Year 1490 of the Sea Garden Calendar.
Deep within the first half of the Grand Line lies a bizarre island known as Stomach Baron Boin Island.
At the edge of this monstrous land, a boy with long golden hair lies sprawled across a massive leaf, wearing nothing but a crude grass skirt around his waist.
His posture is relaxed, almost careless, as if the danger of the Grand Line itself means nothing to him.
Beneath him, a giant carnivorous plant supports his body with overlapping leaves like two enormous hands.
Yet even under the blazing sun, the plant nicknamed “Pea” trembles slightly, its face dripping with sweat as it carries him deeper into the forest.
After a while, Pea lowers its “arms” and gently steps into the dense jungle.
Then, with surprising care, it extends a long tongue and taps the boy’s cheek.
The boy’s eyes snap open.
Without hesitation, he swings his fist.
*BAM!*
The impact sends a visible bump rising on Pea’s head.
The boy sits up, grabs a chunk of nearby meat ripped from another strange plant, and chews while complaining loudly.
“You bastard, Pea!
How many times have I told you not to wake me up with your tongue?!
Now my face is covered in your saliva again!”
Pea rubs its swollen head with a leaf, clearly furious.
It steps forward, leaves overlapping in exaggerated motions like arms gesturing in protest.
The boy narrows his eyes.
For a moment, his expression shifts like he senses something unusual in the air but then he sighs and looks away with mild embarrassment.
“Fine, fine… next time just put me down first before you wake me up.”
He continues eating casually, as if nothing happened.
This carnivorous plant Pea was something he had subdued three years ago through sheer force.
Its resemblance to the “Peashooter” from *Plants vs Zombies* had given it the name, much to its annoyance.
Pea angrily points at its head again, bringing the injury right up to his face.
The boy pushes it away.
“I told you last time I put you down first, and you still hit me!”
It is difficult to believe such human-like emotions come from a plant, but this is the world of pirates anything is possible.
And this is Roy’s third year in this world.
Three years earlier, Roy was eight years old when his family set sail for a simple voyage.
They encountered pirates.
In the chaos, his father shoved him into a wooden barrel and threw him into the sea.
When he woke up again, he was here this strange, deadly island in the Grand Line.
At first, he thought it was a dream.
A rented room in his old life had been replaced by endless ocean and monstrous nature.
Pain surged through his mind as two sets of memories merged.
Then he understood.
Transmigration.
And strangely… he wasn’t afraid.
No family.
No ties.
Just an orphan from another world given a second chance.
He wiped the sand from his body and immediately began exploring the island.
What he found defied logic: trees filled with edible fruit growing beside predatory vines, ants the size of trucks, and carnivorous plants that moved on “two legs.” Even the island itself sometimes “ate,” reshaping terrain like a living creature.
Only later did he realize the truth.
This was Boin Island the same training ground where the Straw Hat sniper Usopp would one day spend two years surviving.
A News Coo flies overhead.
Roy immediately trades food for a newspaper, as he always does.
Years of habit have made this routine normal one hand steadying the bird’s balance, the other delivering information.
Since the first time he saw it, he has understood: this world is absurd, but information is power.
He drinks juice and reads.
Whitebeard and Golden Lion Shiki have each formed their own crews, clashing over territory.
Charlotte Linlin and Kaido have already split paths, beginning their own rise.
Roy glances at Linlin’s old photo and clicks his tongue.
“…So she was actually beautiful when she was young.”
He shakes his head.
Typical.
But none of this affects him directly.
He is only eleven years old.
Then his eyes stop.
“Roger Pirates destroyed the Soros Kingdom.”
The future Pirate King.
The image shows a laughing man with a strange hat, a curled mustache, and an aura that feels almost unreal.
Behind him stand companions who would one day become legends.
Roy exhales slowly.
“As expected… top-tier monsters already walking the sea.”
Then he notices them.
In the corner of the photo two children.
A red-haired boy.
A boy with a red nose.
Shanks.
Buggy.
Around six or seven years old.
Roy’s eyes narrow slightly as his thoughts shift.
*So they’re already on Roger’s ship…*
Then another name surfaces in his mind.
Douglas Bullet.
Not yet captured by the Marines.
Not yet a weapon of war.
“If I move early… I might still catch him.”
He closes the paper.
And begins training.
Every day is the same.
Running across the island carrying massive stones.
Hundreds of push-ups.
Sit-ups.
Endurance training.
Then sword swings with a wooden stick until his arms ache.
In this world, strength is not optional.
Devil Fruits exist but so does raw power.
Haki, physique, swordsmanship… everything matters.
At first, Roy tried to summon something any system, any cheat ability.
Nothing came.
But he wasn’t disappointed.
Because something else had awakened instead.
His mind.
His will.
His perception.
After three years of survival and training, Roy had developed an abnormal mental sensitivity an instinctive awareness that bordered on reading intent itself.
Combined with the extreme environment of Boin Island, his body and mind had evolved far beyond normal limits.
At eleven years old, he already stood around 1.8 meters tall.
If this continued… he might rival Admiral-class physiques in the future.
Roy smirks.
“Not bad… but still not enough.”
He clenches his fist.
“These basic methods won’t take me further.”
Decision made.
“I’ll go out to sea.”
The next day.
Roy lies near the shoreline as usual, half-asleep, when the island suddenly trembles.
Pea shifts violently beneath him and extends a leaf toward the ocean.
Roy sits up.
On the horizon a merchant ship.
Several hundred meters away.
His eyes light up instantly.
“Good job, Pea.”
He pats the plant’s head.
“Wait here.
I’ll come back for you.”
Without hesitation, he dives into the sea.
The ocean is brutal, but Roy moves like a fish.
Years of survival have turned swimming into instinct.
His body cuts through the waves, closing the distance to the ship faster than expected.
Onboard, a sailor leans lazily against the railing.
Then he freezes.
“…Huh?”
In the water, a figure is approaching at impossible speed.
“Hey HEY!
Is that a person?!”
Another sailor turns.
“No way… don’t joke like that.”
But the figure keeps coming closer.
Faster.
Closer.
Real.
Panic begins to spread across the deck.
One man runs toward the captain.
“Captain!!
There’s someone swimming straight for the ship!!”