One Pice: A Game Blue System.

Would you like to turn on 'Damage Notifications'?

'THAT'S AN OPTION? YES GODDAMNIT!'

I shouldn't be focused on the [Game].

It cost me dearly.

A lariat connects to my torso and I'm hammered into the ground. Blood spurts from my mouth and I can feel something in my chest crack.

-167 HP!

A massive meaty hand encircles my neck, rips me from the earth and suddenly I'm being hoisted into the air by an iron grip around my throat. My legs kick about feebly as he raises me high, my fingers are clawing desperately at his hand but Blackjack's hold is like a steel vice.

It's a terrifying moment.

When you know you're not strong enough to free yourself. To have actual numerical proof of your own inability.

'Is this how it ends?'

[Adrenalin Rush] Activated!

STR (100 +70%) → (170)

'Fuck no it's not!'

I feel the boost activate and I'm able to slowly start wrenching his fingers off my windpipe. Blackjack's eyebrows furrow mildly in puzzlement before he sneers and presses back down even harder. Our strengths are basically at a standstill and I know I need to do something to shake up this match. 'GAME!' I thunder inside my mind. 'Can you dump all my points into STR?'

I honestly don't even know if that will work. Every time before I've just distributed the points manually through the [Status] menu.

Request Acknowledged!

Points to spend (15) → (0) STR (115 +70%) → (195.5)

A malicious smirk crosses my face. 'Success!' I throw Blackjacks massive meat hook aside and feel my feet land safely on the ground. The towering man stumbles for a moment, confused as to whats just happened.

And that's all I needed. I rush inside his guard and with all the speed my superior DEX allows I thrash him with as many blows as I can muster.

72 Damage! (1,886/2,010) 69 Damage! (1,818/2,010) 75 Damage! (1,743/ 2,010)

Blackjack's body twists and contorts with each strike. He backsteps, grimaces, and wheezes with every hit. No doubt probably wondering why his monstrous stature isn't protecting him like it usually does.

And still I throw my arms faster.

78 Damage! (1,665/2,010) 81 Damage! (1,584/2,010) 59 Damage! (1,525/2,010) 73 Damage! (1,452/2,010) Again and again I launch my fists. Solar plexus. Floating ribs. Liver. The [Anatomy] [Skill] I picked up on Kivuruk sure as shit doesn't make me a doctor but damn if it doesn't help me know where to aim!

Skill Lv Up! Unarmed Combat Lv (6/50) → (7/50) -Your instinctive knowledge in fighting with your bare hands.

YES!

64 Damage! (1,388/2,010) 75 Damage! (1,313/2,010) Alert! [Adrenalin Rush] has expired! STR (195.5) → (115) 41 Damage! (1,272/2,010)

SHIT! I get in four more hits, each of them doing significantly less damage than their predecessors when Blackjack stops stumbling and his hand catches my outstretched fist.

My footwork freezes in place as I desperately try to pull my hand free from the trap it's caught in. Blackjack stands up straight and with his free hand removes his sunglasses revealing two brown eyes boiling in anger.

Alert! Your opponents status has changed to [FURIOUS!]. He is receiving +25 to STR and -10 to INT.

'Oh that's bad...'

Blackjack winds back his arm slowly, allowing time for my eyes to widen in panic for what's about to happen. I can't dodge this one and we both know it. He pulls me towards him and I am absolutely powerless to stop the titanic fist from burying itself in my gut. -219 HP!

Skill Lv up! Physical Endurance Lv. (4/30) → (5/30) -Your body's durability to damage from physical sources. Resistance increased from (12%)→ (15%)

Blackjack releases me in the same instant his attack connects and I am sent flying. My vision becomes spotty, nausea builds, the taste of blood soaks my mouth, and for a moment I don't know where I am.

My body crashes into an abandoned fishery stall and I'm buried under the rotting wood and dusty tarp as it collapses around me.

-14 HP!

I can't breathe. Everything hurts. Something's ruptured. Most of my ribs are definitely broken. I see another notification that [Adrenalin Rush] has activated again but it doesn't matter. I'm too focused at the feeling of my chest being on fire.

Without the Gamers Body skill that the original [Gamer] had then there's no way I can fight down to my last HP. The human body doesn't work like that. Even in the 'One Piece' world, if you take enough damage, you just can't get back up.

Something reaches into the pile of wood and clamps down on my ankle. I'm forcibly pulled from the wreckage and Blackjack swings my limp body overhead like a rag doll. The gangster roars as my face smashes into the dirt and I feel my nose shatter.

-88 HP!

My one good eye catches sight of his boot coming towards my temple and then..

Everything's gone. You have died.

Remaining lives (5/5) → (4/5)

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I take a massive deep gulping breath as consciousness returns.

'What? Where am I?' My hand clutches at my perfectly undamaged chest and my eyes feel as wide as dinner plates. '..I'm...I'm alive? But I thought..'

The familiar crash of a stall being overturned sounds behind me.

I turn my head and fear fills my being. The nausea is back. My mind feels the urge to disassociate. What is happening?!

How am I looking at the man who just killed me.. "I feel like I've seen a picture of you before boy. Aren't you the one who captured two of the Don's men down in Yeutton?" he spoke out slow, his voice a deep baritone. "Don't worry" he drawled, popping the knuckles in his massive hand. "I'll make your death quick."

'No. No! No no no no! What the fuck is going on?!' "[Status]!"

Jack Parker, The Gamer, Lv. 20

Health: 650/650 Exp: 200/2,000 Money: 982,510 Beri STR: 100 VIT: 65 DEX: 50 INT: 33 WIS: 30 LUK: 15 Points to spend: 15 Click here to see list of [Skills]

-Current number of [Skills]: 35 Click here to see list of [Perks]

-Current number of [Perks]: 1