ONE PIECE: THE GREAT VOYAGE

After a short period of tension and fear, Brad, now possessing the power of the Zoan-type Devil Fruit, sought revenge against Neil without hesitation.

The anger that had been building up for so long was finally about to be unleashed.

Seeing Brad—who was usually timid and hesitant about everything—suddenly exude a fierce and aggressive aura after gaining his new ability, Caesar gained a deeper understanding of the world, where only the strong survive, and the weak are trampled upon.

"I refuse to be mediocre in this sea, like I was in my past life, obedient and powerless!"

"I want to become stronger! I want to become truly powerful!"

"I won't be like Neil, who only has false strength!"

"The world is vast—I will roam freely!"

"What I desire, I will achieve! No one can stop me! This is true power!"

While Caesar was lost in deep thought, Neil was trembling in terror, his pants soaked.

Brad took two steps back in disgust before shifting his gaze to the rest of the children.

The other kids collapsed onto the ground, paralyzed with fear.

They didn't know what a Devil Fruit was. They thought Brad had been possessed by a demon and turned into a real monster.

They were terrified—afraid Brad would devour them.

Among Neil's usual followers, their legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Brad nodded in satisfaction, his eyes scanning the group. Suddenly, his expression turned fierce.

He noticed one person still standing.

After witnessing his newfound power, how dare someone remain unfazed?

"Unforgivable! You loner!"

"Let's see if you can withstand my power!"

"ROAR!"

Brad let out a beastly roar and lunged at Caesar.

At that moment, Caesar was still lost in thought, realizing that the world was vast but not insurmountable.

As long as he was determined and worked hard, he could rise to the top.

He wanted to be the center of everything—a figure admired by all!

He wanted to stand at the pinnacle of power, where the sky and earth belonged only to him!

Caesar's eyes, which had been slightly closed, suddenly snapped open.

An invisible force—one that couldn't be seen but could be felt—exploded outward from him.

The instincts of beasts far surpass those of ordinary humans.

This was the "sixth sense" that animals possess—the ability to detect danger.

In that moment, alarm bells rang loudly in Brad's mind.

But it was too late.

A powerful gust of wind burst from Caesar's body, sweeping through the town in an instant.

Brad, standing closest to him, broke into a cold sweat.

Before he could react, his mind went blank—his consciousness struck down by an overwhelming force.

His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed onto the ground.

Plop!

The power that had made him so arrogant was gone in an instant.

But Brad wasn't the only one affected.

The other children, the villagers—even the fish in the sea—all lost consciousness simultaneously.

For a while, the ocean was filled with fish floating belly-up, their eyes rolled back.

In town, only a handful of people managed to resist the force, some barely staying conscious while gasping for breath.

As the overwhelming aura dissipated, Caesar felt a sharp pain pierce his head.

"Ahh… my head… it hurts!"

Overwhelmed by the pain, Caesar clutched his head and fell to the ground.

His body's natural defenses kicked in, forcing him into unconsciousness, just like the others.

At the same moment he collapsed, the mud and gravel that had been floating around him fell back to the earth.

Everyone on the beach was knocked out.

And this event would soon be remembered as a supernatural phenomenon that shook the entire town.

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[3] God rewards hard work—Keep practicing!

In a forest near the island's shore, a gentle sea breeze carried the faint scent of salt.

As he recalled the events of the previous day, Caesar's heart surged with excitement.

Clenching his fists, he made a silent vow.

This was the world of One Piece.

Which meant that he could continuously push past his physical limits.

His mind raced.

Everything he had read about strength training in his past life flooded into his thoughts.

Physical fitness was the foundation of all power.

First: diet.

He needed more protein—meat and eggs were essential.

Luckily, the forest was filled with beasts he could hunt.

Second: muscle training.

Chest strength? Bench press with heavy stones.

Legs? Squats and weighted lunges.

Arms? Lifting heavy logs.

Back? Lat stretches using tree branches.

Shoulders? Raising large rocks overhead.

And, of course, daily running and endurance training to expand his lung capacity.

His training plan would be systematic—each completed phase would double his strength.

He didn't need to write it down.

Somehow, his memory had improved tremendously, as if his mind had naturally compartmentalized everything.

He was startled.

"Did I just recall every bit of training knowledge from my past life?"

The plan for the first week was already burned into his memory.

If it were his past self, he would've needed a notebook to track his progress.

Now, he didn't need one.

A wave of excitement rushed over him, and he smiled confidently.

"My memory is incredible!"

With the plan set, his first day of training began.

It didn't take long for him to buy a pair of dumbbells from town, preparing for the early stages of his workout.

Soon, the sound of heavy breathing echoed through the forest.

On a makeshift wooden bench, Caesar repeatedly pressed his heavy dumbbells upward.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, soaking the dirt beneath him.

Once his strength training was complete, he ran along the shoreline.

Beach running was the toughest form of training.

The sinking sand absorbed the force of each step, forcing his leg muscles to work even harder.

After a few days of this routine…

One evening, a figure appeared on the beach.

"Caesar?"

It was Brad.

"What are you doing?"

After transforming into a Saber-Toothed Tiger Zoan, the other kids ostracized Brad, calling him a monster.

With no friends left to play with, he wandered aimlessly—until he found Caesar.

"I'm training," Caesar said, panting slightly.

After three days, his endurance had already improved.

He studied Brad.

"You ate a Devil Fruit, didn't you?"

"A what?" Brad looked confused.

"The disgusting fruit you ate that day. That was a Devil Fruit."

"I don't know how to explain it, but it grants special abilities."

Caesar saw an opportunity.

"Since you have power, do you want to train with me?"

Brad hesitated.

But in just a few seconds, Caesar had already made up his mind.

Having a training partner would make it easier to stay motivated.

Besides, he needed a sparring partner.