[A/N: This work seems like the copy of the work. one piece : The ship of lust. And yes while writing I have copied so of the elents. It is easy to write in exciting ground work as I am new to writing. Well if I am writing the r-18 work then it is best to take so from my favourite work which had inspired .
But do not worry the work is totally diverted from chapter 15. There may be similarities because of system and because they are fanfic of sa ani. But I assure it is totally different fanfriction and you will enjoy it.]
Sea Circle Calendar, Year 1516.
In the turbulent waters of Paradise—the first half of the Grand Line—Drum Island stood quietly beneath its perpetual winter sky. The kingdom had long been known across the world for its exceptional dical expertise, a reputation built over generations.
However, everything shifted after the old king passed away from illness. As the citizens continued to mourn their compassionate forr ruler, the newly crowned king, Wapol, made the situation far worse.
Wapol had grown up as an excessively pampered prince, spoiled to the point of decay. Unlike his father, he lacked both wisdom and restraint. The mont he took the throne, he began issuing absurd policies ant only to tighten his grip on power. His reckless decisions soon threw the entire nation into confusion.
Among his many foolish decrees, the "Doctor Hunt" beca the most infamous. Determined to control all dical talent for himself, Wapol ordered every doctor in the kingdom to serve him exclusively. Only the select twenty who submitted were spared, earning the collective title of "Doctor-20."
Two doctors managed to escape this purge—Dr. Hiriluk and Dr. Kureha—who continued living freely despite the ongoing manhunt.
As ti passed, Wapol beca even more tyrannical, behaving no differently from the other incompetent rulers scattered throughout the world of One Piece. He tightened his control over the kingdom and governed according to his own twisted desires.
One day, while indulging in his usual routine of overeating and extravagant parties, Wapol received alarming news: Blackbeard's pirates had arrived on Drum Island and were searching for him.
The young king imdiately understood the danger. Blackbeard, once a mber of the Whitebeard Pirates, had recently murdered the 4th Division Commander—a feat that shocked the entire sea.
Escaping the wrath of the Whitebeard Pirates was no small matter; only soone incredibly strong or incredibly reckless could accomplish it.
Realizing that Blackbeard could easily kill him—and knowing his own citizens were far too weak to protect him—Wapol did what many worthless kings would do. He fled. Without hesitation, he abandoned his throne and escaped the kingdom.
Using a tal submarine-like ship modified through his Munch-Munch Devil Fruit, Wapol set a course for the Goa Kingdom. He believed the holand of Marine Hero Monkey D. Garp would be the safest place in the entire East Blue.
After several days at sea, he finally approached the outer waters of the Goa Kingdom. Relieved and confident that he had escaped danger, Wapol began preparing to celebrate his narrow survival—when suddenly—
CRACK!
A violent thunderclap split the sky, shaking the entire ship. Wapol and his crew turned in panic as a human-shaped figure plumted from above, wrapped in raging lightning.
CRASH!
The figure struck directly onto the ship before anyone could react. Purple-red electricity exploded outward in all directions, forming a blinding do of energy that engulfed the entire vessel.
The crew froze in shock as the mysterious figure slamd onto their king.
"What the hell is that!?"
"What's happening!?"
As the lightning slowly receded, the glowing energy contracted inward and began revealing the true shape of the falling object.
"A human…?"
"The king!"
"King Wapol!"
"His Majesty is crushed by this man!"
The guards erupted in panic. Wapol had vanished beneath the blast, leaving them stunned and leaderless.
Monts later, as the last traces of lightning faded, a young man slowly rose from the center of the wreckage—standing there, confused and dazed, as if he had fallen straight from the heavens.
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[MC POV]
"Achoo!"
The icy wind slamd into like a sledgehamr, forcing a violent shiver through my entire body.
"What the hell…? Where am I?"
Before I could gather my bearings, I heard frantic shouting from behind. I turned just in ti to see a man with an afro and a thick mustache leap onto the deck. He was wearing oversized boxing gloves and glared at as he yelled an incomprehensible stream of words.
"Isn't he Kuromarimo? One of Wapol's Guard? Did I… end up in Drum Kingdom?"
"What are you saying? I don't understand! Do you have any clothes? Lend a jacket or sothing!"
