Coco Village, East Blue.
A torrential downpour, like a pouring galaxy, blanketed the night. On the orderly streets, a few hurried passersby could occasionally be seen.
Jon, dressed in coarse cloth, sprinted through the streets, his knee-high rain boots splashing water everywhere.
"Aha~ You're so fast, Brother Jon!"
"He's really fast, mhm~ I feel like Brother is making me fly!"
The silver-haired youth's mouth twitched at the words, but he had no time to comment on such bold statements.
A bamboo basket hung on his not-so-strong back, and his steps quickened.
Inside the bamboo basket, two little figures "rustled" their heads out of the opening, one with orange hair and the other blue, leaning on the youth's shoulders and peering out.
"Ganbatte, Jon-go! Four hundred meters to starboard is Belle-mère Island!"
The orange-haired girl on the right pointed into the distance, like a spirited navigator.
"Nami, be quiet. Don't bother Brother anymore."
The blue-haired girl on the left frowned, reaching out to tap her, gently holding a large umbrella over the youth.
"Huh? You're so sly, Nojiko. You're clearly enjoying being on Brother Jon's back too, so why pretend to be sensible?"
"You, you're talking nonsense. I'm not enjoying it. I'm holding the umbrella for Brother!"
"Hmph~ Then I'll say I'm looking out for Brother Jon. Brother Jon likes to hear me talk, so stop being nosy!"
…
Listening to the two girls bickering over him, Jon was already used to it, acting as if he heard nothing, quietly increasing his speed, transforming into a silver streak in the heavy rain.
The two girls, plus a basket of tangerines on his chest, weighed over two hundred pounds, enough to make him a regional weightlifting champion back on Earth.
But the youth could not only lift but also run, moving with swift strides and breathing normally.
A few minutes later, the familiar house came into view.
The lights were on.
Through the kitchen window, a graceful figure could be seen busy inside, with smoke curling from the chimney, dissipating into nothingness in the rain mist.
Pushing open the wooden door with his left hand, the orange hanging lamp instantly illuminated his figure.
In the warm glow, the fragrant smell of hot food and the scent of the youth collided, forcefully expelling the cold from his body.
Jon slammed the baskets from his chest and back onto the floor, closed the door, and lay down on the floor.
He lay in a spread-eagle pose, looking up at the ceiling and letting out a long sigh.
The flames burning in the fireplace beside him transformed the cold rain into steaming hot soup, sliding down his body.
At this moment.
Weariness and headache, along with the flowing raindrops, all departed.
"Nojiko, Nami, you two troublemakers, did you ride Jon again?"
A young woman, about twenty years old, walked out of the kitchen: "Jon must be exhausted. Don't lie on the floor, get up quickly."
Marula!
The two little ones scrambled out of the basket in a hurry, but the careless Nami accidentally knocked over another bamboo basket.
A pile of tangerines rolled across the floor, and one even rolled to the young woman's feet, making the girl's heart tremble.
"This time we didn't ride Brother; we sat in the basket."
"You still have the nerve to say that!"
The young woman with the deep red ponytail was furious, hands on her hips, glaring at her two adopted daughters.
"If it weren't raining, would you hide in the basket? You two rascals said you were helping Jon, but I think Jon spoils you too much, making you lawless!"
"Belle-mère, we know we were wrong…"
Nami and Nojiko were scolded, looking aggrieved, their heads bowed, looking at their toes that hadn't yet hidden.
"Alright~ Belle-mère."
Jon, who had gotten up from the floor, ruffled the two girls' hair, his magnetic voice full of tenderness:
"Don't blame them. I saw the rain was too heavy, so I made them hide in the basket. Besides, they're not heavy at all; I just took it as exercise."
"Exactly, exactly, we're not heavy."
"Nyah nyah nyah~ Brother Jon is the best."
The two little ones immediately ran behind Jon, hugging his left and right arms, echoing his words.
Pia—
"I can't do anything with you two. I wonder when you'll be as sensible as Jon?"
Belle-mère looked helplessly at the two little ones who had found their backing, "This is the last time. You're not allowed to do this again. Hurry up and take a hot bath, then come out to eat!"
Phew~ Saved!
Nami and Nojiko, touched, stood on tiptoe, each kissing him on his left and right cheek, then joyfully ran off to wash up.
Jon shook his head with a chuckle, quickly rinsed himself, and then the few of them gathered in the kitchen.
"Wow~ Belle-mère, we actually get to eat meat!"
"Honey-glazed duck! Nom nom, it smells so good."
"Hey, you two, sit properly. This is a treat for Jon. Who told you to pick up your chopsticks!"
…
The chirping voices in the kitchen were heartwarming. Jon leaned back comfortably in his chair, when suddenly a steaming brown drink was offered to his face, the rich aroma of ginger tea mixed with honey wafting into his nostrils.
"Drink it while it's hot."
Belle-mère's voice, full of both fondness and complaint, came: "You only know how to spoil them, and you don't even know how to be good to yourself."
After handing him the hot tea, she went to get a new set of clothes. To Jon's astonished expression, she directly pulled off his shirt, and then started to pull down his pants.
"Hey, hey, hey, Belle-mère, stop!"
Jon sat firmly in his chair, refusing to lift his butt, clutching his waistband, his face full of embarrassment, "I'm fourteen years old. I can change my clothes myself."
Bang!
"Less nonsense."
Belle-mère adopted the stance of a foster mother, tapping Jon's head: "You're only three years older than Nojiko. Don't act like an adult. Stand up properly!"
No choice.
Jon could only reluctantly get up, allowing Belle-mère to have her way.
However, seeing the envious looks from the two little ones, a warmth flowed through his heart.
To be able to transmigrate to Coco Village, to awaken memories of his previous life…
It was truly good.
Joy Jon.
That's right, Jon shouldn't have existed in this world.
But worldly stories are largely similar—he was a transmigrator from birth.
At the age of three, his parents passed away, and he was sent to an orphanage. It wasn't until he was eleven that he climbed over the orphanage wall to play, and bumped right into Belle-mère, and the gears of fate began to turn…
Jon vaguely remembered that the day Belle-mère adopted him was his twelfth birthday.
On that day, he awakened his past life memories and activated his cheat.
Something called the Plunder Trait…