The story of a man who seeks to find the meaning in magic.

Lex Gruber a sinister man is killed and transmitted to One piece world. See how he goes forth on his journey with his new found freedom to become a man feared by world.
What he desires is not to become the king of pirates but to be revered by all and to let loose all his unholy cravings.


Disclaimer: I don't own 'one piece'.My work is pure fan-fiction

in a world that is mostly made of water and land is divided into small islands, where Pirates wreck havoc and Marines carry Justice, the world is divided into 4 seas and also divided into more parts, the most popular part of the world Grandline divided into two parts first called Paradise and second is New World.



in an Island in the New World, inside a Marine Base where you can see Marine soldiers doing their daily training, while some are patrolling around the base and some others are patrolling the towns on the Island.



an Office in the High Floor of the Marine Base a man that was doing some paperwork, the man looks young anyone can see he is in his early 20s Silver Hair and Yellow Eyes (Like Cover) wearing glasses. beside him stood two Women with blonde hair first has light blonde hair with her hair covering her right eye while she wears red glasses the women is named Domino {yep the one from Impel Down} and second have a blonde hair that leans a little to orange with lipstick and normal glasses she is Kalifa. {Imagine Domino in her regular Impel Down Uniform just white with Marine Logo in her hat and boots and gloves are black, while Kalifa stays the same as she is meaning one Secretary wears white while the other wear black. .}



the man was into his paperwork and the woman named Domino will check the papers he signs and put more in front of him, while Kalifa was carrying a list in her hand and was talking to the man.



"the supplies that reached us from Marineford in the list are 130 rifles, 250 swords, twenty Ammunition stock that is counted as 2.000 bullets each meaning we have a total count of 40.000 bullets in our stock, . . . . . " Kalifa listed the supplies that reached from Marineford just today, they were stationed here about 3 months and they still have about 6 more months in this place.




this was a mission directly from Fleet Admiral and he as a Vice-Admiral must obey, the first few days of their stay here he found how lacking the soldier training compared to his own. as he trains them personally for 9 months they are still going through his hellish training.




oh, there is a secret the Man or Vice-Admiral that named Cross C. Faust is reincarnated with only some Otaku Knowledge and nothing else from his past life. the guy was reincarnated by a 'Supreme Deity' as the 'old man' like to call himself.



he of course got some Wishes but whatever he wished for or what they talked about was erased from his memories, another thing is Faust is as strong as an Admiral already but for two reasons he didn't become one. first field experience as Fleet Admiral or as he likes to call him Sengoku-Jii as he was grown and trained by the highest and oldest marines from a young age. 



the second reason is all three Admiral seats are occupied and Fleet Admiral sent a request to Open a Fourth Admiral Seat from the World Gov. and their answer is they needed Faust to contribute highly to the Marines for the Fourth Seat request to be accepted.




one thing that confuses him is World Gov. that always look down on marines and threat them like a Dog that they own, was always trying to be on his good side even going so far as to potentially agreeing to a request such as making a Fourth Seat Admiral, something never happens as The World Gov. Declined this request a lot in the past only now that they promised to accept.



" sigh . . . . this is too much, how can I keep up with this much paperwork, what about when I become an admiral, no what about Fleet Admiral ?? how did Sengoku-Jii survive such thing. " Faust leaned back while taking off his glasses and rub the bridge between his eyes.



" Vice-Admirals work is not just about the field, they have to do political work and a lot more the higher the rank the greater the responsibility you will have. " Domino said from his side while checking the last stock of paper before putting it aside.



" that's right, at admiral rank you don't just casually sail in the sea each admiral is a powerhouse in Marineford as such there should be always an Admiral in Marineford and admirals got a call for either Yonko related problems or some big kingdoms politics . . . " Kalifa said in a serious tone while adjusting her glass.



you may think why the hell this two is here, well that is all about our dear Faust past as he meets and knows some characters from the Anime, at first when he started his life in One Piece he was Excited with him getting a Devil Fruit and Talents he doesn't remember what he wished for, but he knows that it was something good. 



and that proved to be right, as for the girls he just took them when chance showed up, he was like as in a dream having a harem of the slim and tall beauties with big breasts of one piece . and so he started his Harem plan from an earlier age to secure the women he liked.



so far he has met a lot of them and is already is in relation with at least 4 of them yes 4 but he knows more and can be classed in close relation-level and the two beside him are classed in the 4 lovers.





" ahh . . . . . . how little our free time, I am really sorry for dragging both of you with me, even though we were enjoying ourselves a lot before. now I couldn't even have to reward your help fairly . " Faust said with a little sad look in his half-closed eyes [AN: Lazy Boy]



" you don't have to apologize, we don't have any slight of a problem being here so why the sorry look, you should pay attention to yourself more than us, here let me and Kalifa give you a massage, " Domino said to the man that she knows from a rather young age along with Kalifa they were scouted by Him and got invited to live with him young age with no one to rely on other than him.


" relax, you got some free time so take care of your health or you will become like the furious Goat old man " [AN: she mean the Furious Sengoku] Kalifa said in concern while massaging his left shoulder while Domino was doing the right.



this is part of Faust Daily life, he is now living a life of dreams having multi beautiful women and being famous and strong . he could call this a paradise if not the tiring paperwork he needs to do, and that will become worst in the future when he becomes an Admiral.

a man reincarnated with only his Otaku related Knowledge .


you can watch him as he dominate the world .


" Me ? I am Faust , Cross C. Faust , remember it cause this name will shake the world . "


" strength is Justice , Strength is Absolute , everything is meaningless in front of Absolute power . look at Sea emperors because of their strength they rule , look at marines because they have strength they bring Order and Balance to world . " 


" Balance and Order is needed take down a Yonko and you will get Chaos , let them do as they want and they will cause Chaos . That is why Marines Exist it carry Order by pushing those that cause Chaos back . " 





Book Cover Is Not Mine 

{Fairy Tail FanFic is Not Dropped , just couldn't write anything lately that's why i decided to try write another one .}