I had to shout back while waving my arms in hopes of making myself understood.
The mustached man didn't respond. Instead, he sprinted straight at .
His gloves crackled with electricity as he pulled back his fist, clearly intending to take down what he thought was the king's assassin in a single blow.
"Static Shock Punch!"
'He attacked without warning?'
I stumbled backward in alarm, raising my guard out of instinct. Thankfully, I had trained in boxing for two years back in university. But his speed—his speed was on a completely different level.
Just as panic hit —
BAAAAAAAAAM!
The ship's ropes suddenly twisted to life. They whipped around him and hurled him straight into the sea.
"As far as I know, Kuromarimo was a Devil Fruit user. Is he going to die after being thrown into the sea?"
I never imagined I would land on Wapol's ship the mont I arrived in the One Piece world. The timing was horrifyingly unlucky.
"But where is Wapol? I don't see him anywhere."
In this world, even ordinary people possessed insane physical abilities. Kuromarimo might have been just an officer in a trash‑tier pirate crew, but he was still far beyond what I could handle right now.
"I'VE GOT YOU NOW!"
Another one of Wepol's Guard—Chess—lunged forward with murderous intent.
I staggered backward while desperately trying to think of a way to avoid getting killed.
At the critical mont—
The deck beneath us suddenly split open into a gigantic mouth. It snapped upward and swallowed Chess in a single bite, leaving drenched in cold sweat as I scrambled away.
'What was that? A MOUTH?'
The steel ship, modified by Wapol's Munch‑Munch Devil Fruit, had literally opened beneath our feet. It revealed rows of steel fangs before closing again as though nothing had happened.
My eyes felt like they were about to pop out of my skull.
"Eh? What the hell was that!?"
I leaped backward in terror, afraid the next bite would be aid at .
"That's King Wapol's Paracia Devil Fruit power—the Munch-Munch Fruit."
The guards began cheering wildly.
"King Wapol's alive?"
"Your Majesty, did you swallow this ship?"
"Is that you?"
Whoooosh…!
A cold gust swept across the deck. No answer followed.
"No… the ship itself ate the Munch-Munch Fruit."
Their celebration froze instantly.
King Wapol's Devil Fruit had been "eaten" by a ship… which could only an one thing.
"King Wapol is dead!" a guard scread.
"His Majesty is dead!"
"He killed King Wapol!"
"KINGSLAYER!"
"Bastard—seize him! Avenge the king!"
Panic twisted into fury. They pushed all responsibility and fear onto the strange young man——who had suddenly appeared before them. Capture , kill , bla . Anything to escape facing their own failures.
Besides—whoever avenged Wapol would be praised as a hero.
Even if Wapol was dead, the old king's bloodline wasn't gone. A prince still lived sowhere in exile. Once he returned, the kingdom would need loyal officers again.
Soone lifted a rifle and fired.
BANG! BANG!
The bullets tore through the air with sharp, shrill whistles.
Instinct kicked in. I raised my hand, and the carrier's deck responded instantly—erecting a thick wall of reinforced steel in front of .
DING! DING!
The flintlock bullets bounced off harmlessly, not even scratching the tal.
Several guards charged with swords drawn.
The deck opened its mouth once more—several of them were swallowed whole before they even understood what happened.
Others collapsed mid‑charge, convulsing violently as blue static electricity crawled across their bodies, lifting their hair straight into the air.
Then, without warning, the ship's ropes snapped upright like living serpents. They coiled around the remaining guards and flung them far out into the freezing sea. Their screams faded quickly as they disappeared beneath the waves, their life or death uncertain.
"Did I… did I just wipe out Wapol's entire crew the mont I arrived in the One Piece world?"
The thought hit like a hamr. The deck was silent now, the only sound the distant crashing of waves and the whistling wind.
Then sothing else happened.
A sudden pull tugged at the back of my mind. My consciousness seed to sink and rge with the ship itself. It was as if my thoughts were threading through tal fras, engines, ropes, and steel plates.
A strange, transparent interface shimred into existence before my eyes—floating like a hologram only I could see.
Welco to [The Lust Collection System ver. 2.0]
"Huh?? The Lust Collection System ver. 2.0?? What happened to ver. 1.0? Was there even a version 1.0? Did the system upgrade automatically?"
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