Synopsis:
Ban Fleck travels to the world of Pirates and gets the Mera Mera no Mi (Flame-Flame Fruit).
Should he eat it or not?
Ban’s physical body travels to the world of Pirates.
Facing this question, he decisively eats the Logia-type Devil Fruit.
After becoming a Logia-type ability user, Ban activates a data panel and goes to Shimotsuki Village to learn swordsmanship.
Combining his Devil Fruit ability, he creates the “Zanka no Tachi.”
Hawkeye: Zanka no Tachi Clothes?
You call this swordsmanship?
Zoro: Junior brother…
Senior brother’s swordsmanship is too strong!
Kuina: Junior brother will definitely become the world’s greatest swordsman!
Robin & Hancock: Ban is too amazing!
…
Sengoku: Ban, you are not a pirate!
Ban Fleck: I am.
Sengoku: No, you are not!
Garp (bruised and swollen): Yes, he is not!
Chapter 1:
[Quickly store your brain, and we’ll return two portions of brain in a hundred years.]
[There’s a discount for storing your brain now.
Storing one brain randomly returns one Devil Fruit.]
“Is this the Flame-Flame Fruit?”
Looking at the orange fruit with strange flames in the ancient wooden box before him, Ban’s eyes widened.
“This is the world of One Piece?”
Although he checked his surroundings and was shocked by the bird’s nest, which was at least twenty meters in diameter, and the giant trees that were at least one to two hundred meters tall, he understood that this was not his original world.
Because there were no birds this big or trees this tall in his original world, unless he had returned to an era where giant beasts roamed.
In his memory, it was only the two speeding headlights when he was crossing the road with takeout at night.
Is this a stroke of luck?
A stroke of luck in every sense of the word!
The legends are true, which is unbelievable.
But what’s even more unbelievable is that while he was looking for a way down from this height of at least a hundred meters, he found an ancient wooden box.
When he opened the box, he saw the distinctive, strange fruit inside.
As an anime that has been popular for twenty years, Ban had naturally watched it.
This kind of strange fruit is easy to identify.
“So, I really transmigrated to the world of Pirates?”
Ban unconsciously took the orange fruit from the box and muttered to himself.
He still couldn’t believe it, but there was a better way to confirm it.
Ban looked at the fruit in his hand and pursed his lips.
If this was truly the world of Pirates, which was extremely dangerous for ordinary people, then this Devil Fruit, known as something even dogs wouldn’t eat, was his lifeline right now.
After all, with his current situation, he couldn’t resist most dangers.
Even if he managed to escape this island and find people, he wouldn’t be able to resist pirates.
The story didn’t depict the real killing scenes of pirates, but now he had truly come to this world.
After all, it was a Logia-type.
No matter how much it was ridiculed, it was still a Logia-type fruit, representing the power of nature: fire.
If nothing else, the passive elementalization alone was enough to deal with most dangers.
Of course, he would become a terrible swimmer.
But the advantages outweighed the disadvantages.
In just a moment, these thoughts raced through Ban’s mind.
Then his gaze fell back on the fruit in his hand, and he involuntarily swallowed.
Eating it to gain the power of natural fire would confirm that this was the world of Pirates.
If he didn’t gain this power or even died from poison, then it was his bad luck.
Crunch!
Without further thought, Ban took a bite directly into the Flame-Flame Fruit in his hand.
“Hmm, the taste is right.”
The moment the flesh entered his mouth, this thought flashed through Ban’s mind.
In the world of Pirates, Devil Fruits were described as extremely unpalatable, and no one could calmly face their taste.
In fact, many people described Devil Fruits as tasting worse than “X.”
But now, he seemed to understand this feeling.
He didn’t know what “X” tasted like, but the flesh in his mouth was a collection of the most disgusting tastes he had ever encountered.
It was as if his body was desperately resisting the flesh being eaten.
It was a deep-seated aversion from the soul.
But Ban, who had a stroke of luck, also felt a surge of determination.
If you’re not ruthless, you can’t stand firm.
Being ruthless to yourself is harder than being ruthless to others.
Ban painfully stretched his neck, swallowed the flesh in his mouth, and then took another bite of the remaining fruit in his hand.
Crunch, crunch!
Bite after bite.
Until the last bite was down, Ban fell over, his face turning green.
This was his body’s stress reaction.
He finally understood why so many transmigration seniors said Devil Fruits tasted like “X.” They might not have tasted “X,” but they definitely thought “X” was the most disgusting thing in the world.
But Ban had a feeling that compared to Devil Fruits, “X” might even be considered delicious.
After a long while, Ban managed to sit up.
The discomfort in his body was also disappearing.
At the same time, he felt something like instinct, or rather, power, appear within his body.
Bang!
A ball of flame ignited in his raised hand.
The high temperature had no effect on him; instead, he felt warmth.
And this flame had no effect on the clothes he was wearing.
No, it should be said that even the clothes on his arm turned into flames.
He waved his hand, dispersing the flame, and the sleeve on his wrist was intact.
“Confirmed, I’ve come to the world of Pirates and become a Devil Fruit user.
What am I now?
A ‘flame person’?”
Ban muttered to himself.
Although it sounded self-deprecating, it was actually a sign of Ban’s relaxed mood.
Although he was generally calm, who wouldn’t be flustered by a suspected transmigration?
Don’t let Ban’s previous calmness fool you; he was actually panicking inside.
Especially when he discovered the giant bird’s nest beneath his feet and the three huge eggs inside, which were taller than him.
Dinosaurs wouldn’t lay something this big, right?
But now, with this ability to elementalize, at least the current and future potential crises were no longer crises.
After all, Logia-type ability users were almost invincible against opponents who couldn’t use Haki.
The passive elementalization alone could leave these opponents helpless.
He could be considered to have the means to survive.
With this realization, Ban’s mood relaxed, and he was finally able to calmly assess his surroundings.
Under his feet was a huge bird’s nest, about twenty meters in diameter.
If the bird’s nest had an owner, then this bird’s wingspan would likely be forty to fifty meters.
If you don’t have a concept, the wingspan of a Tu-160 is 54 meters.
Even with the power of the Flame-Flame Fruit as a backup, Ban didn’t intend to confront such a monster.
After looking around, Ban frowned and remained silent.
It wasn’t easy to get down.
Although the Logia-type ability meant he might not die from falling from this height of one to two hundred meters, Ban didn’t want to try.
He wasn’t like Kureha.
He didn’t have that terrifying physique.
Yes, he had confirmed his body.
Although it had changed to the appearance of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old, it was indeed his body.
The scar he got on his knee from an accident when he was a child was still there.
“This is troublesome.”
Ban frowned and sighed.
Then his gaze fell on the three huge eggs in the bird’s nest.
There was another way: to set the bird’s nest on fire.
Although huge, the bird’s nest was still made of branches, dry grass, and giant feathers, making it the best kindling.
And the power of the Flame-Flame Fruit allowed him to survive in the flames, as long as he landed on the supporting tree trunk below.
Perhaps he could even try some charcoal-grilled bird eggs.