The man coolly gave her a sidelong glance. With a squint of his eyes, he said in a low voice, "I think you're mistaken about something."
She was surprised. "What?"
"It's not 'despise' but 'dislike', instead. Of course, it's with the exception of dog meat."
With that, he gave her another meaningful glance. His words, in fact, carried a little threat.
To be honest, he really did not eat dog meat; he just wanted to scare a certain, foolish woman!
Clearly frightened by his words, she hurriedly asked, "What do you want?! What ill intentions are you harboring?! You won't really do anything to Little Zhezhe, right?!"
He lifted a brow. "I haven't done anything yet, but even if I do eat it up, what can you do about it?"
In her hurry, she unexpectedly blurted out, "D*mn! Then, I'll eat you up!"
The man was surprised by her words. He then revealed a teasing yet evilly charming smile. "Well, I'd like to see how you'd do that."
She did not realize her mistake immediately, but after seeing his teasing gaze, no matter how stupid she was, she understood his meaning at once. A hint of redness spread across her face and she turned her face away in shame and anger, no longer looking at him.
He found this woman really adorable, much cuter than the dog. Her face was all red with just a light teasing; he had not done anything much at all!
He could not help laughing at this. His laughter made her feel even more awkward, though. Hence, she stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth with a frown. "Eat your breakfast! Go to work after you're done!"
After breakfast, she stood by the door with the puppy and its bed in her arms and looked at the man dressed in a casual suit. She wanted to say something, but she hesitated each time she opened her mouth.
Only after the man had walked to the door and given her a sidelong glance to communicate his intention to leave did she find the courage to speak her mind!
"That…"
His footsteps stopped and he picked at her words. "Who is 'that'?"
Speechless at this, she blanked for half a second before promptly correcting herself, "Zhe!"
How rare it was for her to call him in such an intimate manner! The man smiled in satisfaction. She hurriedly stepped forward and smilingly said, "Zhe, I'm not allowed to bring the dog to work!"
He was clearly indifferent to it. "Oh, what about it then?"
She pointed to the dog. "Can you bring it with you?"
He turned to regard her thoughtfully before coldly stating, "My company also prohibits employees from bringing pets at work."
She solicitously tidied his tie and clothes for him, blinking her eyes and acting cute as she pouted. "You're the boss, anyway – the big boss at that. No one would dare to say anything about you bringing pets at work!"
He squinted. "The CEO of the company is taking the lead in violating the rules and regulations?"
She was helpless at this. "… Is it that serious?"
He answered, "Yes, it is."
She expressed her sympathy. "That's because you're not stern enough. In general, even if the boss brings a lion, a tiger, an elephant, or even a woman at work, the employees will still not dare bring a hamster at work."
He then asked, "Are women pets, too?"
She answered firmly, "Little Zhezhe isn't a pet, too! He's your son!"
He ground his teeth as he corrected her again. "I've already said that my genes are normal."


She became a surrogate mother in exchange for over a million yuan.

As the esteemed CEO of the most powerful Empire in the capital, he holds absolute power, while she is just an adopted daughter to a family of lowly status. She agreed to bear him his offspring, simply because her adoptive father's business was failing.
 
On the day of her delivery, the elder brother was born healthy, but the younger one was stillborn. Having fulfilled the contract, she disappeared from his sight along with the astronomical sum of money. 


Six years later, he is still that arrogant and high-profile CEO. When she accidentally gets embroiled with him again – like a canary trapped in his cage, he closes in on her. “Woman, do you think you can escape from my clutches?!" 

However, he does not expect a little kid to interfere; the boy pompously points his little finger at him and warns, “Mu Yazhe, you’d better leave her alone! She's mine – this baby's woman!” 

The man is alarmed, simply because the little kid's facial features are identical to his...

Tags: Adorable Child, CEO, Sweet Romance, Scheming, Wealthy Aristocrats, Fluff, Two-faced, Child, Rich and Powerful, Treachery

