Chapter 1

Prologue: Possessing wealth, fame, and power, Gol D. Roger, the King of the Pirates, uttered words just before his execution that sent people rushing headlong toward the sea: "Want my treasure? If you want it, you can have it. Go find it! I left everything I own in that place." Thus, strong men set sail for the Grand Line in pursuit of their dreams, ushering the world into the Great Age of Pirates! Meanwhile, in the mysterious tunnels of space and time, a soul from the alien world of Blue Star was flying toward the world of Pirates for reasons unknown. Yet somewhere along the way, it seemed to have collided with something—or rather, a few people? ... Looking back now, the starting point of every story resembles the brightest star in the night sky, casting a dazzling brilliance. The source of that light was none other than that seemingly unremarkable day... To him, that morning was as calm as a mirror-smooth lake, without the slightest ripple. It was no different from any other day—just an ordinary morning. Although he had indulged himself deep into the surreal and wonderful world of 2D animation last night, getting lost in that wonderland until past two in the morning, the rhythm of life is like an unceasing clock hand, pausing for no one's preferences. When the time came to get up, he still had to obediently crawl out of his warm bed. After a hasty wash, he grabbed a quick breakfast and set off for the company, like a solitary traveler struggling forward amidst a vast sea of humanity. Along the way, sleepiness crashed over him like a raging tide. He yawned continuously, his eyelids as heavy as boulders, making them almost impossible to keep open. Just then, a sudden disaster struck like a ghost in the night, though immersed in exhaustion, he remained entirely oblivious to it. Suddenly, the piercing screech of brakes and a deafening collision shattered the sky, sounding like a sudden bolt of thunder. When he finally snapped back to his senses and looked in horror toward the source of the noise, an unbelievable scene unfolded before his eyes like a nightmare: a runaway, out-of-control truck was hurtling straight at him like a wild horse broken free of its reins, its massive bulk threatening to swallow the whole world. Even more staggering, as if he were hallucinating, the entire truck appeared like the giant trucks from classic transmigration tropes, waving a thick fist and shouting at the top of its lungs: "It's time to transmigrate, kid!" In that instant, his mind went completely blank, and he couldn't help roaring internally: "This is a six-lane one-way street, twelve lanes total across both directions! This is an absolute nightmare!" How could something like this possibly happen? Just how on earth did you manage to plow all the way across from the innermost lane on the opposite side to my side of the road?! Regrettably, fate did not grant him enough time to voice these full hearts of questions and complaints. In the blink of an eye, the out-of-control truck slammed with overwhelming force into his fragile body. Accompanied by a piercing scream, he was thrown high into the air like a kite with a snapped string, then crashed heavily to the ground. How much time had passed, he did not know, but when he finally regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes, he had expected to find himself lying on a snow-white hospital bed surrounded by a flurry of busy medical staff. Yet reality dealt him a heavy blow—he was astonished to discover that not only was he no longer in his familiar modern society, but he had somehow transmigrated through time and space, and worse yet, he had possessed the body of a notorious Celestial Dragon in the world of Pirates! One of those aloof Celestial Dragons sitting high above the entire world! Due to the massive shock brought on by the merging of memories, his head remained shrouded in a thick fog even after waking up from unconsciousness—dazed and muddled. He desperately tried to piece together the shattered fragments of his past-life memories, scenes and experiences that had once been so deeply ingrained in his mind, but his thoughts were now as tangled as a ball of hemp. "My past life... what on earth was my life like?" he muttered like someone talking in his sleep, his heart filled with bewilderment and confusion. "Who am I? What on world is my name?" These seemingly trivial questions now weighed upon him as heavily as Mount Tai, suffocating him. It seemed as though some unfathomable force was secretly at work, continuously gnawing away at his memories of his past life like silkworms eating mulberry leaves. The images that had once been fairly clear grew increasingly blurry, resembling an ancient painting eroded by the passage of time, slowly fading of their original colors and details. In the end, even the most basic information, such as his own original name, vanished without a trace from the abyss of his memory. In stark contrast, the memories belonging to this unfamiliar body, along with the story of Pirates, surged forward like a tidal wave, growing sharper and more distinct. After a process of careful deduction, he finally figured out the identity of this body—it turned out to belong to a twenty-six-year-old young man named Eleco Fielder. The youth possessed a mesmerizing head of cocoa-brown hair, the slightly curly strands falling casually across his forehead like a waterfall, adding a touch of unrestrained boldness