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One Piece: Start with Rem, My Crew Are All Multiverse Monsters

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Waking up in the world of One Piece, Ark (Suzaku Yareon) finds himself in the worst possible start—tied to a mast, surrounded by vicious pirates, and seconds away from execution. But fate favors the bold. In his desperate moment, he awakens the [Multiverse Summoning System]. The rules are ruthless but simple: Chaos breeds Fame, and Fame summons Legends. With his life on the line, a blue-haired maid with a demonic horn steps out of the void, wielding a flail capable of crushing boulders. "Rem is here to serve." From that day on, the balance of the Grand Line is shattered as his ship becomes a gathering place for beings that defy common sense. First, a Winged Demon descends, her absolute defense mocking Admiral Kizaru's speed of light. She is followed by a Cold-blooded Arrancar, whose green energy blasts bring despair to the absolute justice of Enies Lobby. As they enter the New World, the crew grows even more terrifying. A red-eyed girl, the Wielder of the Demon Sword Murasame, slays a Billion-Berry Calamity with a single scratch. The seas tremble as the Ghost of the Uchiha dares to dance with the Soul Queen herself, while the God of Shinobi treats the 'Strongest Creature' like a mere whip. Finally, an Ice Queen freezes the very ocean just to alleviate her boredom, accompanied by Steel Warships that transform into girls, bombarding enemies with heavy artillery. Sengoku: "Report! Who is this Suzaku? Why does his crew possess abilities that don't exist in our Devil Fruit encyclopedia?!" Suzaku: "Run, struggle, and fear me. The more you talk about me, the stronger my crew becomes."
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The Devil Who Claimed Me

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