the Forr Tyrant's enormous research laboratory, sparks of blue electricity flickered constantly.
Zzzzt! Zzzzt! Zzzzt!
A tall, muscular figure wearing nothing but red shorts was busy welding pieces of tal together.
Clang. Clang. Clang.
Suddenly, a chaotic wave of footsteps echoed through the corridor.
The laboratory doors burst open.
"King! King!"
A group of n and won rushed inside. Their clothes were decorated with chanical gears and tal ball bearings, giving them a futuristic appearance.
Every one of them looked at the man inside with deep admiration.
"Ow! I already told you! The super excellent isn't your King!"
The muscular man stopped welding and turned around in irritation.
"I'm only borrowing your King's research lab to build things that interest !"
Anyone familiar with the Straw Hat Pirates would imdiately recognize him.
The explosion-haired man in red shorts was none other than Franky, the shipwright of the Straw Hat crew and a proud cyborg.
"Okay, King!"
However, the group completely ignored his protest.
The young woman leading them stepped forward. She had large chanical gears hanging from her ears and an expression filled with admiration.
"The materials you requested have been found in the secret storage room the Tyrant left behind."
With that, she pulled out a heavy block of tal.
"Ow! This is perfect! I needed exactly this!"
Franky grabbed the still-warm tal and inspected it carefully. After a mont, he nodded with great satisfaction.
"Ow! Thank you all so much!"
"As long as we can help the King, we are willing to offer everything."
The young woman blushed deeply as she spoke. Her posture beca slightly coy as she twisted her body shyly.
The aning behind her gaze was obvious.
If Franky gave even the slightest hint of interest, she would willingly offer herself to him without hesitation.
"Ow! I understand! Thank you for finding these valuable materials for !"
Franky, however, completely ignored the hidden aning. He simply smiled gratefully.
"Don't worry! Before I leave, I will definitely create more chanical beasts to help you protect your country. With those machines and the blueprints I leave behind, you won't need to fear pirates or tyrants anymore!"
"What? You're leaving?"
The young woman's expression instantly fell.
The ministers behind her were equally shocked.
"You are the fated ruler of Gear Country! Where are you going? We are willing to follow you anywhere!"
The others imdiately joined in.
"Yes! You are our King. You cannot leave!"
"If you leave, our country will perish!"
"King, please stay in Gear Country and rule us!"
"Ow! That won't work! I'm not a King!"
Franky's explosion hair flared wildly as he shouted.
"I'm a super invincible super pervert!"
"There are too many of you anyway. This island is your ancestral ho. You can't abandon it just to follow . Don't worry about your country falling apart. I'll build plenty of chanical beasts so you can defend yourselves!"
"Did we do sothing wrong?"
The young female minister lowered her head. Her eyes turned red with tears.
"Our country cannot lose its fated King. If you leave and the tyrant returns, the island will be ignited again."
"That's right!"
"King, please stay!"
"This entire country belongs to you!"
"Whatever you desire, we will do our best to fulfill it. Please do not abandon us!"
The most powerful figures in the country pleaded desperately with the strange man in shorts.
Anyone else might have softened under such heartfelt appeals.
But Franky remained completely unmoved.
"Ow! Allow to refuse!"
He suddenly clapped his hands together and struck an extrely strange pose, bending forward with his backside sticking out.
"I never agreed to beco your King. A brave pervert is never bound by sothing like that!"
"What you deserve, I will not forget. But I absolutely refuse to be your King!"
Franky then changed his pose again, forming a bizarre mask-like gesture with his hands.
"Ow! I am the shipwright of the Straw Hat Pirates!"
"Our adventure will not change just because of your pleas!"
This was Franky.
A proud super pervert who had absolutely no interest in power.
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