to his demeanor. As for those eyes, they were deep and sharp, resembling cold stars twinkling in the night sky, save for a faint, lingering trace of hostility lurking within them. At first, he had mistaken this hostility for nothing more than simple morning irritability. Upon deeper reflection, however, he realized the matter was far from being that simple. After all, if it were merely morning bad temper, it would never feel so bone-chilling and aggressive. In truth, the real reason was that the original owner of this body had already perished. If not for his soul from the distant Blue Star relying on sheer stubborn will and formidable mental strength to forcefully break in and prop up this collapsing vessel, this body would undoubtedly have turned into a lifeless corpse by now, thoroughly cold and done for. Through careful recollection, Eleco seemed to push open a mysterious door sealed away by the years, and past events rushed in like a roaring tide, instantly overwhelming his mind. He quickly grasped the entire sequence of events. As it turned out, the original owner was a member of the Fielder Family, one of the nineteen royal families living in the Holy Land of Mariejois. This family shone like a brilliant star in the night sky, their radiance undiminished by the torrent of time, even among the Celestial Dragons. Yet fate had bared its grim fangs toward the original owner's life, which should have been spent bullying others and acting as a tyrant for all his days. When he was only six years old, a terrifying nightmare struck—he was diagnosed with an extremely rare, unspeakably frightening congenital illness: Sleeping Sickness. This affliction clung to his tender young body like a demon's curse, marking the very first recorded instance of such a disease even among the Celestial Dragons, a group already plagued by various peculiar ailments. At first, the original owner needed to sleep for as long as twelve hours a day, which for a child meant being robbed of half his precious time to intimately experience the world, study, and play. As he grew older, the condition ravaged him like a demon; with each passing year, his sleeping time increased by another half an hour like a venomous snake. Nowadays, the time he could remain awake had dwindled away like the sand in an hourglass, leaving him with less than two hours. Even more frighteningly, the illness continued to deteriorate. If it progressed at this rate, it wouldn't be long before he fell into a permanent slumber from which he could never awaken, reducing him to a vegetative state where he could only lie in bed and rely on others for care. Not only that, whenever the original owner fell into his deep sleep, his entire body would turn bone-chillingly cold, resembling a lifeless corpse, and would even begin to stiffen. Whenever the people around the original owner witnessed him in this post-fall asleep state, they could not help but worry deeply. Yet there was also a silver lining: the moment he slowly regained consciousness from his slumber, all the discomforting symptoms would instantly recede like a retreating tide, and his body would return to normal just like before. Although the medical experts summoned from all over the world were utterly baffled by this phenomenon and failed to uncover the cause after numerous in-depth studies, at least he didn't have to endure long and painful rehabilitation training every time he woke up. As a transmigrator, Eleco guessed that this might be due to the unique bloodline traits of the Celestial Dragons. After all, in the original story, Saint Charllos—the Celestial Dragon punched flying by Luffy—did not die, and after receiving treatment, he wasn't even left disabled. This showed that the Celestial Dragon bloodline certainly had some substance to it. After all, their former ancestors were twenty kings who once stood at the very pinnacle of this world, and the resources enjoyed by their descendants were beyond ordinary people's imagination. The reason the original owner kicked the bucket early, thereby giving him—a transmigrator—the opportunity to steal the magpie's nest, was actually the bitter fruit of the original owner's long-term self-indulgence. Looking back, when the original owner was still a young boy and his condition had not yet deteriorated to a severe degree, he had been an optimistic and proactive youth who cooperated with his doctors' treatments. After all, he was still young, and his cognition and understanding of the entire world were still in a stage of continuous accumulation and growth. Coupled with the fact that the original owner was his father's son born in his old age, and subsequently afflicted with such an illness, he had always been the pampered darling of the household. Excessive pampering looked like a blessing, but in reality, it was like a hidden tumor in the dark, planting the seeds of disaster without anyone realizing it. After all, ever since he was a child, the original owner had lived a life where food was brought to his mouth and clothes were handed to his body, getting whatever he desired. All his demands were easily satisfied, and he had practically never encountered any setbacks or hardships.However, time flies like a white horse passing a crevice. As the original owner gradually grew into adulthood, gaining a clearer and more profound understanding of death, his state of mind began to undergo subtle changes, gradually sliding toward the extreme.