"Dying? What are you talking about? How could Jura be dying?" Eiro said with a laugh, as if what Rudy just said was the most ridiculous thing anyone had ever said to him, "Who could ever beat him in a fight? Not even an army should be-"
"Eiro, just stop..." Rudy muttered quietly as he looked down at the ground underneath him, "I'm going back inside, tell me if you need my help with anything..." Rudy said quietly as he made his way inside again, leaving the Imp to just stand there confused.
"What a weird joke..." Eiro muttered as he turned around toward the block of wood and placed the box with his tools in it down on the ground in front of him to properly get to work.
For now, Eiro should really just concentrate on what needed to be done, and quickly got a piece of black chalk out of the box that he used to make a rough silhouette of the figure from here so that he could remove pieces as big as possible from this base block, and then swiftly got to work, quickly carving into the wood with a straight gouge to properly get a good outline, creating an oval that was completely around the silhouette that Eiro just carved, and then grabbed the saw that he brought outside together with the box, swiftly cutting the pieces outside of that oval away.
And then, Eiro quickly stepped up to the other side of the wood block, which still seemed square from that perspective, and then did the same exact thing, sketching the silhouette of the figure when seen from the side, then carved an oval with a straight goughe, and then cut away the excess pieces.
So, Eiro was left with a base that was far easier to work with. And on top of that, he should have enough pieces of wood to properly create the limbs of the wooden statue out of the pieces that he just cut off.
"Let's get started, then..." Eiro muttered quietly, and then instantly started visualizing the figure of the person... No, the being, that he wanted to recreate. Eiro wasn't entirely sure what it was, after all.
Either way, with the image of it clear in his mind, the Demon got started on carving it out.
It had a slim, incredibly tall figure. It was so tall that it seemed to basically overtower the Imp just thinking of it. It was so white that it would probably disappear in the snow just like this wood did, and the same was the case with its clothes, as they were the same white color. If Eiro hadn't seen it without that suit on, he would have thought it was just part of its body, maybe something like a natural shell or carapace.
Soon, Eiro came to the step where the rough shape was done, and you could slowly recognize what it was, at least if you had seen it before. From the four arms extending out from its shoulder, the neat white suit that it wore, and the slight smile on its face that Eiro had only just hinted at for now.
It was Zaragon. The truly most terrifying creature he laid his eyes on in his currently quite short life. Even now, Eiro just wanted to push his dagger deep into its stomach where it was hiding its true, horrifying mouth, and just cut it up from the inside. Inflict immeasurable pain upon it for what it did to Avalin, and ultimately make it suffer endlessly...
But at least for now, that wasn't something that Eiro could actually do. He wasn't able to even face Zaragon properly at his current strength, that was something that Eiro was sure of. He would never be able to even dream of killing Zaragon.
For now, the only thing that Eiro could do was carve Zaragon like this and then enjoy seeing it slowly rot away out here.
Either way, now, it was time for proper details, so Eiro quickly pushed some of his tools into their spots in the belt and then held his right hand against them to be able to properly switch them out in the manner that he usually did, using his new racial ability.
And so, at a swift pace, Eiro ran his left hand across the surface of the wood and switched his tool out whenever necessary. Just like that... Eiro was able to at least properly prepare the base for the work that was to come over the next couple of days. Meaning now he had to refine the shape some more, add details, make the wood around its torso and legs actually resemble cloth and the wood around its upper arms, which were crossed behind Zaragon's back, and its face to resemble its skin.
But that was a task for tomorrow... For now, he had to get this work in progress project into proper storage inside of his study and storage space.
Considering that the amount of wood had gone down considerably, Eiro was now able to carry the Zaragon wooden-statue in there alone and on his own, and just quickly sat it down on the ground and then grabbed a smaller piece of the Snowbark that seemed to be big enough to create the rest of one of the arms of Zaragon out of, as two of his arms would currently be extended forward in the statue, and the block of wood wasn't large enough to create Zaragon like that in one piece.
So with the piece of wood, as well as a carving knife, in hand, Eiro made his way out of the hut and made his way toward the front door, which he quickly opened up and stepped through.
"Ah, there he is. I said so, didn't I?" Jura said with a grin on his face as he turned away from Rudy and toward the front door, "Now, how far along are you with your project?" The old man asked, and Eiro just smiled as he sat down at the table next to him and placed the piece of wood in his hand down on it.
"Finished the main-body base. Still need to make four extra limbs, and then add the details to everything, and then add the Soot-Root around it. That alone should take a full day though, maybe a little bit of a second day." Eiro explained as he leaned back and started to carve into the wood, making the actual carvings drop into the piece of cloth he placed onto his lap.
"Is that so?" The old man asked quietly with a light smile on his face, and Eiro just continued his work while Rudy made his way back to the Kitchen to keep cooking.
The next day, Eiro continued working on the wooden statue just like he said, although that only came after his regular trip to the forest where he checked on his traps and gathered some simple herbs, and then made his way back home.
Then, he continued carving. And for the next couple of days, that's all that Eiro did. Meaning... Not much changed to his regular routine over the past few years, just that this was his first time working on such a big project that stretched out over a few days.
And so, after four days of working on this as much as he could, the figure of Zaragon was finished. It already made Eiro shudder immensely, but it was really just insane, now that he took a look at it.
He would go over it again later after getting down from the high of finishing it to see if there was something he overlooked, but for now, he had to work with the Soot-Root. And that soot-root was simply carved into numerous cubes and stacked up on top of each other, held together by riffling the sides slightly and pushing the different cubes into each other tightly, with each surface of the cubes covered in glue to continue holding it together.
And that mountain of black wood was constructed directly around the wooden Zaragon. After all, it was supposed to be the mist that it had used to transport itself instantly over toward the Imp back then. It would be seeping out of the pant-legs and its clothes in different parts, but first he had to actually create the proper base for it before making such connections.
After building up the mountain of cubes, Eiro started to carve into it to smooth out the edges, doing his best to give it the right rough shape of what he remembered it to look like back then. And then, after that was done, the Imp created the connections between the body and the the black mist, before moving on to the next step...
Scratching the surface up to give it a texture that was more recognizable as mist than the rough, but still relatively smooth and flat, texture it had right now. It was quite late at night now, but Eiro was actually nearly done... And he still had two days left, so he would just use those to properly add some more details, and maybe treat the surface of the wood a little after smoothing everything out properly.
For the next few hours, Eiro did his best to put scratches into the wood in the right places with the right depth and path, even making a few 'tunnels' inside of the wood through it, and soon, the Imp was done with this as well. It was too large to actually move now, and it wasn't like it fit through the door anyway, so Eiro just let it outside and covered it in some cloth to make sure it wouldn't pull in too much water should it rain, although that seemed rather improbable.
And then, Eiro went into the house again, where the Imp once more would have to face something new. Something that he had been facing over the past few days, every day.
The day after Eiro started the wooden statue, Jura stopped getting up out of the bed completely, although he was still awake most of the time.
The next day, Jura was still asleep when the Demon got home from the forest... the next day, he woke up rather early, but didn't say a single word... Then he only woke up for roughly an hour or so, that he spent just quietly watching the children. Although, Eiro only heard Arc speak about that... After all, he himself wasn't there during that time.
"Now, now, don't be so mean to your brother, Avalin." The old man laughed, half-covered by the blanket as the two young children were standing right next to his bed, and Eiro looked at Jura surprised. He knew it, Rudy couldn't have been right, there's no way Jura was dying! It was just impossible for a strong man like him.
"I'm glad you're in such a good mood again." Eiro said with a smile on his face as he approached the bed and quickly picked up the tired Leon. "Hello Daddy..." The boy said quietly, and Avalin stared up at them with green eyes, "No fair! Daddy, I want up too!" She exclaimed, and Eiro just chuckled quietly and leaned down, quickly picking her up with his other arm. It was a bit unstable, but it should be fine.
"Be careful with her, will you? She's been very mean to Leon today." Jura said with a slight chuckle as he extended his hand over toward the girl, although she just giggled and shook her head.
"Not true! I just wanted to wake Leon up!" Avalin exclaimed, and Eiro turned his head over toward Leon with a smile. "Oh? Did you fall asleep again?" He asked, and the boy slowly nodded his head as he laid it down on the Demon's shoulder. "Mhm..."
"Well then, seems like you slept a round for Jura as well, huh? So that he didn't sleep all day again." The Imp said with a smile as he looked at Jura, who just nodded his head.
"Truly, I have been quite tired lately. But I'm feeling quite well today." He pointed out, and before he and Eiro could continue the conversation, the Demon heard a loud thump outside.
"Ah damn, I think Lugo hit his antlers somewhere again... I'll be right back." Eiro said, smiling happily as he placed the two children in his arms down onto the ground again and made his way to the door, although he didn't believe his ears when he heard what the old man said next.
"Oh, just leave Lugo to Eiro, will you? It's his familiar!"
It seemed like Jura didn't know who he had been talking to.


"Bleh." - Imp

An Imp, a monster known to kill with a grin, a demon of the world, a creature of incredible might! Something that no force in the world can stand against! At least that's what the Main Character would like himself to be, the reality is very different, however.

Exactly that Imp stumbles along a path of unfortunate fortunes and grows through it, in a world that hates its very existence.

It grows more intelligent, more powerful, simply better at whatever it needs to do. Amongst other things, that includes raising children, killing Soldiers, and carving wooden figurines for money.

