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One Piece: The Modern Archive

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"I didn't come here to find the One Piece. I came here to build my own freedom." Caelum was 26 years old when his life was extinguished under the fluorescent lights of a drab office. Without heroes, without gods, and above all, without a leveling system to guide him, he awoke in the waters of a world he only knew from fragments of forgotten stories: the Grand Line. After two years of struggle, hunger, and adaptation, the man who was once a slave to Excel has been reborn. Now, at 28, he sails aboard "The Modern Archive," a hybrid sloop that is both his laboratory and his home. Equipped with the power of the Ion Ion no Mi, Caelum doesn't fight for justice or evil; he fights for the right to never again take orders from anyone. While the world awaits the arrival of a "child of prophecy," Caelum is forging ahead of destiny. Using the science of his former world to enhance his fruit and his love of cooking and music to win the loyalty of those the world had given up for lost, the transmigrant is about to shake the foundations of the East Blue. He's not a hero. He's a man with a past no one knows, a technology no one understands, and a ship where the coffee is always hot and the music never stops.
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