Chapter 1: Beginning
1510.
North Blue.
In the cold waters of the North Blue, there was a large island.
Not poor.
Not forgotten.
At its center stood a massive stone castle—
tall, heavy, and oppressive, as if it was crushing the land beneath it.
Men dressed in black patrolled the walls.
Weapons in their hands.
Empty expressions on their faces.
They were the mafia.
The castle's guards.
People who decided who lived—and who didn't.
Consciousness returned slowly.
At first, there was silence.
Then came the smell.
Heavy.
Sweet.
A mix of expensive alcohol and dried blood that had never been washed away.
Kai opened his eyes.
The ceiling was unfamiliar.
High. White.
Covered in carved patterns—too luxurious for a hospital, too cold for a home.
…Where am I?
He tried to move.
His body didn't respond.
Small hands.
Too light.
Too weak.
That was when the memories struck.
Not his.
Someone else's.
They didn't come gently.
They crashed into him all at once.
Kai understood immediately.
He had died.
And been reborn.
This was the world of One Piece.
The North Blue.
And this body…
belonged to a child who was not free.
He didn't know what he felt.
Joy?
Sadness?
His thoughts were strangely calm.
I guess… I should introduce myself.
My name is Kai.
In my previous life, I was twenty years old.
I studied in college and worked every night just to earn enough money for food—for my mother and my younger sister.
As for my father…
He was an alcoholic.
Every day he drank.
Every day he beat me.
My mother.
My sister.
Eventually, he died from alcohol.
But before that, he broke my mother.
Not just mentally—
physically.
Because of her injuries, she could no longer work.
From that day on, I lived only for them.
Work during the day.
Work during the night.
Then my mother died.
The injuries he gave her finally took her life.
That day, I swore I would protect my sister.
That she would never suffer the way we did.
I failed.
When I went to pick her up from school, some men attacked us.
I told her to run.
To find help.
They beat me.
Hard.
Mercilessly.
And then—
Right in front of my eyes—
They raped her.
And killed her.
The last thing I heard was her voice:
"Please… help me, big brother…"
After that, I lost consciousness.
I woke up in a hospital.
The doctors told me they couldn't save her.
After those words, the world went silent.
I didn't hear anything else they said.
I ran.
Escaped from the hospital.
I ran through the streets without seeing the road ahead.
It was raining heavily.
When I finally came to my senses, I was standing in the middle of the road.
Then—
A car appeared out of nowhere.
At full speed.
The last thing I felt was relief.
That was how my story ended.