In the evening, the sun sets!

A young child, sitting on the steps of a wide courtyard, staring at the ground in a daze, a look of old-fashioned, does not look like a four-year-old child.

This son is called Qimu Chiba, the son of Muyebaijiqimumu, and a brother named Qimu Kakashi.


"Life is full of hope, and then disappointing." Chiba looked up, exhaled a long breath, sighed and said, revealing the helplessness of the silk.

Chiba was originally a hard-working man who lived in the 21st century. Because of watching the animation of One Piece and playing the game of Naruto, there was an accident that crossed the world of Naruto.

At the beginning, he was also delighted by this. He felt that becoming the son of Qi Mumao could change his life from now on. He would no longer be a poor man. It would not be a problem to become a high-shoulder.

However, other traversers are not to the Uchiha family, or the thousands of hands, but also the system of the tyrannical system, the existence of the detachment, the various hanging days, the crushing opponents have not been discussed.

Chiba around, constantly checking, found that he was born in the flag family, there is no special blood-succession, no system, only that point is not good or bad talent.

Perhaps, Chiba is the most failed traverser, and the benefits are not harvested.

"Since the starting point can't be changed, then I only have to work harder to cultivate. Otherwise, I will die in this troubled world and become a cannon fodder. I don't want to be the worst crossover." After Chiba complained, he still has to work hard. Practice, do not dare to slack off.


Although the Qimu family has no **** boundaries, it also has a powerful ninja, just like Qimu Maomao, but it is called the wood leaf white tooth. Even if it is a wood leaf, you must be very polite to him. Did not dare to provoke him.

It can be imagined how strong the strength of Qi Mumao is, and I am afraid that it has reached the shadow level.

In any case, Chiba is a cross-over, and he can't be mixed with his old man, so he really loses his share.

After the sigh, the four-year-old Chiba squatted before the dark, and began a new round of cultivation.

You know, the 6-year-old Kakashi, who is a genius, has graduated from Ninja School and has become a good genius in Muye Village.

As a younger brother of Kakashi, or a passerby, Chiba must not be weaker than Kakashi. It is a must to surpass him.

According to the meaning of Qi Mumu, I hope that before the age of five, Chiba will not practice ninjutsu, but will spend more time and energy, stabilize the foundation of the body, and improve physical fitness, which will be more beneficial to future development.


After all, Qi Muyu is an experienced and strong person. Although Chiba is a bit dissatisfied, he still listens to his Laozi's opinion and decides not to practice Ninjutsu before the age of five, concentrate on practicing physical skills and enhance the physical strength.

Another round of cultivation, Chiba's tender cheeks, already dissatisfied with sweat, the whole person lying on the ground, unable to breathe, exhausted, and even difficult to stand up.

"If there is a system that is arrogant, I don't have to practice so hard, just open the plug-in. It's a **** traversal. Why don't you give me some benefits?" Chiba still couldn't help but vomit.

Ding!

"The body strength of the host reaches the system binding requirements, and the One Piece system binds!" A sudden voice sounded in the mind of Chiba.

"What!" Chiba, who was still tired and lying on the ground, immediately reacted instinctively and sat up directly.

"System binding completion 20%"

...

"System binding completion 50%"

...

"System binding completion 80%"

...

"The system binding is complete, congratulations to the host to get the One Piece system."

A nice woman voice sounded in Chiba's mind.

"Emma, ​​I thought I was an ordinary passer. The original system has only appeared until now. It's really a good meal." Chiba excited, standing up from the ground and cheering.

"The data for the host is as follows:

Host name: Qimu Chiba

Sex: Male

Age: 4 years old

Height: 120

Body strength: 250 (normal 100)

Ninjutsu: No

Chakra property: thunder, fire

Points: 0 (for redemption of various skills and weapons)

"System Jun, since you are the One Piece system, is it related to One Piece?" Chiba slowly calmed down from the initial excitement.

"Yes, the things that the host will redeem from the system mall will be related to One Piece." The system responded to Chiba.

"Then we are the first time to meet, can you give me a powerful devil fruit ability?" Chiba asked diligently.

If you can get a burning fruit and get this ability, then Chiba can be cool, and it's hard to beat it. You can crush your opponent.

"The current score for the host is 0. You cannot buy the burnt fruit."

"Then I am poor and white now, what good can I have?" Chiba snorted and said.

"The host binding system is successful, you can get a lottery opportunity in the mall, do you draw a lottery?" The system prompts Chiba.

"The lottery, the lottery, must give me a big prize." Chiba can't wait to say.

The One Piece system immediately switches to the mall's interface and then draws a lottery.

Ding!

"The luck of the host is really good, and the fruit is burned." The interface of the system mall is transformed, and the burning fruit emerges.

"My luck is not really good. If there is a chance to draw a lottery, maybe you can get the shocking fruit." Chiba excitedly cheered, but could not calm down.

Ding!

"The host has the ability to burn the fruit, and it is modified by the system. If the host falls into the water, it can still use the ability, and will not be afraid of the sea floor stone."


Before Chiba, he was still worried about practicing ninjutsu. Now he has the ability to burn fruits. He doesn't need to think about those things at all. He can immediately display a powerful flame, which is comparable to fire.

"Let me try the ability to burn the fruit." Chiba can't wait to try.

I saw that his right hand was lifted up, and a flame came out, and it appeared on his palm, constantly beating and changing shape.

Then, Chiba's body vibrated, and the flame quickly swayed around him, seemingly drowning him, reflecting him, looking very powerful.

Although Chiba is only four years old, but the strength is very good, and the endurance is not a problem.

"Haha, refreshing, you should be so domineering." Chiba laughed, although the voice was a bit tender, but did not hinder his good mood.

Crossing into the world of Naruto, and acquiring the One Piece system, with all the powers of the world of One Piece, swordsmanship, devil fruit, domineering.

-Do you think that your fire is very powerful? I have the burning fruit.

-Do you think that your thunder is very powerful? I have a thundering fruit.

-Do you think that your otter is very powerful? I have the frozen fruit.

-Did you said you want to die? Don’t worry, I also have a nickname: Death Doctor.

