Transmigration had always been Arthur’s dream, or rather, the dream of every Manga or Anime fans.
But compared to those legendary transmigrators from fanfictions who could overturn the seas with a single thought, his own experience was painfully ordinary.
He had simply gone to sleep at home, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself on a deserted island.
The reason he was certain he had transmigrated was the strange fruit lying beside him.
No matter how hard it was to believe, he knew that the golden, swirling, apple-shaped fruit in front of him could only be a Devil Fruit.
His body had also changed.
Instead of his original self in his twenties, he now looked about fourteen or fifteen years old.
The coastline stretched only a short distance, and although some supplies had washed ashore with the waves, they were far from enough to sustain him for long.
Right now, his only hope rested on that fruit.
If luck was on his side and it turned out to be a Logia-type, his survival would be guaranteed.
A Mythical Zoan would be just as incredible.
“Whether I live comfortably or struggle to survive depends on this.”
Arthur rubbed his hands together, silently offering a quick prayer before biting into the fruit.
Just as the legends described, it tasted absolutely disgusting, like a rotten apple mixed with something far worse.
He nearly threw up on the spot.
After forcing it down, he waited.
And waited.
Nothing happened.
“Could it be something like the Revive-Revive Fruit, that only activates under certain conditions?” Arthur muttered, confused.
As time passed and the sky slowly darkened, he refused to sit around and wait for death.
Even if the ability had not shown itself yet, he still needed to survive.
He decided to walk along the beach first, searching for anything useful before heading inland.
When he stepped into the water to test it, his body instantly weakened.
That reaction made his eyes light up.
It was real.
A genuine Devil Fruit.
Relief washed over him.
Even if the ability was unknown, having one was already a blessing.
There was no point in being greedy.
He began sorting through the scattered supplies along the shore, carefully separating food and wrapping it into a bundle.
This would be his lifeline for the coming days.
After all, he had no idea what dangers might exist deeper on the island.
A few hours later, after finishing his work, Arthur lay on a bed of palm leaves, exhausted and drenched in sweat.
He stared out at the vast ocean.
Only then did the loneliness truly sink in.
The excitement from transmigrating faded away, replaced by a quiet emptiness.
At that moment, he could not help but miss home.
“I really want to use a phone.”
As someone who had been completely dependent on his mobile phone, going even a few hours without one had once been unimaginable.
Now, with nothing to distract him, that craving only grew stronger.
“I want a phone.”
“I want a phone.”
“I want a phone.”
After venting his frustration, Arthur lowered his head, then froze.
A phone had appeared in his hand.
Out of nowhere.
It looked like an old black-and-white Nokia model, simple and outdated, capable of little more than making calls and sending messages.
At the same time, a flood of unfamiliar information surfaced in his mind.
The fruit he had eaten was not an ordinary Devil Fruit.
Was it the Wish-Wish Fruit?
A legendary ability said to grant any wish, a power standing at the very peak of all Devil Fruits.
It was a true anomaly, something that could reshape reality itself.
Arthur stared at the crude phone in his hand, his expression turning strange.
“So… out of everything possible…”
“It turned into a Phone-Phone Fruit?”
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Bro thinks he’s the main character, your luck ain’t that good dawg.