This work is an invincible-style story featuring an all-female pirate crew, where the other Straw Hat crew members from the original work become second-ship members.
There are many, many original plots ahead; otherwise, if the protagonist threw a single punch, the battle would end immediately, and that wouldn’t be fun.
All members are adults.
Brain storage location.
East Blue, Windmill Village.
This was a quiet and peaceful small village, nestled on the edge of Goa Kingdom, as if it were a corner forgotten by the world; houses with red tiles and white walls were scattered orderly across the gentle slopes, while a giant windmill slowly rotated, emitting a gentle creaking sound like the steady breathing of passing years.
In the center of the village, there was a particularly lively establishment—Makino’s “PARTYS BAR”; its wooden signboard gently swayed in the sea breeze, with the bar’s name written in cheerful fonts and a grinning goblet pattern painted beside it.
Inside the bar, warm lights spilled over the log tables and chairs, and the air was filled with the fragrance of malt ale and the savory aroma of roasted meat; groups of pirates sat around several tables, talking and laughing loudly, the sound of clinking glasses rising one after another—these people were members of the Red Hair Pirates, who had stayed in Windmill Village for nearly a year.
Behind the bar counter, the young Makino was wiping a glass, her dark green long hair tied into a ponytail, with a gentle smile on her face; occasionally, pirates would come over to chat her up, and she would always politely yet firmly refuse, but her gaze would drift from time to time toward a certain Red Hair man in the corner—Shanks, the captain of the Red Hair Pirates.
At the table in the very corner of the bar, a black-haired girl was intently staring at something in front of her.
She looked about five years old, revealing a pair of bright eyes beneath her ink-black long hair; at this moment, those eyes were fixed dead on a strange, head-sized fruit on the table.
The surface of that fruit was covered with black spiral patterns, resembling an abyss in a calm sea that involuntarily engrossed anyone who looked at it, while its deep purple skin gleamed with a strange luster under the dim light of the bar, pulsing slightly as if it had life; this was a Devil Fruit, the Paramecia-type Rubber Fruit, though of course, it could also be called by another more secretive and riotously funny name—
Mythical Zoan, Human-Human Fruit, Model: Nika.
Luna—or rather, she after her rebirth—took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
But her heart was still beating wildly, after all, she had been waiting for this moment for a full year.
A year ago, when the Red Hair Pirates first arrived at Windmill Village, she was still that naive and innocent little girl who shouted all day long about becoming the Pirate King, but on the very night she met Shanks, a translucent progress bar suddenly appeared beneath the corner of her eye, with a line of small text beside it:
[Unlock Condition: Activate the system after consuming a Devil Fruit]
At the same time, memories of her past life flooded into her mind like a breached dam.
She remembered.
She remembered that in her past life she was an ordinary Earth youth, a fanatical and backstabbed fan of One Piece, and she remembered countless late nights when he chased the manga alone in his room, feeling happy or sorrowful over the fates of the characters.
He remembered that night—the last night of his life—when after finishing the latest One Piece doujinshi, he fell into some kind of indescribable state of frenzy.
“Don’t let the battle stop!!!”
That was his classic line every time after “taking off his plane”, which was cringe-worthily chūnibyō, yet filled with a strange passion.
Unlike other transmigrators who were sent to another world by truck drivers, he had “burned himself out”—literally, a cardiac arrest caused by over-fatigue stopped his life on that ordinary night when he was twenty years old.
And when he opened his eyes again, he had become Monkey D.
Luffy in the world of One Piece.
The only difference was: in the original work Luffy was male, but now she was female.
“It might be that gender-bent Luffy doujinshi I read before dying…” Luffy once thought with a bitter smile,
That night was the most satisfying night of his life, he had flown away, so she became Luna.
“Retribution, truly retribution.”
Memories of the past life ended here; Luna shook her head, tossing those embarrassing memories out of her mind, and refocused her attention on the Devil Fruit before her.
Her fingers gently brushed across the surface of the fruit, feeling the texture of those spiral patterns; it was cold, unusually cold, as if she were touching a piece of ice rather than a fruit.
“There’s no way back.” She muttered to herself.
Having already become Luffy, could she still choose any other fruit?
Not to mention that she couldn’t find other fruits on her own anyway, so it was better to just choose the ability the protagonist had chosen.
Without the slightest hesitation, she cupped the heavy fruit in both hands, opened her mouth wide, and took a ferocious bite down.