Tang Yue looked at the letter in Tomcat's paws in a daze before he suddenly shook his head and sneered.
"Why is it only appearing now? What is it telling me? That Earth's disappearance is just a trivial accident? Whether we live or die is simply based on their whims? That we are puny ants? That our existence actually has no meaning?"
Tomcat stared at him.
Tang Yue flared up in anger. He grabbed the letter from Tomcat's paws, scrunched it up and threw it to the ground. "Compensate me the Earth? Compensate me seven billion people? There were so many lives on Earth, and to them they were no different from toys? Human civilization is nothing worth mentioning? They'll just compensate me for spoiling it?"
From Tang Yue's point of view, the letter was filled with contempt and scorn.
Look at those words and tone. Earth's disappearance was only an operational accident. There were five hundred million planets that were vaporized along with Earth. What's the big deal? We'll just compensate one to you.
"Then what am I? What is Mai Dong? What about all the suffering we endured…" Tang Yue slowly crouched down, covering his face as his voice choked. "We worked so hard to live on. What was it for? Was there any meaning to that…"
"No." Tomcat walked over and stood in front of Tang Yue, held up his cheeks, and collided its forehead with his. "Tang Yue, that's not how it is. That's not how it is."
Tang Yue looked up.
"There's meaning." Tomcat's eyes were shining amidst the shadows.
"Meaning?"
"That's right." Tomcat stuffed Tang Yue's head into its chest. "If you hadn't held on to live to this day, that letter would undoubtedly be worth nothing. Regardless of where it comes from, it's because you've seen it that gives it meaning. Its appearance isn't to tell you that they are some advanced civilization in the Universe, nor is it telling you that they are far more advanced and powerful than us, much less are they saying that Earth and humanity is completely meaningless."
Tang Yue leaned his head against Tomcat's chest and whispered, "Then what is it saying?"
"It's telling us…" Tomcat hugged Tang Yue tight, putting its cheek against his forehead. "Be it you, or Miss Mai Dong, your existence, your perseverance, your struggles, your hard work… have meaning. Tang Yue, all of this is meaningful. We have worked so hard, struggling so long to live to this point. We overcame many difficulties and experienced so many disaster and sorrow, and now, all of that has borne fruit to pay us back.
"It's not denying the value to our existence. It's because you are still alive that there's still hope for the future," Tomcat whispered. "That's what the letter is saying."
Tang Yue turned agape.
"Is there meaning to my life?"
"Yes."
"Was there meaning to Mai Dong's life as well?"
"Yes."
Tang Yue's body trembled as he buried his head in the cat's fur, placing all his weight on its shoulders as he gritted his teeth to stop himself from crying.
"We… We aren't weeds of no value? We aren't space trash that has been lingering on our last breaths? Our… Our existence has meaning?"
"Yes, Tang Yue, Miss Mai Dong…" Tomcat slowly patted Tang Yue on the back and whispered. "Our hard work, our cries… have been heard by this world."
…
On the cold night just before he fell into utter despair, Tang Yue broke down and cried.
This cold and emotionless Universe had ultimately bent down to huge this man, kissing him on the forehead and telling him, You haven't been forgotten by the world.
…
"88.2°E, 17.6°N."
"This location is within the Isidis Planitia. It's very, very close to us." Tomcat found the coordinates on the map. It began measuring the distance. "It's almost at our doorstep. It's northeast of Kunlun Station, in the direction of the Utopia Planitia."
Tomcat turned and found northeast as it extended its claw to point.
"In that direction."
"How far is it from us?"
"A straight line distance of about…" Tomcat did the math. "280 kilometers."
"Be more precise."
"I'm using the Isidis Planitia three-dimensional map left behind by Old Zheng. Thankfully, Isidis Planitia doesn't have much topographic relief. The calculation won't be too off… The exact distance is 283.1 kilometers." Tomcat quickly gave an accurate figure. "If we want to reach this location, it will take at least nine sols on Mars Wanderer, considering how it can move a maximum of 30 kilometers a sol."
"Let's set off tomorrow." Tang Yue didn't wish to wait a sol longer.
"It won't do tomorrow." Tomcat shook its head. "We need a sol to prepare. We need to inspect and repair Mars Wanderer, remove the experiment module, bring enough food supplies and enough water. We need to bring the solar panels and finally bid farewell to Kunlun Station."
What Tomcat said made sense. Tang Yue was being too eager. A distance of 280 kilometers was indeed akin to being on their doorstep when it came to astronomical scales. But to them, it was an unprecedented trip. With Mars Wanderer's turtle crawl, it needed nine sols to reach its destination. There wouldn't be any assistance along the way, and any accidents had to be resolved by themselves. Furthermore, Tang Yue had to go along this time. It was imperative that they made ample preparations.
Tang Yue held his palm against the Hab's inner wall and exhaled lightly.
He and Tomcat knew very well deep down. It was almost impossible for them to return once they set off. It was destined to be a one-way trip.
Kunlun Station had a total of six units of emergency oxygen equipment. On average, each oxygen candle lasted forty hours. Six of them provided 240 hours, less than ten sols. This also meant that Tang Yue's oxygen reserves were severely lacking. They were barely enough for him to reach his destination, but there wouldn't be any excess oxygen for him to return to Kunlun Station.
He and Tomcat didn't know what to expect at the coordinates. Would there be a spacecraft waiting there? Or would there be an office with a signboard? Or would it be a barren piece of desert with the letter simply a hoax? It was a risk that they couldn't turn back once they set off.
Tang Yue got Tomcat to bring a shovel. If they were unlucky enough to get lost, missing their destination or if there wasn't anything at the coordinates, Tomcat could dig a pit to bury Tang Yue inside.
Regardless of the outcome, this was the final stretch Tang Yue would take his life. He was heading out into the complete unknown, with a one-way ticket in hand, walking towards an unknown destination.
No one knew what was waiting for him there.
Hope.
Or death.


Payload specialist, Tang Yue, who is a mechanical and electrical engineer by training, is left stranded on Mars when he receives news from his AI robot assistant, Tomcat, that Earth has exploded. He believes himself to be the last human in the Universe.
Turns out, he is only the last man in the Universe. Botanist, Mai Dong, had been left on the United Space Station (USS) orbiting Mars, to await Tang Yue's ascent to the USS before they make their journey back to Earth. But now, it's impossible.
Join the trio's quest for survival as they attempt to unravel the mystery of Earth's disappearance.

Cold and wet. A perfect way to describe how Mako felt at the moment. With flashes of lightning, ear numbing rolls of thunder, and a seemingly endless onslaught of rain, the young man found himself in the middle of a raging storm. Not only was he soaked through down to the ass, but his head was throbbing, pulsing over and over again with an irritating amount of pain. 