After all, when the end of a person's life has been so clearly mapped out, how many could calmly and composedly accept such a cruel reality?

This is undoubtedly the shared tragedy faced by many terminally ill patients. Even though they still have countless unfinished wishes and dreams, they are forced to confront the impending threat of death.

For someone like the original owner, born into a wealthy and powerful Celestial Dragon family, perhaps this immense psychological disparity was even harder to bear.

The situation was practically identical to that of wealthy tycoons and high-ranking officials in the real world who suffer from terminal illnesses!

At first, they refuse to believe the verdict of fate, firmly convinced that their own wealth and power can secure a cure for their affliction.

Yet as time wears on, hope gradually shatters, and a sense of despair washes over them like a tide, ultimately leading to a mental breakdown and a descent into madness.

Upon learning that his illness might not be effectively treated, the original owner seized the limited time he still had each day while his mind remained clear, beginning to indulge recklessly in all sorts of erratic and decadent behavior.He seemed to have completely lost his mind, daring to try anything, which ultimately led him onto the path to an early grave.

Just like the naked corpses of the young girls lying across the original owner's bed at this very moment—some had been brutally strangled to death by him, while others had been mercilessly stabbed and killed with sharp blades...Just a single glance was enough to reveal the countless scars and bloodstains covering these girls' bodies, a wretched state too agonizing to look upon.Judging by their disheveled appearance, it was clear that these poor girls had, without exception, been violated by their original owner before they died.Even more terrifyingly, to ensure that every single one of these girls met their end, the original body would always instruct the attendants not to clean up the scene before drifting off into a deep slumber.

Thus, he would comfortably lie down amidst piles of corpses and sleep peacefully.

Even if an occasional girl was lucky enough to hold on until he fell asleep, she had zero chance of survival.

For the servants responsible for serving the original body would swiftly step in, securely restrain the girls, and remove them from the premises, quietly waiting for the original body to wake up the next day to dispose of them.

From this, it was blatantly clear that even before catching a cold, the original body had already become a complete and utterly irredeemable pervert.This transformation was staggering, and it was hard to imagine what kind of emotional and psychological journey could have driven him to such extreme lengths.

Precisely for this reason, whenever the now-awakened Eleco recalled the former owner's various actions, he couldn't help feeling wave after wave of nausea. That sense of disgust and discomfort seemed to cling to him like a shadow, completely impossible to shake off.

"Could it really be that I have less than two years left?"

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, it weighed down on Eleco's heart like a massive mountain, making it almost difficult to breathe.

Although he despised the former owner's actions to the extreme and his heart was filled with condemnation, when he calmed down and thought deeply about it, he could only choose to remain silent out of sheer helplessness.

After all, the former owner's special identity and the severe illness he suffered from were like an insurmountable chasm lying right before him; no amount of blame would do any good.

As the saying goes, "Before walking in another's shoes, do not judge their path."

Moreover, for Eleco at this moment, he himself was deeply trapped in a massive quagmire of trouble. His life was slipping away relentlessly like sand in an hourglass, and the time he had left was probably less than two years.

Under such circumstances, he couldn't help but draw a parallel to himself: if someone suddenly became immensely wealthy and held immense power, only to be handed a death sentence with execution looming just around the corner, how many people could remain as sober and calm as a green pine standing firm against a gale? Who wouldn't take advantage of this final stretch of time to indulge and go wildly, recklessly crazy?

Perhaps, within this brief remainder of his life, trying to experience as many untrodden things as possible and fully enjoying the pleasures of life was, after all, a choice born of sheer helplessness.

So, was there still a glimmer of faint hope? Eleco asked himself quietly in his heart, his gaze burning as he stared into the distance, as if trying to capture a thread of faint dawn from the endless darkness.

He knew he had a chance. After all, it was currently the year 1517 of the Sea Circle Calendar; if he made good use of his informational advantage...

As far as he knew, simply among the miraculous Devil Fruit abilities in the original story, there were several ways to deal with his current predicament.

For instance, the Ope Ope no Mi ability of Law, the Heal-Heal Fruit ability of the Tontatta princess, the Hollow-Hollow Fruit ability of Perona the Ghost Princess...

Furthermore, the technological means in the world of One Piece were also various gadgets that surpassed the era, such as clone technology or methods for transferring consciousness and memories—these were all cutting-edge technologies that could help him now.

If all else failed, there was still Pure Gold, that treasured artifact capable of slowing down biological life to achieve a form of alternative immortality.