The first bite.
An indescribable taste instantly exploded in her mouth—it was a horrifying flavor mixed with rotting fish entrails, expired milk, and rust; the sticky flesh slid across her tongue, making one instinctively want to vomit, and Luna’s face instantly turned pale as her stomach churned violently.
But she forced herself to swallow it down.
The second bite, the third bite…
She was swallowing almost mechanically, every bite feeling like an arduous battle; the pirates in the bar noticed her actions and cast curious gazes over.
“Hey, brat, what strange thing are you eating?” A pirate asked with a laugh.
Luna didn’t answer; all her willpower was used to fight against the urge to vomit, the feeling of the flesh sliding down her throat being sticky and eerie, as if something alive had crawled into her body.
When the last bite was swallowed with difficulty, Luna felt a strange change begin to happen inside her body.
First came a warm sensation, spreading from her stomach and gradually diffusing through her limbs and bones, followed by a slight numbness like weak electric currents flowing through her blood vessels; she could feel her cells changing and reorganizing, and a power transcending physical laws was fusing with the essence of her life.
“Ugh…” She let out a low moan, steadying her body by holding onto the edge of the table.
Just at this moment, the progress bar beneath the corner of her eye began to flash.
The originally locked symbol slowly dissipated like melting ice, golden light flowing at the edge of her vision, and immediately afterwards, a stream of information poured directly into her mind—not information received through hearing or sight, but cognition presented directly in the depths of her consciousness.
[Skill System Activated]
The system’s name was unpretentious, consisting of just four simple words, but when Luna “saw clearly” its specific contents, her breath involuntarily hitched.
[Ability One: No upper limit for skill levels; as long as you can use it, it will be recorded on the template]
(Example: Use Rubber Fire Fist Pistol, acquire [Flame Control])
[Ability Two: Experience bar fixed at 100 points, true for any level]
(Example: [Conqueror’s Haki LV10000 (1/100)])
[Intelligence: The peak powerhouses of this world have a maximum level of roughly LV3500 (Roger, Whitebeard, etc.)]
Simple, crude, yet an unprecedentedly terrifying ability.
What did this mean?
It meant that theoretically she could elevate any skill to an infinitely high level, meaning that even if her Haki had already reached ten thousand levels, rising to ten thousand and first level would only require a mere one hundred experience points, meaning that given enough time, she could become the absolute ruler of this world.
And most crucially—there were still a full ten years until the beginning of the original plot!
Ten years of time was enough for her to hone basic skills to what degree?
Even if she only practiced boxing, she might be able to give the ocean a middle part.
Luna imagined the terrifying potential of this system, but her fingers unconsciously stroked her chin as she thought of Luffy’s combat style in the original work—simple and crude, relying entirely on instinct, passionate yet lacking in technique.
But more importantly, Luffy’s tattered red vest in the original work always burst open from time to time during battles, exposing his chest.
If she were still male it would be fine, but now she was female, and she certainly didn’t want her body to be seen by others during battles, especially those private parts.
Then she had to think about other usages of the Rubber Fruit; regarding this point, she actually had many clues, because in her past life she had fiercely discussed with AI just what extent the Rubber Fruit could achieve.
The Rubber Fruit’s ability actually possessed huge development potential—not just body stretching, but also the storage and release of elastic potential energy, morphological changes, adjustment of vibration frequencies…
Of course, there was also Haki.
Armament Haki could make formless attacks tangible, Observation Haki could predict opponent movements, and Conqueror’s Haki could even intimidate the weak; if these were combined with the Rubber Fruit’s abilities, paired with the infinitely upgrading system…
Luna’s mouth corners unconsciously curled upward, and a brand new combat system was gradually taking shape in her mind.
However, her deep contemplation was suddenly interrupted.
The door of the bar was kicked open by someone.
The wooden door slammed against the wall with a loud crash, the entire bar instantly quieted down, and everyone’s gazes turned toward the entrance.
A tall man with a fierce expression stood there, wearing a dark headscarf, with several scars on his face and a long sword slung at his waist; behind him followed a dozen similarly ferocious mountain bandits, each carrying weapons and exuding malicious auras.
“Excuse us.”
The man’s voice was hoarse and arrogant; he looked around the bar, his gaze sweeping over the pirates, and finally locked onto Makino behind the bar counter.