When he had been transported from the small room, it had been near instantaneous, meaning he had gone from dry and comfy to cold and wet in under a second. Along with the rain and wind, the headache had appeared out of nowhere, springing to life right when he arrived. There was no loss of consciousness or blackouts, just a swift change of scenery with a simple blink, such a sharp contrast to how things were shown in anime and manga. 

"This headache is gonna be the death of me," Mako muttered, keeping his head lowered so as to not swallow any rain water. "Just got here and I'm already irritated. Damned thunderstorm!!"

Wiping away the water dripping into his eyes, Mako stood up straight, making the attempt to get a look at his surroundings. From what he could gather through the pouring rain, he seemed to be at the edge of a small forest, clusters of towering trees on one side while on the other he saw a whole row of neat houses and a wide lane in between separating the two. He couldn't garner much detail because of the storm but he had a gut feeling that the houses were well kept and maintained, indicating that they weren't deserted.

If there were houses, then there would be people. He would be able to use this chance to gather information such as which island he was on and begin obtaining the essential things for his survival such as food and water.  Money was also necessary but he needed to focus on the prior objectives first so he didn't starve to death. Once everything was situated and his survival was guaranteed would he worry about everything else. He really didn't want to experience a second death.

Mako made his way forward, stepping through deep puddles and jumping over fallen logs. The uncomfortable feeling of wet socks was one thing he couldn't stand so, somewhere along the way, he ditched both his socks and his shoes. They were limited edition Bleach shoes that had been rather expensive, but it seemed rather silly to care about that in his current state. If anything, he could go back and get them when the rain stopped.

"Oh, and what are you doing out in the rain? More importantly, I've never seen someone like you here before." A voice, a throaty and deep voice, caused Mako to momentarily freeze in his tracks, the wet hairs on his ears and tail standing on end. A sense of danger began to creep up on him as the slish-slosh of puddles being stepped on was heard above the occasional crash of thunder. "I DEFINITELY never seen anyone in Gosa who has a tail. Are you from Cocoyasi?"

Before Mako could turn around, a large hand wrapped around his ankle and lifted him upwards, flipping him upside down. The grip strength caused Mako to wince a little, the immense pressure causing his bones to nearly snap in two. 

Mako blinked the water out of his eyes, his blue hues focusing on the large figure in front of him. Rough blue skin, two fins located on the side of a large head, gills on either side of the neck, a large muscular build, webbed hands and feet, and sharp pointed teeth. The young wolf hybrid was staring at a genuine fish-man, one that he had only been able to see in the One Piece manga/anime. 

Fish-man, a one of two of humanoid species that could live on land and in the sea. They were a race that far exceeded that of ordinary humans in terms of natural physical strength and speed whether it be land or in the water. An average fish-man was twice as strong as the average man, their physique putting them above most humans. Due to this fact, some groups of these aquatic humanoids believed that they were vastly superior to the pitiful species known as "humans" and had sought to enslave them. One of these groups was called the Arlong Pirates which was lead by none other then Arlong himself, a fish-man with strength beyond those of the same species. 

Highly respected, cold, cunning, and a cruelty towards humans, Arlong was a fish-man who deserved his 20 million Belly bounty, having attacked and sunk many ships as well as enslaving the whole of the Conomi Islands. Whenever Mako thought of fish-men, he would always think back to this specific arc, it having left more an impression on him then any other involving the aquatic humanoids.

"Oi, did you not hear me?" The fish-man asked, giving Mako a shake, pain once again shooting through his leg. He knew that this guy was strong but it still amazed him just how much it hurt, the fish-mans grip was just too much. "Are you a mute? I honestly don't want to hurt you. Just answer my question."

Mako found that hard to believe but he didn't say anything about it, instead thinking about what the fish-man had said moments ago. Though being the strongest in his own world, Mako was only slightly smarter than a regular human. Only his memorization abilities could be considered to be top class, his comprehensive needing some work. However even if he was an idiot, which he wasn't, he could still piece together the words and deduce that he was at the edge of Gosa Village, the town next to Cocoyasi.

Firstly, the man had said it himself. He had never seen anyone who had a tail in Gosa, which meant that the town he was about to wander into was that very same place. It took very little guess work to figure out what was going on and for Mako, it took very little time. The only thing now was to confirm his suspicions.

"I'm sorry. I seem to have gotten lost," Mako said, making his expression into one of apology and politeness. It was hard for him to see through the blinding rain, but he was sure that the fish-man could see him without any problem at all. "I just have one question. Is today the day you guys collect the Belly? I'm just curious."

Seeing that this odd young man was complying, the fish-man relaxed a bit, his grip loosening. He hadn't been too sure who this guy was as he had never seen a human with a tail before, but seeing this human be so polite and apologetic, not to mention humble, he felt a bit better. Additionally, it was clear this human was a part of the Conomi islands or how else would he know about the fee the islanders had to pay. Still though, even with all that, he wasn't stupid enough to let him go as he still had his doubts. He had never seen a human who could look at him without even a hint of fear. In fact, this human even had an intelligent and calculating gaze to him, one that for some reason gave off a sense danger.

"Yes it is," The fish-man finally replied, his beady eyes trying to analyze the minute changes in the boys face. "Why are you even out here? It's been raining like this for quite some time. Did you walk all the way over here from the village in this weather?"

Mako ignored this question as he thought over what he had learned just now. So it was exactly as he thought. Not only was he on the Conomi Islands, but the situation seemed to be exactly as it was in the anime, with Arlong taking control and enslaving the people in the nearby islands. On the surface everything looked the same, but it would be foolish of him to think that it would be exactly similar to the manga. This an alternate world of One Piece meaning that he had to gain more information to further solidify his survival. In regards to this Fish-man though he had gathered all he was going to get, meaning it was time to make his escape.

"Look my guy," Mako said with a smile. "It's been fun but I should get going." Without another word, the young man used his free leg to kick as hard as he could at the fish-mans hand. He didn't know how much damage he could do so he aimed precisely for just a single finger for maximum effectiveness. 

"Ahhh sh*t!!" The fish-man reflexively let go and grabbed his hand, allowing Mako to drop to the floor. "You little f*cker!! You're dead!"