Of course, all of this would require careful planning on his part.From the inherited memories, it was currently only the year 1517 of the Sea Circular Calendar. For Eleco, this timing offered an immense amount of help and provided countless distinct advantages.

At this point in time, Roger's son and future Fire Fist Ace had only just set sail at the beginning of the year, while the future Warlord of the Sea and Bartholomew Kuma was still with the Revolutionary Army, searching everywhere for a way to cure his daughter's illness.

Naturally, Punk Hazard had not yet been blown up by Caesar Clown, and Bartholomew Kuma had not yet made contact with Vegapunk under the guidance of the Revolutionary Army's leader, Dragon.

The Child of the Devil Nico Robin was still with Crocodile, plotting to usurp a country and search for the Poneglyphs together.

If he could capture Nico Robin, Eleco could use her to locate the Zoan, Bat-Bat Fruit, Mythical Model: Vampire in advance to extend his lifespan.

Meanwhile, those Supernovas active in the future were still developing in their respective seas, having yet to begin stepping onto the grand stage of this era.

These were all opportunities for Eleco, but there were other matters that needed immediate attention—specifically, Eleco required a suitable justification.

After all, he currently occupied the body of the original owner, whose family happened to be an elite Celestial Dragon family. Without a proper reason, it was likely he would easily be exposed, leading to an untimely demise for Eleco even sooner.

After long and deep consideration, a plan gradually formed in his mind, and right at that moment, a knock sounded from outside the door.

Knock, knock... Crisp and rhythmic, the rapping echoed through the silent room like the song of an oriole emerging from a valley.

Creak—Accompanied by a slight sound, the aged door, resembling a decrepit old man, was slowly pushed open, emitting a teeth-setting grinding noise.

Frankly speaking, the reason this door appeared so completely out of place and incompatible with the original owner's status was entirely the result of the original owner's deliberate doing.

Its purpose was to satisfy the original owner's severely warped, twisted, and near-perverted inner world.

It was much like getting fired from a job simply for stepping into the company with your left foot first over some utterly insignificant mistake.

Moreover, this door held a horrifying and spine-chilling moniker: the "First Death at the Door."

Every day, numerous slaves came to wait upon the original owner, but the most wretched and unfortunate among them was invariably the person tasked with opening this door first.

The slightest sound, such as the tiniest noise made while opening the door, if it accidentally disturbed Eleco while he was resting, would instantly incur a capital offense and be punished with the most brutal of executions.

However, this cruel form of punishment was directed exclusively at those pathetic slaves.

Right at that moment, a loud crash suddenly echoed from the room's door: "Bang!"

The tightly shut door was violently smashed open by an unusually powerful and domineering force.

Immediately following this, a cold yet pretty figure swept in rapidly like a whirlwind.

In the blink of an eye, she crossed the darkness of the night like a dazzling shooting star, instantly shattering the tranquility previously maintained within the room.

"Dear brother, still indulging yourself like this?" A slightly reproachful feminine voice rang out, its tone tinged with a trace of dissatisfaction and blame, akin to a cool breeze in the heat of summer bringing wisps of chill.

Behold the newcomer, graceful and standing tall, her cascading golden hair falling over both shoulders and shining with a mesmerizing luster, as if woven from countless brilliant golden stars.

She wore a silver-white knight's uniform, exquisitely tailored to fit her form, perfectly outlining her graceful curves like a meticulously sculpted work of art.

Despite the heroic and spirited attire, it could still hardly conceal her voluptuous and proud figure, resembling a flower bud on the verge of blooming and exuding a charming fragrance that made one instinctively want to pull her into a tight embrace and shower her with affection.

This uninvited guest was none other than Eleco's younger sister and concurrently his wife—Stephie, a woman as dazzling and eye-catching as the brightest star in the night sky.

However, the marriage between Eleco and Stephie did not stem from romantic love; rather, it was built on a foundation of family interests and a political alliance.

Although no fiery flames of romance had ignited between the two over the years, long years of companionship had long since fostered a deep sense of responsibility and familial affection.

This special emotional bond, acting like an invisible rope, bound them tightly together to face the shifting winds and various challenges of life over the years.

Yet, because of Eleco's continuous degradation in recent years, all the pressure had fallen squarely onto Stephie's shoulders.

The relationship between the two had also grown increasingly subtle.

All of this was caused by the original owner's affliction known as the sleeping sickness.