One piece: Without a system, I have to survive!

I sat against the rough bark of a tree, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggled to catch my breath. My entire body was drenched in sweat, my hands trembling from both exhaustion and the fading rush of adrenaline.

The jungle was dark, but the golden glow of distant flames still flickered through the trees.

We had escaped the Panther King.

But just barely.

The wolf, still panting, lay stretched out beside me, its ears twitching at every distant sound. It was still alert—ready to move at any moment.

And I should have been too.

But all I could think about was one harsh, unforgiving truth:

I am weak.

The Brutal Reality

I had been in this world for days now, yet I was still powerless.

I had no Devil Fruit, no superhuman strength, no haki, no system giving me quests and rewards.

All I had were my instincts, a crude wooden club, and a wolf that—while strong—couldn't always protect me.

Tonight proved that.

If I had fought that panther, I would have died. No question.

I clenched my fists.

I refuse to stay weak.

If I wanted to survive in this world, if I wanted to carve out my own fate, then I had only one choice.

I had to get stronger.

A Warrior's First Steps

I forced myself to my feet, ignoring the burning in my legs.

I turned to the wolf. "I need to train."

The wolf blinked at me, tilting its head.

I wasn't sure if it understood my words, but it seemed to grasp the intent behind them.

Training was the only way forward.

But where did I start?

Strength Comes From Struggle

I looked down at my hands. They were calloused now from gripping my club, but they still lacked power.

I needed a plan.

What did the great warriors in One Piece rely on?

Physical Strength – Without a strong body, I wouldn't last in real combat.Speed & Reflexes – If I couldn't react fast enough, I was dead.Combat Technique – Swinging a club wildly wouldn't always work. I needed skill.

I nodded to myself.

Training begins now.

The First Trial: Endurance

I wasn't stupid. I wouldn't just start punching trees like some muscle-headed idiot.

I needed to push my body gradually.

First, I needed to build endurance.

So I ran.

At first, it was just a slow jog through the jungle, my feet barely lifting off the ground. But as I pushed myself, my speed increased.

The wolf followed beside me, moving effortlessly, barely even winded.

I kept going until my lungs burned, until sweat poured down my face, until my legs screamed at me to stop.

But I didn't.

Because in this world, stopping meant death.

The Second Trial: Strength

Once I had run until my legs nearly gave out, I moved on to strength.

I gathered stones—some small, some heavy—and lifted them repeatedly. I did push-ups until my arms shook. I climbed trees, forcing my body upward with nothing but my own power.

Each motion sent fire through my muscles, but I embraced the pain.

Pain meant progress.

Pain meant growth.

The wolf watched with quiet curiosity.

I had no idea if it thought I was insane, but it didn't matter.

This was the path I had chosen.

The Third Trial: Combat

Strength and endurance alone weren't enough. I needed to fight.

So I trained with my club.

I swung it over and over, practicing my strikes, making each one faster, more precise.

But swinging at the air wasn't enough.

I needed real resistance.

I turned to the wolf. "Spar with me."

It blinked, then let out a soft huff, as if saying, Are you sure?

I nodded.

The wolf hesitated for a moment, then crouched low—and pounced.

I barely dodged in time. Its claws whizzed past my face, slicing a few strands of my hair.

Shit—it's fast!

I swung my club, aiming for its flank.

But the wolf moved effortlessly, dodging in a blur of motion.

This wasn't going to be easy.

Good.

I grinned. "Come at me again."

And so, we fought.

The Road to Power

The night passed in a blur of training, sweat, and exhaustion.

I wasn't strong yet.

I wasn't anywhere close.

But with each swing of my club, with each push of my body past its limits, I felt something changing.

I wasn't just surviving anymore.

I was evolving.

This world was ruthless.

But I would become even more ruthless.

I would get stronger.

And when the Panther King returned—

I would be ready.