Mako immediately took a fighting stance. He knew he running wasn't an option. As fast as he was, he couldn't see very well in the pouring rain and his superhuman senses such as smell and hearing were considerably dulled due to the roaring thunder and earthy scent surrounding him. As he had no confidence in his retreat, he had to subdue this guy before moving on. Though he knew he couldn't win in a contest of strength, his options were quite limited at the moment and there was very little time to find another route.

"Bring it on fam!!" Mako stood at the ready, water pouring down his face. Though he couldn't really see very well, he still knew his way around a fight. His instincts were on a different league compared to most others. "Lets see if you got what it takes."

Letting out a growl, the fish-man lunged forward, swinging his large fist out carelessly. Though his moves were rather sloppy compared to the martial artists in Mako's world, the sheer speed and power made up for it as the young man narrowly dodged it. He could even feel the wind from the punch as it sailed by. The disparity in abilities was made abundantly clear as Mako went on the defensive, ducking and twisting to avoid each and every strike. Dodging was made harder by the wind constantly blasting water into his face, making it almost impossible to gather himself for a counterattack.

Finally, after a full two minutes of constantly punching, the fish-man slipped up and put too much force into his fist, overshooting his target. Mako noticed it just in time as he ducked underneath the massive fist and grabbed the mans wrist. Using the weight and momentum generated from the forceful punch, Mako tightened his core and twisted, his calves and thighs screaming as the weight of the fish-man nearly crushed him. Using every last ounce of strength, Mako slammed the fish-man onto his back.

Without even waiting to catch his breath, Mako climbed on top of the fish-man and began to fiercely beat the mans face. Growing up, Mako had been taught to never kick a man while he was down, but in the face of his own survival, he decided to disregard this rule. It would be suicidal to believe that he defeated the fish-man from that one move. He had to ensure that the guy couldn't get back up and follow him or send out an alarm to Arlong before he could hide himself. Thoughts of killing the fish-man to buy extra time crossed his mind for a split second, but it was immediately shut down. He refused to cross that line unless he absolutely had to.

It wasn't that he was softhearted, but he didn't see the need to kill unless it was required. Killing this fish-man would only delay the inevitable by a few hours at most. There was no way he could hide the body, let alone bury it without having proper equipment such as a shovel.

Letting out a breath, Mako climbed off the now unconscious fish-man, blood coating his fists as he wiped the rain out of his eyes. "Whew," He muttered as he stood up straight. "Good thing I never skipped leg day. That could've turned out bad. Talk about heavy."

Standing in place for a few moments, Mako contemplated what to do next. His previous goal of finding food and water would have to be put on hold for the time being. Finding shelter and a hiding spot would have to be the main priority. Once the big guy woke up from his forced nap, he would immediately alert others and it would probably lead to a full scale manhunt in which even Arlong might join. Concealing himself would determine life or death for him.

However, he couldn't just choose any normal person as their fear of the fish-men would likely cause them to rat him out immediately. Relying on others would be a pain but he had to find somewhere to hide. In all honesty, his best bet would be to locate Nojiko, a character from the original One Piece world, and ask for assistance. The only problem with this would be that he was unsure if she would even exist in this alternate world. However, once again, he was short on options so this was one of the only ways he could think of. There was also another problem, where it wasn't clear if she would even help him or not, but he couldn't worry about that.

"Welp," Mako muttered as he walked over the unconscious body. "I guess it now or never. Time to roll the dice and test my own luck."
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Mako D. Carson wasn't born, but rather he was made. He was in fact the result of a largely successful experiment to combine human DNA with animal DNA in order to create a much stronger being. He was a hybrid, a cross between a wolf and human male.

Shortly after the experiment was successful, Mako at the age of 3 was given to a family in order to live out a life as a normal person despite him having the addition of wolf ears and tail. This was part of the experiment, where scientists would test how various outside influences and other situations would affect him and whether or not he would behave like a normal person. 

Approximately 12 years later, after gathering much data from Mako's life, armed men working for the faction of scientists were sent to kidnap Mako once again. In the ensuing struggle, the young male hybrid was killed, bringing his life to an end.

Of course, the story doesn't end there!!!!!

Note: I don't own the One Piece franchise. All credits go to Oda for making such a masterpiece. Additionally, this is an AU, meaning that all your existing knowledge of the OP world basically holds no meaning. Anything can happen so try to keep an open mind.

Eisen slowly opened his eyes and looked around himself, soon seeing that everyone seemed to still be asleep, although the Monster Children woke up pretty soon at the very least. And so, Eisen simply left behind a note telling the Half-Dragons and Eisen's apprentices where he was going.
He really should use the time he had in the best possible way. And that 'best possible way' was something that required a little privacy. There was a reason why he was given Marcear's gift, it was supposed to be an ability strong enough to be of help in a war against Evil Dragons, so he figured he should make use of it in the best way that he could.
"What are we doing today?" Caria asked curiously, and Eisen just smiled at her as he gave Gralmar the note he wrote for Sky and Bree to let them know where he was as well once they woke up, "We're making something special today. Or at least we're preparing to make something special." Eisen explained, and it seemed like even the Innkeeper was a bit curious as he overheard this.
"Oh? Something that even ye see as special… I sure would love to see that." Gralmar laughed, and Eisen just looked back at him before quickly replying, "Hmm, then I'll show you once it's done." The old man replied, and then just waved at Gralmar as he then left the Inn, quickly making his way toward Denmir's smithy. He wanted a little bit of privacy for this, so that should be the best place for that.
Eisen stepped up to the shop's door and started loudly knocking on it to get Denmir to open up, and the sleepy dwarf soon made his awy to the door and did just that.
"Eisen? When did ya get back? And what are ye doin' here so early?" Denmir asked, before Eisen just lightly smiled and placed the Dragon-Mana Dagger that he made into the Dwarf's hands as he made his way inside toward the actual smithy, and just a few moments later, Denmir ran up behind him.
"Was this forged out of mana? Is that the gift of that Dragon ye met?" The Dwarf inquired curiously, in response to which Eisen just nodded his head. "Mhm, it is. Ah, by the way, Melissa, can you send some of your bees out to let Sigurd and Fafnir know that we're back?" The old man asked, and the young girl quickly did as asked and extended her hand forward, before around half a dozen fist-sized bees came crawling out of her sleeve and then flew off.
"Hmm, then what are ye making now?" Denmir asked, "Somethin' else outta mana?" He added, simply incredibly curious about the process of this, and Eisen nodded his head.
"Yes, exactly. The skill is currently at Rank 0, I need to bring it to at least Rank 3 to make something out of this. Well, I don't need to, but that's what I want it to be at for this." Eisen pointed out and removed the cloth that he had bound around the large sphere of Silver-Dragon Mana and handed it to the Dwarf next to him as he started to prepare to use one of the smithies that seemed to have not been used over the past few days.
"Oh? What is this? Crystalized Mana, perhaps?" Denmir asked, instantly seeing through it despite it outwardly looking and feeling like silver, just as Eisen had expected of a Smith of his caliber. "Yes, a large amount of Crystalized Mana coming from Marcear, the Ancient Dragoness I went to meet. I don't want to waste it, so I have to raise my skill level a bit." The old man explained, and then started to compress his mana until it turned into crystalized mana in front of him, and then finally reached a chunk of the size of Eisen's fist, which he figured might be enough to make a small item. He hoped that Bree would wake up and come soon, she should be able to help him out with this immensely. Although, Denmir then made another suggestion.
"Hmm, I think I will get Morrom, he should be able to help ya with this." The Dwarf pointed out, and Eisen raised his brows a bit surprised. Of course he would be able to help! Compression was an Alchemy ability in the first place, so someone that had to have their Alchemy skill at a rather high rank should be able to help a fair amount. "That would actually be great, to be honest." Eisen replied as he assigned the mana crystal chunk to be like Steel and then threw it into the forge, while the Dwarf quickly made his way out of the shop to get this done. Denmir was actually rather excited and wanted to see Eisen work, but that seemed to only really be possible once Morrom was there as well.
So for now, Eisen would work without Denmir there, and he should be back before Eisen was done with whatever piece he was working on now.
Although that in itself was something that Eisen was wondering about as well. What could he forge out of metal-like mana to make proper use of it? He didn't have enough to repeatedly make weapons, and he definitely didn't want to just make random weapons anyway.
But then, the old man noticed what was in his peripheral vision, Sal who was testing out some new ways to make thread-based magic circles now that he could push thread out of his fingers, and Eisen just got a little bit of an idea, and instead of forging the mana into the shape of some item, he turned it into wire with different lengths and thicknesses, although all of them were too thick and strong to be bent while cold, since the mana was acting completely like Steel would, even if it felt simply fake.
Luckily, Eisen's hand could handle this level of heat very easily, so the old man could take the hot mana-steel wires and bend them into shape, twisting and turning them around each other properly, creating a Mana-Steel Magic Circle, although in the end it was rather built like an enchantment since it had a specific image connected and imbedded in it, and that image was rather simple. It was supposed to help compress mana more easily.
After Eisen bent the wires around each other and created the right shape, he held it back into the flames, at which point Denmir and Morrom arrived at the Smithy again, and the Dwarf-Elf Halfling looked at Eisen surprised.
"You got back last night and you're already working like this?" He laughed, and then took a look at what Eisen was actually forging, and then raised his brows surprised, "Hmm, Denmir said you could forge mana… you turned crystalized mana into a magic circle?" The Halfling asked, and Eisen slowly nodded his head, trying not to lose too much focus on his work as he was explaining.
"Mhm, I'm hoping that it makes it reusable." The old man explained, but Morrom slightly frowned and sighed, as if he wanted to say something, but for now just let Eisen continue.
After the mana-steel magic circle heated up to the temperature that Eisen wanted it to again, he took it back out of the forge and then hammered the different parts of it where the different wires had been connected to each other to make them practically inseperable. And like that, the old man was soon finished and just let the Magic Circle cool for a while before looking it over again and would then see it as finished.
While that was happening, the old man just turned around and properly greeted Morrom, before hearing what he had to say. And to Eisen's surprise, Morrom didn't say anything at all and instead just held his palm forward and pushed out some mana that soon crystalized and turned into a magic circle. Once it was done, instead of activating it, Morrom extended his hand and grabbed the rim of it, and then started to wave the magic circle around.
"This is basically what you just wanted to do, right?" Morrom asked, and then just slowly activated the magic circle, although all it did was create a light gust of wind before the whole crystalized mana-circle disappeared for it, "Even if the magic circle is made with crystalized mana, you can't use it more than once. You can only do that with special materials, but not with crystalized mana itself." He explained with a slight sigh, but Eisen raised his brows suspiciously.
"Was that an item just now?" Eisen asked, and Morrom looked at him confused, "No? I made it myself just with my Mana Manipulation and Alchemical Compression?" He replied, but the old man shook his head in response, saying that wasn't what he meant.
"No, was that actual Magic Circle seen as a completed item, or was it just seen as a regular magic circle?" Eisen asked, making the Dwarf-Elf halfling look at Eisen surprised, "It was a regular magic circle, so a sort of spell. Meaning, it can't be turned into an item." He pointed out, but with a chuckle, Eisen shook his head and grabbed the Dragon-Mana Dagger that he showed to Denmir before and handed it to Morrom.
"That's exactly where you're wrong. When I visited Marcear, the Ancient Silver Dragoness, I just passed her trial and got the skill 'Magic Craftsmanship'. Meaning, I can turn literal mana into items. I can 'assign' a material to the mana that it will act as. The whole Dagger you're holding was made using crystalized mana, and only crystalized mana. Technically, that Dagger is a spell, apparently." Eisen explained, and Morrom looked down at the dagger and ran his hands over it, tried to bend it, and even attempted to cut his finger with it, but at least Eisen could stop him from doing the last of those things.
And when Eisen took the Dagger away from Morrom again, the Half-Elf looked at the old man excitedly, "That's… that's just amazing! Having spells like this is just insane!" Morrom exclaimed, "A Spell in the form of an item… How amazing…" He muttered quietly, and then stared at the Magic Circle as it was currently cooling, and slowly took it into his hands. Morrom was also a half-dwarf, so his hands had the same resistance to heat as Eisen's own, but the old man still didn't like that he was touching an unfinished piece of his.
"Put that down again, will you?" Eisen asked with a slight frown, and Morrom just laughed embarrassedly, "Sorry about that…" Morrom apologized, and put the hot magic circle back to where it was cooling before, while Eisen just slightly sighed.


Follow Benjamin Joyce, an elderly man with a passion for blacksmithing who spent his life travelling the world and learning new things. Now, after helping out the developers of the first ever real VRMMO game, he gets the chance to play said game earlier than the majority of other people. 
Taking this chance to do what he loves now that his real body is slowly giving in to his old age and the profession he lives for is no longer as important as it used to be, he starts his journey to become this new world's greatest Craftsman!
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